All Chapters of Rejected by my Mate, Accepted by his Alpha Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NatashaThere is a kind of fear that doesn't announce itself.Not the loud kind, not the kind that shows up with a racing heart and shaking hands so at least you know what you're dealing with. This one is quieter than that. It moves in slowly and settles somewhere behind your sternum and just sits there, patient, waiting for you to stop moving long enough to feel the full weight of it. I know that fear. I have lived inside it before, in other places, with other people, and I had hoped, stupidly, that I was done with it and then Alan had stopped breathing and I had learned I was not done with it at all.We were moving now, which helped. Movement is good. Movement means there is somewhere to be, something to do with your hands and your legs and the part of your brain that would otherwise sit down on the floor and simply fall apart. Matt was ahead of us, checking corners, muttering something under his breath that I couldn't fully catch, some combination of directions and profanity that

NatashaThere is a very specific kind of silence that feels like it is watching you, and I recognize it immediately because it does not come from the absence of sound but from the presence of something that has decided not to make any.That is the silence that settles around us the moment Alan stops answering me, it is not empty.It is waiting.“Alan?” I say again, a little sharper this time, because the first time I said his name it disappeared into that silence without touching anything and I do not like that, I do not like the idea that my voice cannot reach him when he is standing right in front of me.He is still, not frozen like someone startled, not tense like someone bracing for something, just still in a way that feels wrong because it looks like he is listening to something that neither Matt nor I can hear.Matt takes a step closer, careful but not hesitant, his eyes moving over Alan’s face like he is trying to catch any small change before it becomes something bigger.“Hey,

NatashaAlan’s eyes changed right in front of me in a way that made fear spread through my chest so quickly that for a second I could barely breathe properly anymore.It wasn’t the color of them that changed and it wasn’t anything physical that I could have explained to somebody later if they asked me what happened in that hallway, but something behind his stare shifted in a way that felt deeply wrong, like part of him had suddenly stepped somewhere farther away while the rest of him stayed standing in front of me.My hands remained locked against his face because I was terrified that the second I let go of him, even for a moment, whatever was happening inside him would pull him somewhere I could no longer reach.“Alan,” I said firmly while forcing him to keep looking at me. “Stay with me.”His breathing became uneven almost immediately after that, growing shallower and rougher in a way that made panic slowly crawl up the back of my throat because I could actually hear how hard he was

NatashaThe sound stopped every single one of us from moving almost immediately because the footsteps echoing through the hallway did not sound distant anymore. They sounded close enough now that I could almost feel the vibration of each slow step pressing through the floor beneath us, and the worst part about it was how calm the sound felt. Not rushed, not uneven…not confused.Whoever was walking toward us sounded patient, that frightened me more than panic ever could.For one long second, nobody spoke at all. The red emergency lights above us flickered weakly across the dark hallway, throwing strange moving shadows across the walls while broken glass crunched softly beneath our shoes. The entire building suddenly felt too quiet between each echoing footstep, like the silence itself was listening carefully to us.Matt slowly reached for the knife strapped against his side while staring ahead without blinking once.“I seriously hate this place,” he muttered under his breath, though hi

NatashaEverything inside me froze so hard that for one terrible moment I could not even force air properly into my lungs anymore because the words that thing had just spoken kept echoing violently through my head in a way that made my stomach twist painfully with fear and confusion.The real Alan.My eyes moved wildly between the creature holding Matt against the wall and the dark doorway behind us where the terrified screaming still echoed endlessly through the hallway, and no matter how hard I tried forcing myself to think clearly, none of this made sense anymore because every second only made the nightmare worse instead of giving us answers.Matt struggled violently in the creature’s grip while his boots scraped helplessly against the floor beneath him, his face slowly turning red from the pressure crushing his throat, but I could barely focus on him because my brain was still stuck on those horrifying words.That one is the real Alan.“No…” I whispered weakly before I could stop