All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SeraThe instant I turn and my eyes meet Kellan's, everything inside me stills and my entire body freezes to the spot. My head empties, my pulse even seems to paused, and I forget how to breathe at that moment. For a full minute, no one says anything. Aeron remains seated at the head of his table, calm as ever. One hand rests lightly against the table and the other strokes his chin as he stares at Kellan, as though this is nothing more than another ordinary morning. Like I'm not still burning with rage from what he did just a few minutes ago. And Kellan… he just stands in the doorway, watching the both of us silently. He moves his gaze between us slowly, taking everything in–how close I am from Aeron, the tension in my posture, the calmness of Aeron's demeanor and the untouched food sitting on the table. A lump forms in my throat and I force myself to swallow as I look away first. Holding his gaze just twists something in my stomach and stirs the nausea breeding in my chest. I c

Helena"Good," I say softly. Aspyn's brows knit. "Good? What do you mean?"I tilt my head slightly, then chuckle. "I can see that you've stopped waiting for him. Now, that's always the first useful step."I see something in her expression shift at that. I is uncertainty, then validation creeping in as I continue."I can address your problem," add calmly. "When the time is right of course. For now, don't try burning yourself out over a man who's already made his position clear."She opens her mouth like she wants to argue, but the weight in her shoulders seem to betray her. It shows that she doesn't want a sort of debate. No. She wants direction.And I can give her that eventually.For now, I let warmth enter my tone just enough to settle her. "You must give me some time," I say. "I have to make a call."Her breathing slows slightly, and the tension in her posture eases by degrees. She nods only once, like she's clinging to the idea of control again."Alright," she says. Then, more q

AeronThe city shifts past the tinted glass in slow motion.I sit back against the leather seat, one hand resting lightly over my side where the dull ache continues to pulse in quiet reminder. It is not sharp enough to slow me anymore, but it still lingers. I let it sit there as a reminder that pain is inevitable.Across from me, Kellan says not a word.He has not spoke since we left the mansion, and yet his silent is far from empty. There is weight in it, something that presses into the calm space between us. I cast just a quick glance at him, catching the way his gaze remains fixed forward, unfocused on anything outside the window.He is obviously deep in thought. And that, more than anything else, makes him dangerous."You look like you're chewing on something you don't quite want to swallow," I say after a short while. A small smile followed.His eyes shift, finally settling on me. There is no surprise there–just a bit of a measured awareness."Just thinking," he replies.I huff

AeronI gesture lightly toward the front."You," I point, nodding at the woman who had spoken earlier. "Go ahead, now."She recovers quickly, even as the edge of astonishment still lingers in her expression."Thank you, Alpha," she says, her tone more measured now. "My question still remains. What convinces you that Kellan is the right choice for this role?"I hold her gaze as I answer."Because I have seen firsthand how he acts under pressure," I say, shooting a quick glance at Kellan. Then I turn back to the woman as I add, "He has done quite well in situations where hesitation costs lives."The room remains still as everyone listens."He isn't one that reacts blindly," I continue. "He assesses and adapts. And when necessary, he acts without permission that may never come. Now, that is not something you train into a man. It is something he either has or he does not."I let the words settle before adding. "And I'm not one to place authority in the hands of anyone who cannot stand on

AeronThe hall is still humming when we step off the platform. Voices overlap behind us, but I let it fade into the background as we move through the corridor toward the exit.Kellan walks beside me, his stride steady, and his silence intact. It's not the silence of discomfort or uncertainty. This one is measured, more like he knows the weight of what he stands on now.When we reach the car, the driver is already at attention. The door opens smoothly, and I slid into the back seat first. Kellan follows, closing the door behind him as the driver pulls away from the station. Then I turn my head toward him."The pack press are usually the hardest to impress," I say quietly.Kellan doesn't look at me."You did quite well today," I add, studying him.Still, he says nothing. The silence doesn't bother me. The car glides through the streets, the city thinning gradually as we move back toward the packhouse. I let my gaze drift toward the window, watching the passing blur of structures and m