All Chapters of Rejected and Reclaimed (The Alpha’s regret) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Angela felt fury boiling through her veins as she shoved him hard, as if his touch burned her skin. “You are the most obnoxious man I have ever seen in my life, Gideon Woodbead. I am no wife of yours, Just leave me alone and go back from where you came.” She sneered at him with a hard glare. How easily He demanded, as if her years of suffering meant nothing. Something twisted inside Gideon at the sight of her burning gaze. His eyes sharpened seeing something unusual. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the hazel, until a strange light green flickered within them. His frown deepened as He held her face again. “They’re not brown…” he muttered under his breath, unease prickling his instincts. The last time He checked, his wife had hazel orbs. So what changed? Had something inside her awakened? He knew enough, few offspring of supernatural bloodlines often carried dormant abilities, powers that surfaced only after a trigger. Or certain age. Angela pressed her lips tightly, anger su

Gideon pulled his car to a slow halt near the quiet residential area where Angela lived in an apartment near the Silvermoon pack territory. Wrath had been restless the entire time, urging him, demanding him to go to her.Something was wrong. And Gideon knew better than to ignore that instinct. His wolf never pushed without reason.The urge to see Angela clawed through his veins like fire.“Alpha, the lights turned off after ten. We assume Ms. Clampitt has retired for the night. We’ve secured the perimeter. All clear.” One of his bodyguards reported him through the mind link.Gideon hummed in acknowledgment, his sharp gaze fixed on the darkened building.If she had slept, then it was the perfect time. Otherwise, his stubborn little wife would greet him with tears, curses, and that infuriating defiance that both enraged and captivated him.Angela laid beside Axel, her body curled protectively toward the small figure tucked safely under the duvet. Moonlight streamed through the window, c

“Gideon….” Angela shrieked, rushing to him and catching his elbow before spinning him toward her. Gideon halted, turning his narrowed m gaze down at her with clear annoyance. She moistened her lips nervously and parted them, hesitating. “It’s really late. You shouldn’t have come here. There is no man in the room. And....” Gideon lifted a sharp brow, observing how tightly she clung to his arm with both hands, almost desperately. It was the first time she had touched him willingly. A strange thrill shot through him, his wolf practically purring in satisfaction as He tilted his head, studying her tensed state. The worry was evident on her face, her heart racing wildly as she held him back. Slowly, He turned fully toward her. “And?” He wanted to hear her reason, wanted to understand why she was so desperate to stop him from going near that figure. Angela looked up at him, momentarily forgetting her half-clad state, blinking blankly as if words had abandoned her entirely. Gid

“Pardon me?” Angela blinked her eyes at him. “You heard me perfectly. You are assigned under me which means you stay with me, work beside me, and learn directly from me. I will personally ensure you understand how things function… in my way.”His silver, stormy eyes held something dark beneath them, something that made Angela suddenly aware of herself. His twisted words unsettled her. The silence was broken when her phone rang. She reached for it, but Gideon spoke again.“And for that we have one month to complete this project. The same one month you have to decide how you will come back to me.”Angela’s hand froze mid-air. Slowly, she turned to look at him.“I am granting you one month, Angela Woodbead. Return to me of your own will or force me to claim what is already mine. The decision is entirely yours.”He said it so casually as if He were discussing the weather.Angela placed her phone back on the desk and stepped closer to him, her eyes blazing.“Do you even hear yourself? I

Angela rested the cup of hot black coffee on his desk with a soft thud and stepped back. Gideon didn’t even spare her a glance. He was on the phone, speaking in that low, controlled tone that always carried authority and indifference. She knew that tone. He wasn’t busy. He was dragging this out. To punish her. For that one mistake. For leaving work that day. A whole week. A whole week of endless tasks, impossible demands, and this ridiculous torture of making coffee over and over again like she was nothing more than a servant. She flared her nose in anger. Gideon finally picked up the cup, taking a slow sip as if He had all the time in the world. Angela watched him from the corner of her eye in anticipation. “Change!” Angela’s fingers curled into fists.This was the eighth cup. Eighth. Her mind screamed at her to grab that cup and pour it straight over his perfectly styled head and watch the arrogance drip off him along with the coffee. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Sile