All Chapters of The Alpha Rejected His Bride For Me: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

(Lena POV)"Let go," I said.He did not let go."Theo," I said. "Let go of my wrist."He was looking at my face and his jaw was tight and his eyes were doing the thing they did when he had more inside them than his face could contain and was not going to look away to manage it. He kept his hand on my wrist and he kept looking at me."I will not run," I said. "Let go."He did not let go.I turned my wrist in his grip, not to pull free, just the rotation of it, and his fingers adjusted and tightened slightly and I stopped turning and looked at him and he looked at me and we stood in the corridor with the torches burning at intervals along the wall and the flagstones cold under our feet and the covered passage visible at the far end."You have to let go," I said."You were in my house," he said.His voice had lost the quiet containment from the staircase. Not loud, not raised, but the flatness was go

(Theo POV)She went still in my arms somewhere in the second corridor.Not fully, not completely, her fingers were still in the fabric of my jacket and I could feel her breathing against my chest, but the small adjustments she had been making, the slight shifts of her weight, the tension in her neck, all of that stopped, and her head dropped heavier against my shoulder and her hand in the jacket loosened.I walked faster.The medical wing was on the ground floor of the main building, east side, I had clocked it when the guard walked me in, the way I clocked exits and medical access points in any unfamiliar structure out of habit.I turned left at the main corridor junction.The door to the medical wing had a lamp above it and a different quality of floor inside it, the stone giving way to something smoother and easier to clean, and I pushed through it with my shoulder and a staff member at the near counter looked up and started to say something and I said, "She fell on the east stairc

(Kai POV)"Please, excuse us." Diane said as she and the other nurse carries Lena to the stretcher, after she was done with the imaging.They moved her to a proper room.While I  try to follow them,"Please, I request for you to step out as it won't be advisable if you follow us in."I nodded then stayed where was, fifteen minutes later Diane came to find me in the corrido, my back against the wall and my arms crossed and my eyes on the door."The imaging confirmed concussion, but there has not been fracture.""Is that all?" I ask her."No, her ribs are cracked two on the left side." She told meI stood against the wall and listened and nodded and did not say anything until she finished."The room," I said."Third on the right," she said. "She has not woken yet. That is expected with a concussion of this grade. The next twelve hours are the window."I went to the third room on t

(Kai POV)Diane came within ten minutes of being called.I heard her in the corridor before the door opened, her footsteps and the footsteps of someone else with her, and when the door opened it was Diane and a man I recognized as Dr. Adler, the compound's senior physician, who had not been in the room when they brought Lena in that afternoon.I stood up from the chair.Adler was a man in his late fifties with grey at his temples and the unhurried quality of someone who had been in rooms like this enough times that the room itself did not affect his pace. He came through the door and he looked at Lena first, the professional survey, taking in the bandage and the dressing and the position she was in, and then he looked at me.The second look held something the first one did not.I had seen that look before. The last time I had seen it I had been seventeen and standing in a different corridor in a different wing of this compou

(Kai POV)The room was quiet for a long time after the door closed.I sat in the chair with my hand over Lena's and she lay flat on the bed looking at the ceiling and the lamp held its amber circle and outside the window the north garden was dark and neither of us moved and neither of us spoke and the room held us both in it and the silence was the kind that did not need filling.Then she made a sound.It was small, the first one, barely audible, the sound of something being held back that had run out of room to be held, and her face changed, not dramatically, not all at once, but the jaw that had been set released and the eyes that had been on the ceiling closed and the breath that had been careful around the ribs came out in a way that was not about the ribs at all, and then she was crying.Not quietly. Not the contained kind. She put her right hand over her face, the hand that had been under mine, and she turned her head to the