Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Plump Mate, Now Wanted: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

DamianWhen Dad announced that bombshell, I went completely still. Every single nerve in my body settled… not in a calming, peaceful way, but in that sharp, unsettling, ‘I never imagined it would turn out like this’ kind of way.Truthfully, I had always known something of this nature would eventually happen. A time would come when Darkshade would finally be split into two again, just like it originally had been from the very beginning, long before Dad made the decision to merge both territories under one rule when he took charge of them.It had always been easier that way, ruling from a single standpoint rather than stretching authority across divided directions while still maintaining the same level of precision and control. But even with that, I knew one thing for certain, he would never want us fighting over positions. And by right, I was the one entitled to rule as the first son.Still, I wouldn’t have minded if he divided the pack lands back to their original structure. I wouldn’

LiamI rounded the corner and was now standing in front of Dad's chamber. I exhaled sharply, forcing some calm into myself as I pushed the door open.The room came alive in a wash of enormous golden light that shimmered across every corner of the space, some of it streaming in through the tall windows while the rest poured from the grand chandelier suspended just beneath the ceiling.Dad’s room was massive, one of the largest in the house. Furnished with an expansive bed, a private study area tucked to the side, towering bookshelves lined with volumes of both ancient and modern histories, and a washroom and minibar stretching out along the opposite end. Altogether, it held a complete, luxurious ambiance where one could study, think, and strategize effortlessly, without lifting a finger or stressing over the packhouse.The moment I stepped in, my instincts sharpened. My gaze locked onto Dad in the study area. From a distance, it looked like he was going through a document I couldn’t qu

But like always, that wrath, raw consuming hatred, those lingering pictures of her from five years ago, and then the image of Damian standing up for her earlier, with his arms wrapped around that rounded waist, replaced whatever feelings or worth her presence might have stirred within me. My brows furrowed deeply as I took a few slow, deliberate steps closer to her, and that was when I noticed something… off. Something strange in her composure.Was she… resisting now?She didn’t flinch, didn’t tremble, didn’t bow her head like she always did at every summon, or whenever I stood this close to her.And worse, those rounded hazel eyes were locked onto mine the entire time. Bold. Steady. Unrelenting in a way that scraped against my nerves.It unsettled me.Something should break that resolve. Something should shatter that strength and send her crumbling back to where she belonged, on her knees… just like before.‘Don’t do that.’‘You’re only making her hate us more instead of winning her

AuroraAs I stepped out of my room and made my way toward the kitchen to assist with whatever was needed for the day, I couldn't help but feel the uneasy tension in the air.At first, it didn’t truly register, didn’t quite pull at my awareness, until I felt it, those same eyes, trailing over me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore.I halted mid-step, my breath hitching, and made the worst mistake of lifting my gaze toward the upper part of the building, toward the second floor, exactly where my instincts had been urging me to look, where that fresh, wild scent was spilling from.And there he was.Damian.Standing still, unmoving, his arms tucked deep into his pockets, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. Yet the moment his eyes locked onto mine, something flickered within them, something quick, sharp, and unsettling.But I looked away just in time and forced my feet to move, continuing forward with hurried steps, eager to disappear from sight as I made my way toward the kitche

Damian I know Liam is my brother, my kid brother, and I’m not even happy that this is happening between us. I’m not happy about this long-standing tension, this festering feud that refuses to die no matter how much time passes.But do I just stay calm and pretend none of it ever happened? Do I erase every single detail of that taunting, that traumatic past that mercilessly shredded pieces of my heart and left them bleeding in silence?Do I keep calm and watch him make a mess of me again… and again… and again?Shattering me in ways unimaginable?And always walking away with that cruel, satisfied look on his face like he’s won something?Does he even see me as his brother, his blood? Other than some rival Alpha he is trying to break down and disarm? And constantly looking for ways to do that?Shit.I got to my room, pacing around and poured myself a generous amount of red wine. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, spreading through my system, and I let it, welcomed it, hoping t