All Chapters of Rejected by my cursed alpha mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Furry fury

Sleep refuses to come to me tonight.It lingers at the edges, teasing, but never settling. Every time I close my eyes, his voice pulls me back.“Don’t give yourself too much credit.”The words echo again.And again.And again.I turn to my side, gripping the pillow as if I can bury the memory into it. It doesn’t work. If anything, the words grow sharper, clearer, like they are etched somewhere inside me.A dull ache spreads through my chest.Not sudden.Not loud.Just constant.Pressing.I shut my eyes tightly.Why does it hurt this much?I expect nothing from him. I *know* what he is. What I am. There is no illusion left to break. And yet… those words still find a way in.I turn onto my back.Then the other side.The sheets twist around me, mirroring the restlessness in my mind.“This is ridiculous…” I whisper.With a frustrated huff, I throw the covers aside and sit up.Enough.If sleep won’t come, I won’t chase it.My feet touch the cool wooden floor, grounding me instantly. I stan

Not a dog

Those silver eyes held me captive for what felt like eternity; neither of us looked away. He looked over me, standing tall with his arms stretched on either side of the couch, while I sat down with hands on my lap, holding the book and looking up at him, god this would be such a picture-perfect pose, except we are not that kind of couple. Hell, we are not even a couple. But that thought of intimacy pulls emotions in me. No matter what, he was still my mate, engraved in my soul. But fate has its own ways. “Why are you here?” He asks in his deep voice, that sends a shiver down my spine and electricity between my legs. Fuck. I swallow, pulling up my husky voice, “I couldn’t sleep.” I reply honestly.“Hmmm.” He says softly. And all the while still holding my stare. Okay. This continues even for another second. I shall let myself be misled into either meeting his fury or disgust, and in both senses, it means disregard. I already have a PhD and wouldn’t want to improve my accolades. So I

Held my hand

Liora’s pov:Ms Martha’s movement is like a prey encountering any possible predator but the minute her eyes land on us, “Oh dear. Apologies alpha.” She says immediately straightening. Swiftly move my hands away from his grip, instantly feeling empty. The room’s silence lifts in seconds, awkwardness filling the air. Why do I feel like a high school student caught by my teacher trying to make out with my boyfriend in a library? A blush immediately forms on my cheeks as o slowly brush a strand of hair from my face. “I just found the lights on in this room, hence wanted to take a look. Did not mean any interruption,” she says awkwardly. Mara please don’t embarrass me further. “There’s nothing you interrupted here.” I say softly. “I couldn’t sleep hence I just thought of finding a book.” I say waving the book shyly. Mara looks every bit unbothered. Was there a course on being this stoic and utterly unreadable, or is he just naturally gifted? For this entire place is so good at hiding th

Cake?

I wake up slowly.Not the usual jolt, not the chaotic scramble of thoughts and alarms and unfinished dreams—but a soft, unhurried drifting into consciousness. For a moment, I just lie there, eyes still closed, wrapped in a strange sense of calm.I slept well.That alone feels… rare.A small smile tugs at my lips as I stretch under the blanket, letting the quiet settle into me. No nightmares. No restless tossing. Just sleep—deep and kind.Nice.Too nice. My eyes flutter open.Sunlight spills across the room, warm and golden, and I squint slightly before reaching for my phone. Something feels off. Too bright. Too still.I unlock the screen.11:58 a.m.I blink.Once.Twice.“…what?”I sit up, staring at the screen like it personally betrayed me. I’m an early bird. I wake up before the sun has fully decided to exist. This—this is unnatural.“Wow,” I mutter, pushing my hair back. “Who am I?”Still, there’s no panic. No rush. Just a quiet surprise lingering at the edges. Today was breezy a

Engaged?

The kitchen feels different the moment I step in.Quieter than the hall. Warmer. Lived-in.There’s a faint smell of spices lingering in the air, something freshly chopped sitting on the counter, and the low hum of conversation drifting from somewhere deeper inside.I pause just at the entrance, fingers brushing the edge of the counter as I take a breath.Okay. Cake. Focus.But then—“…I’m telling you, it’s completely ill-fated.”I freeze.Voices.Two—no, three of them. Low, conspiratorial. The kind of tone people use when they *know* they shouldn’t be talking—but are enjoying it far too much to stop.I shouldn’t listen.I absolutely shouldn’t.…which is exactly why I don’t move.“How can someone like him be mated to someone like *her*?” another voice says, sharp with disbelief. “She doesn’t even know what being mated means.”There’s a soft scoff. “Exactly! It’s almost embarrassing. For him, I mean.”My stomach tightens.Oh.We’re talking about *me*.I stay still, barely breathing now.

