Todos los capítulos de Rejected by my cursed alpha mate: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 36

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

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

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