All Chapters of The Alpha Rejected His Bride For Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

(Mira POV)The door opened before I had finished knocking, which meant someone had heard me on the step. It was Jake, still in yesterday's clothes by the look of them, holding a mug and chewing something. He looked at me and then looked past me down the street and then back at me."Mira," he said."Jake," I said.He stepped back and I came in.The room had four people in it. Theo was at the table with his hands wrapped around a cup, looking at the surface of it. Curtis was standing by the back wall with his arms folded, and Pete was on the bench where he had apparently slept, sitting up now with his hair pressed flat on one side and his boots not yet on. There was another man I knew by face but not well, one of the younger boundary men, sitting in the chair by the window with a map spread across his knees. He looked up when I came in and then looked back at the map.The conversation that had been happening stopped the way co

(Lena POV)I woke up reaching for the other side of the bed before I was fully conscious and found the sheets cold and flat under my palm.I lay there for a moment with my hand on the empty side and looked at the ceiling. The fire had died down overnight and the room was cooler than it had been, the pale grey of early morning coming through the gap in the curtains. No sound from the main room. No footsteps, no chair scraping, no sound of the decanter being moved on the side table the way it was when Kai was up and thinking about something he did not want to think about in bed.Gone already, then.I pushed myself up slowly, my shoulders stiff from the cold and from the way I had been lying, curled too far to one side with my arm under me. My hair was loose and tangled and I pushed it back off my face and sat on the edge of the mattress and looked at my feet on the rug for a moment before I stood up.The room was quiet and grey and I was still half-asleep, moving on the slow automatic r

(Lena POV)I stayed at the window for a while after he stopped talking, looking at the wet gravel and the guards on the wall and the grey morning sky above the compound, and then I turned around and went back to the chair and sat down and picked up the tea which was fully cold now but I held it anyway.Kai had not moved from the desk chair. HI looked at him.He was looking at the grate."Why didn't you tell me this earlier," I said.He looked up from the grate."Not just this," I said. "Not just the Varden thing and the doctor. All of it. Every time something happened that I needed to know about, I found out sideways. From documents someone else handed me. From things I overheard. From putting pieces together in rooms you had already left." I kept my voice even. "You say you love me. You have said it more than once. And then you walk around carrying things you do not tell me."Kai looked at his cup. He turned

(Lena POV)The requisition form had ended up back on the desk somehow, slightly more creased than it had started, and Kai had picked it up and looked at it once more before setting it in the stack of papers he was not supposed to be authorizing anything from.The morning had moved on while we were not paying attention to it. The light through the window was higher and more direct now, the pale grey of early morning having given way to actual daylight, and from somewhere below there were the sounds of the compound in full operation, boots on stone and voices in the courtyard and the distant rhythmic clang from the direction of the smithy that happened every morning at this hour regardless of what was happening in the residential wing above it.Kai looked at the window and then at the papers and then at me."I have to go," he said."I know," I said.He did not move immediately. He looked at the papers again and pushed the stac

(Mira POV)He stood there for a moment with his back to me and then he turned around.He looked at me directly."Did she have something to do with stopping the attack," he said.I looked at him."Yes or no," he said.I looked at the oilcloth on the coal stack. The corner that had come undone was lifting slightly in the morning air, the edge of it curling up and dropping back down in a slow, repetitive motion. I looked at it and then I looked at Theo."It is complicated," I said.His jaw tightened. "I did not ask if it was complicated. I asked if she had something to do with stopping it.""Theo," I said."Mira." His voice was flat. Not raised, not cracked, just flat, the flatness of someone who has been patient for a long time and has arrived at the end of the patience cleanly, without drama. "I have been standing in this yard with you for ten minutes and you have told me she is carrying something