Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

AeronI groan, holding my aching side as I drag my protesting leg through the long corridor. The walk to the door across from me feels longer than it should and the space seems to drag further with every inch I close. A low groan slips out my lips from the constant grind that rocks my spine, climbing up my back until it settles somewhere deep in my chest. My healing factor is stronger now, courtesy of the healers’ work, and threads tug at my bullet wound from the stitching the doctors gave me. They had pulled out most of the silver, my body forced to heal through what is left. But their efforts do not erase everything… and I still didn't let them finish. They had told me to rest, wait for my body to catch up with itself, but I knew I couldn't. I had matters to address.I walk past Omegas who pause their work and stare, pulling their gazes away the moment I turn toward them. The guards lining the wall straighten on instinct, but I can feel their quick glances snapping in my directio

KellanThe chatter of passers-by surrounds me as everyone rushes to work. I take my place at the front of a clothing store, my hand tucked in my pocket and my eyes fixed on the small building across the street. The restaurant Sera works at. The structure sits right by the side of the road–exactly the way I remember it. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch along the front wall, overlooking the street and glinting in the rising sun. The faint clatter of plates reach where I stand and I hear the low hum of conversations every time someone pushes the door open. Everything feels… normal. Like I didn't nearly lose my life a few hours ago. Like the woman I love didn't just ignore me like I didn't fucking exist. My jaw ticks slightly as I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I shift my weight between my feet and my back protests beneath the jacket where the sniper's bullet had taken through. White bandages dotted red with blood cover the wound that has mostly healed now, but the ache is sti

HelenaKnowing stretching the silence will only make me suspicious, I decide to move. I take slow steps towards the nearest seat like my heart didn't just skip a beat the second he walked into the room. Like everything about this exchange is… normal. “There's no need to stand, Aeron," I say, keeping my smile as I drop down on the chair, the wood creaking under me. I gesture toward the couch beside me and slap a hand once on its armrest. “Take a seat," I continue, holding my smile. “It wouldn't be nice standing after all you've gone through.”I make sure to keep my tone calm and almost warm and Aeron doesn't notice, thankfully. "Alright,” he says with a nod. His movement stiff, he walks across the room toward the seat. He tries to hide the limp in his steps and tension in his side as he keeps each step measured. When he grabs the armrest and lowers himself onto the cushion, the subtle tension of his jaw and tick of a vein under his neck give away all he's trying to hide. He's in

KellanI shouldn't have stayed back. I had been walking through the halls, taking in my new quarters when I walked past Helena's room. The nameplate at the top told who it belonged to and I turned to leave. Until… I heard Aeron's voice drift through the slightly ajar door. The moment it reaches me, I stilled. My fists clenched at my side and I glanced back at the door. I could see his regalia swish, the dull red velvet glistening in the sunlight as he took a seat by the entrance. I should have kept on walking, kept my head down and pretended not to care. But… something held me back, pinning me to the spot. Instead, I took a step away from the door and stood just out of sight before pressing my back lightly against the wall. I ignored the sharp jab at my sides as I tilted my head slightly, just enough to catch every word that slipped through the crack. Helena's voice came first, calm and controlled–too controlled. Like she forced the sweetness it held. Then Aeron spoke next, his

SeraAeron agreeing to give me the opportunity to go to healing school definitely wasn't at the top of my bucket list. That was yesterday. Today, I was given a limo ride from home to the mansion… again. Aaliya and Leah weren't quite happy seeing me leave and my aunt showed her displeasure by not even showing up when I left. Yet, I could hear their whispers, conversations about my soon-to-come downfall at the pack. “They threw her out the first time," Leah had said. "We just have to wait for her again. She'll come crawling back.”Her words settled in my mind throughout the entire drive to the mansion and it was all I could think about. By the time I arrived at the mansion, I found myself doubting my decision. And surrounded by guards that just couldn't stop staring only worsened the chaos in my mind. Now, I'm standing by the doorward of the same room they'd given me, my fingers resting lightly on the doorknob as I take it in. The place feels different than I remember. And it's not