All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sera The tears stop falling at some point and I just slide down to the cold floor quietly. I can't tell how long I've been sitting there but it's been long enough that my tears have dried, sticking to my sweaty face and leaving visible traces of salt. I lean back, lining my spine against the door as I clutch my palm. It is throbbing painfully and my throat feels raw from screaming. I had searched the entire place looking for what to smash the door with. But all I did was to cause more ruckus. By the time I had resorted to using a pan, I knew I was only making a joke of myself. The brittle skillet sits by my feet now, bent and chipped from how hard I had smashed it against the floor. My reddened hands burn as I clasp them together and my fingers tremble with every movement. I am still sitting there when it suddenly dawns on me that I can call for help. Jumping to my feet, I run up the stairs and turn toward my room. The door slams against the wall, almost pulling from its h

Aeron Heat radiates into the empty room, rolling over my skin from where I stand. The light travels from the hearth, falling on the lush rug, casting eerie shadows behind me that flicker with the draft from the chimney. I stare into the fire with my hands clasped behind me. It has been burning since 3.a.m. and I haven't touched it or moved it. The logs within just keep cracking softly, breaking under the heat. The flames dance like it's the only thing alive in the room. My eyes move to the clock above the hearth. It’s four in the morning. That means it's been an hour since I've been standing here. To me, it only feels like a minute. Doors creak and bang outside my father's study as they open and close. The pack is already awake. I can hear them outside, their footsteps, orders and laughter reverberating off the walls of the rooms. Soon, Elders begin to troop in and out, asking questions, confirming arrangements, and repeating things I've already approved. This goes on for the

Sera We've been driving for more than ten minutes and Kellan still hasn't said a word. It was unlike him. His hands remain tight in the steering wheel and his fingers twitch around the leather every few seconds like he's forcing himself to stay calm. Every time I turn my eyes away, he'd flex his jaw, the veins running down his neck ticking faintly. His eyes haven't left the road but I can tell he's watching me. I feel the rumble from the car's engine reverberating beneath us as the sound of gravel crunching under the tires slips through the window. We pass stretches of uneven roads as we finally move out of my neighborhood. Trees lining both sides pass by in blurs of swaying green as we accelerate. I let out a low sigh, leaning my head against the window. The frosty glass is cool against my temple and the steady wind slipping through the slight crack whip strands of my hair across my face and into my mouth. I don't bother moving them away and just stare outside. My eyes rema

Aeron The elder’s words cut through the noise like a blade, causing the cheers to fall to quiet whispers. I frown, my body stilling for a moment before my head turns sharply toward Marcellus. He is standing beside the other elders, further from their crescent assembly. His staff is planted firmly against the stone floor and he has one hand lifted in the air. He glances at me, smiling just slightly enough for me to notice–for me to know–before turning back to the crowd. I recall Aspyn meeting me, asking if we could perform the mating rites together with the coronation but I don't remember giving them a go ahead. Marcellus was acting on his own. My teeth grit and fingers clench so hard I feel my knuckles crack. A storm of fury brews in my chest and the urge to attack him eats at me. But I force myself to stay still. The guards immediately rush to where Aspyn stood, taking a hand as they lead her forward from the front row. Then they hand her over to two elders who carefully guid

Sera My heart pounds in my chest as I look down at the crowd before me. Aeron's words still ring in my ears and I find them hard to swallow. He was choosing me… as his mate? I know his intentions with me, but I never knew my invitation as a special guest was for him to announce to the entire pack that I am to be his Luna. This was against pack law and… I was never even given a choice in the matter. I just felt like a pawn in his game and Kellan's words were soon starting to make sense. But standing here on the dais, watched by all wolves… I find it hard to deny his words and walk away. Soon, the chanting begins to fade, but the tension in the courtyard still lingers in the air. “All hail the Alpha," the crowd repeat again, their voice lowered this time. "All hail the Alpha.” I can hear the hesitation in their voices now, the facade of unity in their times. I watch the wolves around us–some kneeling without hesitation, others forcing themselves to. A few of them keep their