All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SeraI am lost in the dark void that is sleep, drifting peacefully as I clutch tight my pillow. Everything is calm and the calm breeze blowing against my skin fills me with ease.But then I hear the sound of footsteps approach me–I hear but I don't move. Not until I feel a shadow drop over my face, blocking out the gentle light that's coming from the open window.Suddenly, I hear the soft sound of a bell ringing near my head.I groan, fingers digging into my pillow as I turn to the other side. It rings again and I bury my face into the pillow as I let out an annoyed sound. When it happens for the third time, I lift my hands instinctively and slam it beside me, reaching for the button of my alarm clock.But instead of feeling the cold, smooth surface of my worn out clock, my palm meets soft sheets–softer than it usually is.I frown, patting the space again gently as I keep searching for the clock. But all I am met with is the same empty space.I lean to the side, stretching my arm to

AeronThe room stays quiet after Helena finishes talking. I keep my gaze long on her before turning to Sera. Her eyes are wide and I can see she's close to tears.“Did you do it, Sera?" I ask quietly.She shakes her head immediately, her cupped hands muffling her soft whimpers. The scent she gives off is tinged with fear and her heartbeat is heightened. But I can tell it's not from being found out.She didn't do it."Call off the search,” I say, my voice pulling down the silence that'd settled in the room. “She clearly didn't do it. She doesn't even have access to your room, Helena."“I've reported it to the elders,* Helena says as she leans forward. "No search is getting called off until I find my purse. If she's innocent…” she glances at Sera, "... then she has nothing to be scared of.’She rushed to report to the elder about the theft? I think as my jaw tightens. This was already beyond simple accusation.I can feel Sera's stare on me from where she's sitting even without turning.

AeronThe scent from the rings still linger in my nose as I watch the elders pace about the room. Someone had handled them before they appeared in Sera's room.They put it there themselves.The thought sits heavy in my mind, blending with the voices from the elders behind me.They discuss amongst themselves, talking about the hearing and what their verdict is going to be. Helena just stands amongst them, clutching the rings tightly to her chest while she occasionally sighed, playing the part of the wronged victim.I don't buy the facade one bit. And I barely listen to what they're saying.I shift my gaze around the room, taking note of the chaos surrounding me. Most of the guards are out of the room now, away from the mess they created. Some still linger outside the room, waiting for us to leave so they can pick up all they threw around.But one amongst them stands… out.He is further back, hidden behind a corner. I could barely see him but I can tell he's watching everything. When I

Aeron “I… I took them.” The words come out heavy, the sound of Gabe's voice a low gurgle as blood slides down his chin. He tries to speak again but his mouth is barely steady and all that comes out is an incoherent mumble. For a long moment, the room is completely silent. My hands tighten around the front of his torn shirt, my fingers half-digging into his skin, drawing more blood as I hold him there. With a low growl, I lift him up, forcing him to stand even though his legs tremble under him. His face is swollen, lips split open in multiple places and one eye is already starting to close. Blood dots the collar of his uniform, blooming in little spots across the floor beneath us. I stare at him, teeth gritted and fangs bared. My chest rises and falls slowly as I bring him forward. “You took them," I repeat. He doesn't argue this time–just nods weakly. "Yes,” he said softly. "I… took them." I can see it in his eyes–the fight from before is drained out of him now. The rage and d

Sera“I didn't do it," I whisper, my voice weak and torn from crying too much. “I… didn't… do it."I don't know how long I stay like that–curled up on the hay with my face buried in my arms as my chest shakes with my quiet sobs.The stray under me scratches against my skin every time I move. Cold seeped into the small space from the walls and stone floor, creeping through my clothes. I hug myself tighter as I shiver. My teeth clatter despite the trial to still them.At some point, my crying slows. My throat feels like they're on fire from all the screaming I did earlier and my hands feel heavy. My eyes sting every time I blink so I just close them.The dungeon is filled with silence now.A few of the rogue wolves in the other cells have gone back to whatever they were doing before I arrived. But most still sit in front, watching me as I stir and writhe on the hay.I hear one snoring from one of the cells while another mumbles to himself as he keeps on pacing back and forth inside his