All Chapters of Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EVELARA“Oh!” A quiet gasp escaped my lips.Lord Kaelen. I completely forgot about him while dealing with my tragedies. I didn’t even have time to go and check on him. He must have gotten better now.“Uh- okay, I’ll go see him,” I said after a few seconds.With a curt nod, she left.After checking the patient on my hand, I went to see the lord general. He was shifted to a high-end private ward. The door of his ward was guarded by two bulky warriors, who looked mostly like robots.As I went near his room, followed by Eric, one of the guards silently knocked on the door before opening it for me.‘Okay? Surprising.’ Dravara raised a brow, ‘seems like he was waiting for you.’‘Seems so…’ I said, and stepped inside. And thank the Goddess, Eric chose not to follow me inside! I mean, it would be a bit excessive if he did, not that it's not too much now.When I entered the ward, Lord General inside turned his head toward me.He was sitting upright, a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, his da

EVELARASunlight penetrated the heavy drapes, casting sharp beams across the luxurious flooring of the royal ward.I blinked in response to the gold and brown furnishings, the heavy silks, and the polished floors, as it all seemed rather overwhelming and excessive.Too much luxury, too much attention... The words of yesterday pressed through me. His cold gaze, his calculated threat, all of it—but still it confuses me, that why me? Why like this?Worse of all—I felt guilty for some reason. As if I had committed a crime.A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly left the bed, slipping into the attached bathroom.The quiet clatter of porcelain and running water grounding me just enough to think. I splashed water over my face, feeling the cold sting against my skin, and tried to chase away the thoughts of last night — him hovering over me, his presence dominating the room, the storm behind his calm gaze… I looked in the mirror and those violet-grey gazes, I couldn't recognise them anymore. They w

EVELARAThe bathroom lights flickered once above me as I rinsed the blood from my wrist. The water turned pink, then clear again, swirling down the drain as if it carried my last thread of sanity with it.For a moment, I saw it— that faint shimmer beneath my skin. A mark shaped like a half-moon and a flicker of flame.I blinked, confused and surprised at the same time.It pulsed once, like something alive. Then as the water poured over it, the glow faded… slow and reluctant, like it didn’t want to leave me. But, it disappeared slowly, and when it finally did, only a faint ache remained, like a hit that pulsed too faintly.I stared at my wrist, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Maybe I imagined it,” I whispered, unsure.‘Are you sure?’ Dravara whispered back, she didn't sound too confident this time.‘I-I don't know.’ I hesitated. ‘It’s like the same in childhood, strange dreams and then something happened as I woke up, something very unusual.’ I glanced at my wrist. ‘Just like this

EVELARAWhen I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth. No, not the sunlight— but something heavier, thicker than usual… And I was right, it was a quilt made of silk.The bed beneath me was soft enough to swallow me whole, the sheets smelling faintly of rain and roses—quite unlike the hospital bed, it was more like…Wait—where am I?I opened my eyes slowly.The ceiling above me was not the sterile white commonly found in hospitals. Instead, it was crafted from marbles, adorned with painted constellations, and featured the royal crest in silver at its center. The curtains were partially drawn, allowing the morning light to gently filter through sheer ivory drapes.My chest constricted. This wasn’t the hospital.This was the royal palace.I bolted right up, way too harshly that the world spun. My throat felt dry, my head was heavy with ache as I looked around.It was the room I was given after he declared me his consort. So, he brought me here…The door was knocked softly and before I

ELOWENAround six in the evening, the palace turned more alive than usual—servants rushing through the corridors, guards stationed by every archway, and whispers trailing behind every door.When the maid brought in the evening gown, I honestly didn’t expect it to steal my breath.A masterpiece of obsidian silk and silver thread — the fabric shimmered faintly like starlight on water. Its bodice was sculpted, the skirt flowing but weightless, and along the hem, the faint symbol of the Alpha Supreme’s crest was embroidered — not bold, but deliberate enough to let people know.Lucien’s mark...“He sent this?” I asked, although I was impressed by the gown, I also felt caged.“Yes, my lady. Along with the royal stylist.” She said and soon, a young woman, around my age, or perhaps a bit older, entered next. She was graceful and precise.“Good Evening, my lady.” The stylist greened me with a slight bow. “I'm Jenna Harold, your stylist for the night.”Then her eyes fell on the dress in the serv