All Chapters of Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EVELARANothing feels real. And yet everything does…I pulled away first. I had to. If I stayed in his arms a second longer, I would say something stupid, like don’t let go or stay with me or last night meant something, didn’t it?And I couldn’t take that risk, not when there is a fat chance to be broken more than I already am.Lucien’s hand hovered at my waist like he wanted to pull me back but was forcing himself not to.That alone was terrifying. Lucien Virek never held himself back, not in any case. He had always been blunt and rude and claimed, until—now.He let me sit up fully while he remained on the bed, half-covered, hair mussed, eyes soft in a way I had never seen.It was unfair, how gentle and genuine he looked. For the first time he looked reachable, as though he had dropped his guard only for me.No! No! I must not!I forced myself to breathe and gather the scattered pieces of my dress from the floor.The silence between us was heavy—not uncomfortable, but charged in a way

EVELARA“Ah—um,” I fumbled, trying to cover my sins. “I-it's nothing baby! It's nothing!” I tried to cover up.But this child— this stubborn child wasn’t letting it go. He was definitely his father's blood! Like father, like son!Eryx stepped closer, then suddenly, he sniffed and stiffened. His small face scrunched up.“You smell weird,” he announced bluntly.My heart slammed hard. He wouldn't know, would he?Then he squinted harder, staring at my dress, my hair, my neck, my whole face, and then—“…you smell like dad.”My breath stuttered so hard I nearly choked. Immediately my eyes snapped at the nanny who stood in a little distance but hearing every single thing!When I glanced at her, she lowered her gaze but, she had a fu**king smile on her lips! Damn! She knows!‘Of course, she does after this blatant declaration!’ Drave muttered, ‘what did you expect?’“I—Eryx—it’s not—” My words scattered like startled birds. I looked like a mouse caught in a fire.He tilted his head, his expres

EVELARAThe mirror in the chamber reflected more than my visage. It displayed the evidence of last night's passion, the remnants of a powerful event I had barely endured—and one I knew I would never forget.My throat bore faint purple impressions, still tender to the touch. My waist ached with deep, angry bruises, and my lips… my lips were swollen, plump, coloured by my own blood and his hunger.‘Delicious. Just what I prefer for newly-weds.’ Dravara licked her lips shamelessly. ‘Isn't it better? You had a wedding before, and now the passion. Perfect!’‘Shut up!’ I glared at her, only to make her chuckle darkly.‘Yeah, as if you're not enjoying every bit of it.’ She mocked.I ignored her, and pressed a trembling hand to my chest, taking in a shallow breath. Because, she's right…Every mark screamed my truth. Every lingering scent of him on my skin whispered secrets I was desperate to hide. And the worst part—I love it all.The dress I had chosen, a high-neck, long-sleeved, midnight blu

EVELARAThe palace door closed behind us with a soft thud, but I was still floating—no, drowning—in what had just happened.It hadn’t been a luncheon. It had been an ambush of whispers and eyes and silent gasps, a battlefield where the Supreme had openly and recklessly, shielded me.And the worst part?I could still feel the imprint of Lucien’s hand wrapped around mine. It was firm, possessive, and unshakeable, as if he were making a promise in front of the entire court. It seemed he didn't care who saw, and perhaps even wanted them to.My pulse hadn’t slowed once since the moment he stood for me in front of everyone.And now, in the silence of the corridor, and no one daring to follow… the reality hit me harder. He hadn’t let go of my hand—not once, not even now. He hadn’t even hesitated.I, on the other hand, was a disaster. A confused, and trembling disaster.“Thank the Moon,” I whispered under my breath, my heart pounding as I gently tugged my hand from his grasp the moment we turn

EVELARA“Leonel!?” I gasped, staring at the beta Supreme and Lucien’s younger brother in shock.“What are you—!? I almost growled out, until he looked at me, and those eyes— those current blue eyes made me swallow the words I wanted to snap on his face.He dragged me into the alcove beside the pillar, hidden from the main walkway. Not violently… but with a frantic urgency that instantly tightened my pulse.His grip was as though made of iron, his breathing all wrong— ragged, unsteady, the breath of a man who would sprint through fear itself.“Leonel— let go!” I tried tugging my wrist, trying to freeze myself from his grip.He didn’t though.His chest rose and fell too fast, his pupils blown wide, scanning me— my face, my throat, that slowly went down the collar of my dress as if he was trying to see through the fabric.And with each passing second his gaze darkened.“What did he do to you?” He finally spoke, his tone was a suppressed growl, cracking on the last word.I froze... Somethi