All Chapters of Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rowan “Derrick and Dahlia know the truth.” I couldn’t decide which one was colder, between Cami’s voice and the early morning wind breezing past me on the terrace. Somehow, a part of me was expecting her not to deliver. Turns out my guts were right. I should know better than to trust these Southern werewolves with a task. They are good for nothing!“Both of them came to my room.”“So you failed,” I replied in a dry tone.“Dahlia wasn’t supposed to come!” Her tone rose in sharp defense. “There was nothing I could do!”I hummed curtly.“Rowan, she was going to hurt me! I had no choice but to tell her everything.” And now, thanks to her uncontrolled tongue, Dahlia has more reasons to hate me. Just the thought of the distrustful look she’ll start having for me made my jaw tick, and my hand nearly crack my phone. “What do we do now?” She moaned in distress, further increasing the itch in my bones.“We?” I chortled, scratching an area on my forehead. She went radio silent, clearly picki

DahliaAfter last night at Cami’s hotel room, I have had to come to terms with an ugly truth. There is no extent to which Rowan wouldn’t go just to destroy Derrick. He shed innocent blood, and there’s no telling he won’t shed more if the need arises. A man willing to destroy everything and anything to keep me by his side. How could I have been so blind? That I never for once saw this side of Rowan. That’s not the kind of man I want to marry. I’m not a trophy nor a property to be kept, and adored like some cherished treasure. Which is why today, whatever it takes…I’ll make sure this wedding is cancelled.“Dahlia…” Worry seeped into Derrick’s voice as he parked right in front of my father’s mansion. We haven’t spoken much after meeting Cami. I’ve been deluding myself that it’s partly because of Rowan’s betrayal. But there was something else. Something I shouldn’t be feeling, let alone allow Derrick to be privy to. Yet my wolf wouldn’t shut up in my core. She kept pushing for me to tal

Dahlia I have to admit, Rowan got me good. Coming here, I was already more than prepared for a fierce battle with my rugged old man. I never thought Rowan would be present, let alone confess his secrets like a repentant criminal in the court of law. Now, here I am, seated in front of my father in his office. Rowan and Derrick left already. More like Rowan asked Derrick for a private audience—hopefully, their conversation doesn’t end with broken noses and dislocated jaws. Who am I kidding? The chances of seeing a four-legged snake are higher. Which is why I hope to wrap up this charade with my father before blood flows from the two annoying men in my life.“Sugarbomb,” The side of my father’s lips twitched, a cue that he is anxious. “You have lost the right to call me that, Dad.” I retorted, causing his chest to heave up in despair. His lips parted, and then they pressed back into a thin line. He tried talking again, but all he could do was make his throat bob. At least his eyes wer

Derrick“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you,” I grumbled after digging my hands into my jacket pockets. It was the only choice I had left unless I wanted to keep my hands busy with Rowan. He stood beside me, taking in the beauty and might of the strongest Pack in the region as we stood on the terrace. He lacked his usual smug smile, or that ego as tall as mountain Everest. In fact, I dare say he was genuinely repentant. That’s what a naive person would believe. Fortunately, I’m not that person.“If that’s what you want…” he said, finally locking gaze with me. “I won’t stop you. I won’t fight back. The things I did to you…A mere apology can’t wipe my slate clean.”“Yeah…your blood will,” My lip curled upward, flaunting my fangs. The only reason I’m not biting is that Alpha Salvador asked us to be civil. I’m not about to add to my long list of crimes in his book. “Maybe,” he replied, peeling his gaze from mine and watching the view yet again. “But I’ve seen enough blood to u

DerrickOne moment, I was midair with my arms wrapped tight around my daughter, ready to die for her. The next moment was as gruesome as it could get. First, I felt my ribs break as we crashed into the ground like a missile. Sand, tiny stones, and twigs dirtied my vision, stinging my eyes as I tumbled recklessly across the rocky slope. The smell of dry leaves intertwined with the urine of different animals corrupted my nostrils. Soon, I began to perceive blood, too. And it was getting prominent with each roll. My ankle shifted, and my bone nearly popped out of the back of my elbow. Breathing felt like kissing death itself. I could swear my skin was bleeding across every area possible. I heard a loud bang that shunned my vision into darkness, and it only took a couple of hellish milliseconds to realize I had hit my head on a rock. I gladly took all this pain because letting go of Zahra is not an option. Not even when a large tree hit my spine, making us stop at the base of the slope.