All Chapters of Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dahlia If anyone had told me that Rowan would one day end up betraying my trust, I would have easily dismissed such a claim. I thought I knew him. We grew up together. Had each other’s backs. Cared for each other. Loved each other to the deepest depths. Yet, the version of the man I met inside was a far cry from the man I thought I knew. His darkness. His schemes. His own version of protectiveness. His secrets. They made me question our history. Yes, he went through these lengths out of his love for Zahra and me. But…can I really call this love when all he did was strip me of my agency? Treat me like a child, and act behind my back.Now, I’m starting to understand why my wolf was growing increasingly wary of him. She saw right through him and could smell his dirty, underhanded tactics. Who do I believe now? Because I know for sure someone is definitely lying between Rowan and Derrick.Could it be Rowan? Even though he vehemently denied leading an attack on Derrick’s Pack, my wolf d

Derrick“So Dahlia is with her father right now?” Lucas said on the phone while I walked into the terrace, only to see Zahra relaxed on her bistro chair, reading a novel while a unique orange-brown furred wolf crouched beneath her legs.“Lucas, I’ll call you back,” I impatiently hung up and slipped my phone into my pocket as I neared my daughter. The wolf suddenly rose on all fours, snarling at me with ferocious eyes as clear as the day itself—she wouldn’t hesitate to have a pound of my flesh if I took a step closer. Zahra’s attention pulled away from her book to me, and then to her wolf. “It’s alright, Summer,” my daughter glided her tiny hand through the wolf’s fur. “Deweek is a fwend.” Only then did Summer’s hair relax. She sat on her belly, giving me the privilege to be near my daughter, who was now taking pleasure gliding in Summer’s silky fur. Her wide smile easily infected me, prompting me to lower to my knees so I could have a tour through Summer’s furs. Although Summer did

DerrickI’ve been tailing Dahlia since she left the Pack, watching her from a distance as she moved from one place to another seeking comfort. Several times, I’ve wanted to join her. To hold her in my embrace, assure her that no matter what it takes, I’ll find a way to fix this mess. I’m ready to go to hell and back, just to save her from the clutches of this damned wedding. But I couldn’t take that bold step towards her, because whether I liked it or not…I’m one of Dahlia’s problems. I’m the reason her life is so complicated right now. So what hope can I inspire when the knife stuck in her heart was plunged by me?As much as the truth was bitter on my tongue, I had to digest it—I was better off watching her here. I might not be able to offer any comfort, but the least I can do is protect her. And boy! Who knew it would be quite the task warning prospective men who tried to approach her with a death glare? This is what you get when your mate is the most beautiful woman in the world. N

Dahlia “Are you sure this is where you want to stay?” Worry thickened in Derrick’s voice as he locked the door to our hotel room behind him. I ignored him, wandering around the small room we could manage to book. Thanks to the festival being held in the city, the hotels around are fully booked. This one, we were even lucky to get it. It’s nothing luxurious; the bed is as small as it can get, too. But it should make do for the night. I’d long decided I’ll stay anywhere as long as it isn’t my Pack.“Dahlia…” That tone again.“Right now…” I sighed as I sat on the foot of the bed, which creaked at my weight. “I’m pretty sure everyone has heard the news in my Pack, and I’d rather not fill my ears with congratulatory messages for a union I do not want.”His chest deflated as he freed a silent, deep breath.“Anywhere at all, as long as I do not see my father’s face, let alone…” My voice trailed off, recalling everything Laila had told me on the phone. “Rowan.” “And what about our daughter?

DerrickI still remember our one night together like it happened yesterday. Every length of Dahlia’s body has etched itself in the deepest part of my brain since then. How she whimpered under my touch, the sparkle in her eyes, her desperate breaths, even down to her tightness, warmth. It’s all I ever thought of when I was still married to Cami. Dahlia was all I fantasized about occasionally in my bathroom.Yet…none of those moments compared to what I was breathing in right now. As I parted my mate’s legs like the Red Sea, her arousal's scent corroded my senses. Potently damning enough to invoke a wild hunger I’ve never experienced in all my years. It felt like I had just opened a new book. One that was certain to get me trapped in its allure.Dahlia’s stomach sank deep, and anxiety proudly glazed in her eyes. She was trying to read me, as if the version of the man on his knees, drooling for her, was a newness she’d never experienced before. My woman is a wonder. My thoughts have dried