All Chapters of Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dahlia“Derrick, stop!” After seconds of getting ravaged by my ex-husband’s lips, I finally found the resolve to push him away. “Dali…” he muttered breathlessly, eyes darkened with lust, devoid of any ounce of logic. “Stay away from me!” I bit back, struggling to draw my breath from my deflating lungs. It’s crazy how, with the distance, every inch of my lips still tingles. And Derrick? Hell! He wasn’t listening. He kept peering at my lips like a treasure he wanted to steal. His aura swallowed me whole like the night, thinning the air around me. Intent on driving me senseless enough to make another reckless decision. How could I do this? What kind of mother am I? I promised to keep myself away from him. Move on with my life. But here I am with every nerve of mine firing on all pistons to lock lips again. “We shouldn’t be doing this—“ “You’re mine, Dali—“ “For fuck’s sake, will you stop calling me that?!” My strained voice came out of me in a rather pleading fashion. “Why?” He s

Dahlia “How did you find me, Derrick?” “It’s not exactly hard once your guy paraded himself as the owner of Vineland Park,” he answered with a straight face, causing my stomach to churn.“I’m proud of you,” he added, reviewing the place with a gentle smile. “This place is…nice. Beautiful.” “So what exactly don’t you like about my food? Assuming there was a reason in the first place,” I sported a quizzical look. He peered at the dishes and then back at me, “You caught me.” “Then we’re done here. Eat up, and get the hell out of here,” I turned away from him, but stopped midway, “Also, I’m blacklisting you—““Sit with me,” he ordered, not in the slightest bothered about my threat. My withering glare was enough for him to deduce my eagerness to spend another second sharing the same breathing space with him. I was about to resume my stride when, “If you don’t, I’m going to drop a very bad review about your 5-star restaurant.”I scoffed. “One or two bad reviews are barely a scratch o

Rowan “Uncle Ro!” Zahra pitched as if she had just won a teddy bear prize when I walked into the kitchen in my pajamas. “Heyyy little dove!” I flashed her the brightest grin I could muster while Dahlia giggled. Both of them were by the kitchen island, having pancakes for breakfast. Zahra was fully dressed up for school, her black curls neatly packed into pigtails, complemented with butterfly hairpins I had gotten for her. She spread her arms wide, waiting for me to grab her from her seat, but I chose Dahlia first. “Good morning,” I mumbled after kissing her hair. “Good morning…” Dahlia responded in the sweetest tone, eyes sparkling like pearls as they bonded with mine.“Not fair!” Zahra whined from the other side. “Where’s my kiss?” She stabbed her last piece of pancake rather frustratingly, earning hearty laughter from Dahlia and me. “I saved the best for the last,” I said as I strode over to her side and placed the softest kiss on her cheek. My girl giggled, radiating like th

Dahlia “Derrick did what?!” I blared from my driver’s seat, glaring at my daughter in the back seat, sitting with her box of chocolates.“He gave me this box of chocolate!” Zahra beamed. “Derrick came here?!” I queried for the hundredth time as if my daughter had not just finished delving into the story of our Derrick, who came visiting during their lunch hour.“He did. He was nice too–”I didn’t wait for her to finish, I rushed down from my car, and straight to the back seat, where I grabbed the big box. Inspecting every bar for anything at all. “Mommy–” “Did you eat from it?!” I muttered breathlessly while her face dulled with concern and worry. “Zahra, did you eat from it?!” This time, I lost control of my pitch as my raging anxiety was all that fueled me.“No! You said I should never eat stuff from strangers,” fear spooked in her voice.“Then why did you collect this one, huh?!”“Because he brought it as a gift, and I didn’t want him to feel bad–”“Zahra!!” I screamed, surpris

DahliaAs I zipped up my luggage, I stood there for minutes. Staring at the bag, unable to swallow the lump of bitter truth lodged in my throat. First thing in the morning, Zahra and I are leaving this city. Zahra is excited that we are relocating to Blackvines Pack. I lied to her that we’ll be living there because Grandpa is old and he needs us. Nevertheless, she’s happy. She’s always loved the Pack, mingling with the wolves, playing by the lakeside, and enjoying the view of the valley. While it’s a win for her, it feels like I’m leaving a fragment of my being behind. Yes, I love my Pack and its people dearly. I could use some of my father’s pampering, although I’m sure Zahra will steal much of it. Still, it doesn’t mean it's tempting enough to leave New York. I’ve built so much here. Friends. My career. Rowan. The buz,z too. I’m trading it all because of Derrick.It’s unfair. My stomach deflated, forcing a soulless sigh out of me. Eventually, I sat on the foot of my bed, beside my