All Chapters of The Rejected Lycan Heiress: He rejected her, she claimed his: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alder's POV I remained seated on the ground long after Adella walked away, my palms pressed against the earth behind me as though I needed something solid to hold onto, because everything inside me felt like it was slipping out of control in a way I could not contain, and no matter how many times I replayed the moment in my head, no matter how many times I tried to make sense of it, the outcome remained the same.A bitter breath left my lips as I dragged a hand through my hair, my gaze fixed on the empty path she had taken, as though I could still see her there, still hear her voice echoing in my head, still feel the sting of her hand against my face, and yet none of that compared to the weight of her words.You are not worthy to breathe the same air as me.The words settled deep, heavier than anything else she had said, and I could not shake them off no matter how hard I tried.“You look exactly like what I warned you about.”The voice came again.I closed my eyes briefly, my jaw ti

Adella's ChapterI was laughing when he found me.Not loudly, not in a way that would draw too much attention, but enough that my shoulders relaxed and my guard lowered in a way that had become rare, and I found myself leaning slightly toward Sigil as I spoke, my hands moving lightly as I tried to explain something that had happened earlier in the day.“I told her I was not going to accept that answer, can you imagine?” I said, my brows lifting slightly as I looked at him. “She stood there and insisted that I should simply nod and move on, and I kept asking her, why should I do that, what exactly am I agreeing to if I do not even understand it?”Sigil looked at me, a faint smile resting on his lips as he listened, his posture relaxed but attentive in that way that made it easy to speak around him without feeling judged.“And what did she say?” he asked.I let out a soft breath, my lips curving slightly.“She told me I ask too many questions,” I replied, tilting my head just a little.

Brooke's POVI do not remember when I started throwing things.All I remember is the sound.Glass shattering against the wall.Wood splintering under the force of my hand.Metal clanging loudly against the floor as I swept everything off the table without thinking twice.My chest rose and fell heavily, my breath uneven as I stood in the middle of my room, my fingers twitching slightly as anger surged through me in waves that refused to settle.“How dare she?” I muttered under my breath, my voice low yet filled with heat as I kicked the chair in front of me, sending it sliding across the room before crashing into the wall.A maid near the door gasped softly, her hands trembling as she held onto a tray, her eyes wide with fear as she watched me.I turned sharply toward her.“What are you looking at?” I snapped, my gaze piercing through her as she flinched.“N…. nothing, my lord,” she stammered, lowering her head immediately.“Then get out,” I barked.She did not hesitate.She rushed out

Adella's POV I stepped out of the hall with my thoughts still tangled, my mind replaying every word that had been said inside, every glance that had been thrown in my direction, every expectation that now rested on my shoulders, and I tried to steady myself as I walked forward, reminding myself that I had chosen this, that I had spoken up on my own, that no one forced those words out of me when I accepted the mission.My guard walked a step behind me, silent as always, her presence steady and watchful, and I was about to say something to her when my steps slowed on their own.Sigil.He stood not too far ahead, his posture relaxed in a way I had not seen in a while, his shoulders slightly loose, his expression lighter than usual, and beside him stood my guard.No.Not my guard.The same woman who had woken me up.They were talking.Not just talking.Laughing.I stopped without realizing it.Something in my chest tightened, a strange feeling that I did not immediately understand, and I

Adella's POV I stood in the middle of my room, staring at the small bag resting on the edge of the bed, my fingers still gripping the fabric as though letting go of it would suddenly make everything feel too real.Was I truly ready for this?The question lingered quietly in my mind as I drew in a slow breath, my eyes moving across the room that had started to feel less foreign over the past weeks, a place that had slowly begun to accept me even when I had not fully accepted myself.I tightened my hold on the strap of the bag before finally releasing it, pressing my lips together as I glanced at the mirror beside the wardrobe, my reflection staring back at me with a calm I was not sure I truly felt.“You cannot keep standing there forever, Adella,” I muttered softly to myself, lifting a hand to brush a strand of hair away from my face as I let out a quiet breath.I had packed only what I needed.Clothes that would not slow me down.A few essentials.Nothing unnecessary.Because this w