Home

The kitchen settles into a quiet rhythm soon after.There’s something grounding about it—the soft clink of bowls, the steady hum of the oven, the faint sweetness beginning to build in the air. Clair moves like she belongs here, like every corner already knows her, and I find myself falling into step beside her without thinking too much.“So,” she says, handing me a whisk, “areyou going to tell me how you landed here?”I let out a small breath, already smiling faintly. “I think that part’s… public knowledge at this point.”Clair glances at me, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes. “The rejection.”I nod once.There’s no pity in her expression. No curiosity either.Just acknowledgement.Which, somehow, I appreciate more.“And?” she prompts, turning back to the bowl she’s working on.I hesitate for a second, then sigh softly. “And then came the university event.”“That sounds promising already,” she mutters.I huff out a quiet laugh. “It was supposed to be. Big presentatio

Abandon

Liora steps into the house with care, the cake balanced gently in her hands as though it carries something fragile beyond its form.The familiar space greets her quietly.Too quietly.Until she sees her.Tessa sits at the dining table, fingers loosely wrapped around a glass, her posture relaxed but her eyes alert. The moment she notices Liora, she looks up—and something soft flickers across her face.She rises immediately.No hesitation.No glance spared elsewhere.Jayden, a step behind Liora, notices.His gaze lingers on Tessa for a fraction longer than necessary—measured, unreadable. There is history there. Not loud, not acknowledged, but present.Tessa does not look at him.Not once.She walks straight to Liora.Liora exhales softly, placing the cake carefully on the table before turning fully toward her. “What are you doing here?” she asks, a quiet smile forming despite the lingering weight of the day.Tessa shrugs, like the answer should be obvious. “I didn’t want your mom to fee

Never ever be yours

I have never felt this kind of hurt before—quiet, sharp, and humiliating in a way that seeps under your skin and settles where no one can see it.I don’t lift my eyes.Not when she walks toward me. Not when the air thickens with her presence. Not even when I can feel everyone watching.My fingers tighten slightly around the cake box, like it’s the only thing keeping me anchored.Her footsteps stop in front of me.“So,” Lumia says, her voice low, edged, unstable, “do you think you were successful?”I blink.Slowly.Confusion pulls my brows together as I finally look up at her. “What?”Her laugh is hollow.Bitter.“Don’t,” she snaps, her eyes flashing. “Don’t mistake me for a fool, Liora. I know exactly what you must have done.”Something inside me stills.“What are you talking about?” I ask, my voice quieter now, but steady.She steps closer.Too close.“You think I don’t see it?” she continues, her words tumbling over each other, fuelled by something far deeper than anger. “You think

Don’t fit

I don’t remember how I got here.One moment I’m walking—out the back, past the grounds, past the weight of everything that felt like it was closing in on me—and the next, I’m standing at the edge of the forest.And I don’t stop.I keep walking.Branches brush against me, leaves crunch softly beneath my feet, the scent of damp earth wrapping around me like something grounding, something real. The deeper I go, the quieter it gets. Or maybe the noise inside me is just louder.I don’t think.I don’t turn back.I just… move.Until the trees begin to thin and the river reveals itself—quiet, steady, indifferent.I step toward it slowly, my breath uneven, my chest tight in a way I don’t fully understand.Then I sit.Right at the edge, where the land dips slightly before meeting the water a few feet below.And I stay there.Time slips without asking.Minutes. Hours. I don’t know.I don’t track it.It feels like I’ve been placed here deliberately—like some quiet penance the Moon Goddess though

Not helpless

“Who’s there?”My voice slices through the silence, steadier than I feel, the wooden branch firm in my grip despite the tremor threatening my fingers.For a heartbeat—nothing.Then—A presence.Not just movement.Presence.Heavy. Commanding. Impossible to ignore.And before I even see him—I feel him.A few steps behind me.I turn sharply, raising the branch—And freeze.“You.”The word leaves me like a breath I didn’t know I was holding.Kael steps out from the shadows, dressed in dark clothes that seem to belong to the night itself. His face is unreadable, but his eyes—They’re on me.Steady.Searching.Too aware.“Why are you here?” he asks.Just like that.No greeting. No pause. Just a question.And something in me—Breaks loose.I let the branch fall from my hand.It hits the ground, but the sound feels distant.“Why?” I repeat, a bitter laugh slipping past my lips as I take a step toward him. “Am I not allowed to be here now?”His brows draw together immediately. “No. That’s not

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