All Chapters of Rejected by my Mate, Accepted by his Alpha Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AlanThe words hit me harder than I expected, not because she raised her voice or because what she said was loud, but because of how calm she sounded when she said it, as if the ground under everything I thought I understood had just shifted and she was standing steady while I was the only one feeling it move.“You weren’t supposed to remember me at all.”For a second, I just stared at her.I heard the words clearly, but they did not settle into anything that made sense. They stayed suspended between us like something unfinished, like a sentence missing the one piece that made it real.“What does that even mean?” I asked.Natasha did not answer right away.She stood there looking at me like she knew exactly how much damage those words had done, and maybe she was trying to decide whether to make it worse or finally explain enough for me to understand.I felt anger rising in me then, not because I wanted to be angry, but because confusion was turning into something sharper.“No,” I said

AlanThe moment Natasha said they had found me, something inside me dropped so hard that it felt like the floor had vanished beneath me, because even though I still did not fully understand what I had become or why people were hunting me, the look on her face told me more than words ever could, and the fear in her eyes was not the kind that came from uncertainty, it was the kind that came from knowing exactly what was coming and understanding how little time was left before everything spiraled out of control.The alarms kept screaming through the room in violent bursts, each pulse of sound tearing through my thoughts and making it harder to breathe, while the red lights flashing across the walls painted everything in sharp fragments of shadow and color, and for one disorienting second all I could do was stare at the half-open door, because my mind was still trapped between the memories forcing their way back into my head and the reality unfolding in front of me too fast for me to catc

AlanI stared at Matt, waiting for him to laugh, to tell me that this was another scare tactic, another twisted manipulation designed to force me into trusting the people who had already stolen everything from me, but he did not laugh, and the silence that followed my question was worse than any answer because it confirmed that what I had said was close enough to the truth to frighten even him, and that realization hollowed something out inside me so fast that for a second I could not feel my hands.My chest tightened beneath my palm, not with pain but with pressure, a strange living pressure that pulsed from somewhere under my ribs, and the sensation was so unnatural that my stomach turned because it did not feel like an illness or an injury, it felt deliberate, rhythmic, aware, and the thought that something inside me could be moving with its own purpose made panic surge so hard through my body that I stumbled backward.“No,” I said, but the word came out weak and unsteady, because

NatashaThe moment that howl echoed through the room, every part of me went cold because the sound did not feel like something I was simply hearing, it felt like something alive moving through the air and pressing down on all of us, and the way Alan’s body reacted to it terrified me more than anything that had happened before, because the second the sound reached him he went completely still, not with relief and not with calm, but with the kind of stillness that comes when something inside a person is listening to a call stronger than anything else around them.I stared at him, barely breathing, because the pain that had been twisting his body moments before was suddenly replaced by something far more frightening, a strange unnatural calm that settled over him while his entire body remained tense as though every muscle was waiting for a command.The locked door at the far end of the room creaked open inch by inch, the heavy metal moving slowly enough to make the dread build with every

NatashaI do not know how long I stayed there on that cold, broken floor with Alan’s hand in mine, because time stopped making sense the moment his body went still, and everything around me faded into something distant and unreal, like the world had stepped back and left me alone with the weight of what had just happened, and the silence that followed felt heavier than all the noise that came before it, pressing down on me until breathing itself became something I had to force.I kept staring at his face, like if I looked away even for a second he would disappear completely, like memorizing every part of him was the only thing I had left to hold onto, and it hurt because he looked peaceful, more peaceful than I had ever seen him, and I hated that, I hated that it took him choosing death to finally be free from whatever had been tearing him apart, I hated that I could not do anything to stop him from making that choice even though I understood why he did it.“You were not supposed to l