All Chapters of Rejected by my Mate, Accepted by his Alpha Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NatashaThe moment his name tore out of my throat, it did not feel like a choice or something I had control over, it came from somewhere deeper than that, somewhere raw and shaken and angry, because even though I had tried to hold it in, tried to stay quiet and think my way through this, the second I felt Matt’s grip tighten again around my arm and the cold press of something hard against my side, I knew I could not stay silent anymore, not when I could feel him just beyond that door, not when I knew Alan was close enough to hear me.“Shut up,” Matt snapped, his voice low and sharp right against my ear as his fingers dug into my skin harder, like he thought pain would make me easier to control, like he had forgotten who I was and what I had already survived because of him.I turned my head just enough to glare at him, even with my chest rising too fast and my hands tied behind me in a way that was already starting to hurt, and I said.“If you think I’m going to sit here quietly while

NatashaAs we stepped away from that burning building and the night air hit my face, it felt like my body was finally catching up with everything that had just happened, because even though my feet were still moving and Alan’s hand was still wrapped tightly around mine like he was afraid I would disappear if he loosened his grip, my chest was tight in a way I could not ignore, and every breath I took felt deeper than normal, like I had been holding it in for far too long.I stayed close to him, closer than I usually allowed myself to be in front of everyone, but I did not have the strength to pretend anymore, not after everything that had just happened, not after the way I had heard him shout my name like losing me was something he could not survive, and even now, as we moved further away from the chaos, I could still feel the echo of that moment sitting somewhere deep inside me.“Easy,” he murmured quietly beside me, his voice low enough that it was just for me, and when I looked up

AlanI did not say anything as we walked back, not because I did not have something to say, but because I knew that if I spoke too soon, I might say it the wrong way, and the last thing I wanted was to turn what had just happened into something heavier than it already was, especially when I could still feel the tension clinging to Natasha even though she was trying to act like she was fine.She kept her pace steady beside me, her steps quiet against the floor, but I noticed the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides like she was holding something in, and that alone told me more than any words would have, because Natasha was not the kind of woman who let things slide easily, not when something did not sit right with her.“You shouldn’t have asked her like that,” I said after a while, my voice calm, not harsh, because I was not trying to scold her, I just needed her to understand what she had stepped into.She glanced at me, not defensive, just thoughtful. “So I should just ignore

Natasha The walk back inside should have felt like a small thing, just a few quiet steps and a door opening, but everything about it felt heavier than it should have, and the closer we got to the hallway, the more certain I became that whatever Alan had found outside had not stayed out there, because even though he said nothing, the silence around him felt too full, like he was carrying something that had already started changing the shape of the night. He did not let go of my hand after we stepped in, and if anything, his fingers seemed to close around mine a little more firmly, enough for me to feel that quiet insistence in him, that same one he used whenever he wanted me close without saying it out loud. I looked up at him as he led me down the corridor, and his face was calm in that way only Alan could manage, controlled enough that anyone else might have believed it, but I had seen the look in his eyes outside, and now I could not unsee

Natasha For a second, I honestly thought I had heard him wrong, because the words did not just settle into my mind the way normal things did, they hit something deeper and stayed there, heavy and sharp in a way that made it hard to breathe properly, and even though I could see Victor standing right there, holding that device like it was just another piece of evidence, nothing about it felt ordinary to me, because there was no way, absolutely no way, that he could be standing there telling Alan that there was a recording with my voice on it. “My voice?” I repeated, and I hated how steady I sounded, because it did not match what was happening inside me at all. Victor did not look away from Alan immediately, like he was waiting for him to react first, but Alan did not say anything either, and that silence stretched for a second too long before Victor finally gave a small nod. “Yes.&rdq