All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ava’s POVThe medical room has a chemical and cold stone smell.The light of lanterns glimmers softly on the walls, barely illuminating the dark corners of the compound. I hear movement in the distant parts of the building, it must be the network wolves securing the lower levels.Bootsteps.Doors opening.Voices kept low.There's a very quiet feeling in this room, though.The world was condensed to just one bed.One breath.One person.My mother is lying still under a thin grey blanket, smaller than I remember.Older too.Not from time.From damage.Slowly, years of suppression treatments marked her body over the years. I can view it now in ways that I couldn't see before.Her skin is whitish, almost see-through, under the light of the lantern. Black patches are under her eyes. She is breathing through her cracked lips, in short, shallow breaths.The bed is surrounded by the hum of machines.Suppression lines on both arms.I pause for a second, my body is so overpowered by the sight o

Solas’s POVIt still snows outside of the compound.Soft now.Steady.The kind that will bury tracks if left long enough.The courtyard in the interior is an enclosed area, where there is not much movement.Not since the threat has passed.Because the silence is still not to be trusted because all of this has happened too swiftly.Council wolves congregate around the outside wall, muttering among themselves. Gregory's guards are uneasy next to transport vehicles and still clenching weapons, but not sure at this moment.Fear not only halts in one direction, it also moves in the other.I stand close to the middle walkway, observing it.Seeing cracks appear in a system that lived for decades, telling people for all these years that it would not crack.The network is considered to be moving gently around the perimeter of the compound shape.Ninety-one threads.Alert.Coordinated.Ready.Not aggressive.But prepared.Always prepared now.Gregory is a few feet away and is surrounded by the

Ava’s POVValley Creek has a different feeling about itself these days.Not safer exactly.Just softer.Most of the mountainsides remain covered in snow, but the coldest temperatures have begun to subside during the afternoons. The snow is slowly melting on the stone paths now. The water is dripping steadily through the upper floors of the roof.And for the first time in a long, long time my mom has begun to live somewhere she doesn't feel controlled.I see things in her that I never saw before.Her hesitation before entering into crowded rooms as if she thinks somebody might stop her.How she apologizes for the questions she asks that are simple.Her sudden movement when the wolves come at her too quickly from behind.Over the years she has evolved into a careful individual, aware of every feeling that exists in the room.Which leaves Valley Creek rather baffling to her.The network especially.For a while, she could hardly stand it.Not under pressure or pressure from anyone. Nobody

Tara’s POVThe heavy rain falls on the mountain, reverberating through the higher halls.Not violent.Steady.Spring storms are always different in Valley Creek. Water trickles down the stone walls around the medical building, and distant thunder resonates across the cliffs below.I wake up at a time after midnight and know something is wrong.Or right.Again, pain tightens down across my stomach.Stronger this time.I lie under the blankets, very still, breathing through it while the rain falls on the windows, for a second.No.Not pain.Labor.There is a feeling of panic after the realization.Sharp.Cold.Instant.Davan awakens almost instantly beside me, before I can even speak, through the net.“Tara?”Another contraction answers for me!He brings out all his emotions in the network, making several wolves respond immediately somewhere down in the mountain.The concerns spread like ripples throughout the 91 connections.I close my eyes for a moment.“Oh no.”Davan is already sitti

Ava’s POVThe territories were in early summer.Weeks ago snow ceased covering lower parts of lower mountain slopes and the green growth is beginning to cover the valleys once more. Not only was the air different but also the whole scene.Lighter.Warmer.Less like survival.As I arrived in the Council chambers that morning, there were plenty of people around.Council members.Advisors.Record keepers.Several observers from a number of packs.The atmosphere of the room had a sort of a political sense.Careful words.Measured expressions.Polite chatting over old alliances lurking underneath.However, there was something that was different.Gregory Grey was not in the middle of it for the first time in my life.It was strange not to see him.Not because I'd rather not see him.I had worked around his absence for so many years I had never really known what it was like without him.While I sat I felt a gentle vibration below my consciousness gnawing its way through me, soft and insisten