Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

KellanMy eyes slowly flutter open as I wake and the first thing that I notice is the silence. It wasn't like the hollow, suffocation quiet that the dungeon carried that threatened to swallow one's sanity whole. Or the one that was empty but tainted with the fear that the next sounds would be the thudding of boots coming to torture. No, this silence is… different. It feels as soft as the sheets and controlled by every noise that I make. It feels almost… peaceful. For a moment, I don't move from where I am. The firm mattress beneath me hugs my body like a second skin–a turnaround from the cold slab of stone I had grown used to. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling above me as I let my mind catch up with my body. No bugs come out to bite, no stain dot the sheets and there is no reek of rot and blood. This was paradise. My jaw tightens slightly as I slowly push myself up, the muscles in my body protesting from the lingering damage that hasn't fully healed yet. I wince sligh

Aeron“I never asked you to forget, Sera," I say quietly as I step closer to her. “Then what are you asking?" she asks, her voice close to breaking as her brows knit together. “What is it that you want from me? And I'd rather you not give me the bull about wanting me politically." I don’t answer her immediately. I just stand, taking in how she really looks now–the tightness of her lips, tears threatening to spill from her reddened eyes, trembling of her hands. “I'm asking you to stay,” I finally say. Her breath catches as she immediately looks away. I can tell my words hit somewhere deeper than she was willing to admit. “It's… it's not fair,” she mutters, her voice cracking slightly. "Why?”She shakes her head, pacing a small step away before turning back to me again. “You hurt me,” she says, the words leaving her quieter this time. "You let them hurt me. And… and then you let him hurt you because of me.”My jaw tightens slightly, but I don’t look away. “I know.”Silence settles

KellanAeron walks ahead of me, his steps steady and his stride carrying the same pride he left the meeting chamber with. I glance once more at the door, catching a glimpse of Sera still standing at the same spot just before it clicks shut. A lump forms in my throat and my hands tighten at my side. I think about going back in there and speaking to her… try to convince her to come back to me and expose what Aeron really was doing to her. But before I can even settle on the thought, Aeron's voice cuts through my gaze, pulling me back to the present. “Kellan," he calls. “What are you waiting for?" I pause for a moment, blinking as I stare at the doorknob. Then I force my calm expression again and turn to face Aeron who stands a few feet away, hands tucked behind him. His face is stoic, calm as mine. But I can tell he fights down the urge to burst into a mocking laughter. His eyes tell it already.“We need to be quick," he says, already turning back down the corridor. “So, follow me.

Kellan“ARGHHHHHH!" I groan in pain as I drop to the floors, clutching my bleeding arm. The bullet had sliced clean through, leaving behind sizzling flesh and burning muscle. Pool pools under me, blooming over my shirt as I grunt and toss in pain. Okay… this is worse than everything I felt back at the dungeon. "KELLAN!” Aeron shouts as he watches me fall. Clutching the door tight, he makes his way toward where I am laying on the floor, twisting in my own blood. The moment he stays under the cover of the car, he tosses the door to the side and rushes to my side. “Kellan," he calls again, digging his hands under my arm in an attempt to pull me fully into cover. "Kellan, are you oka–" “Fucking let go of me!" I scream as I shrug his hold off of me, the action costing me more agony that only grows as I bring my arm back to my side.I would rather stay and bleed to death… I would rather die than live to hear the son of a bitch gloat about saving me. If anyone is to help, it’s definite

KellanWith a low grunt, I leap out from behind the car, trying to forget the pain that burns through my side with every breath I take. The silver residue is burning a little from where I held it, but I try not to think about it right now. I wipe every thought and keep one thing in mind–survive whatever this is. I look over at Aeron, who is slumped against the side of the car, his side covered in blood. He wakes, glances over at me briefly before slumping over again. I grit my jaw. Lucky bastard. Hand gripping the gun tight, I move forward again, keeping low and moving fast.The street across from me is in chaos. Smoke rises from the cars that have been overturned, as the bullets continue to slam against metal and the asphalt, the ping of the bullets relentless. I hear screams in the distance, but I don't even try to process them. The only thing I keep my focus on, the only thing I'm worried about is the red dot.I hit the barricade and roll behind as I try to get into position.