All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Mate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AvaThe first week proved to be very easy.The 2nd week was not.After the third week I was starting to realize how people sometimes tell other people important things.Secrets were heavy.Not in that they were evil.Because they felt they were something that they wanted to be shared.The mountain rolled around us just as it had before.The Council meetings were held all afternoon.The reports were sent to the archives every day.Patrol schedules required to be approved.Research projects were coming at an ever-increasing rate without anyone being able to keep track of them all!Life remained busy.Normal.Steady.Everything was the same on the outside.Inside, everything had.Only Milrac and I knew.That's what was weird.A web of ninety-two wolves, who knew nearly everything.But no one had gotten around to figuring it out yet.Well, I didn't think they did.But I was growing more and more uncertain about that every day.One afternoon I was in a council meeting where a discussion wa

AvaAfter several days passed we told my family.Everything went on around the mountain.Winter preparations continued.Patrol routes were modified prior to the first snow event.The archive was open for new submissions each day.The clinic was very busy.There was still more council mail than I could read and respond to.It seemed on the outside things hadn't changed.Underneath, everything had.At that very moment, I knew the secret was not a secret anymore.I came into the archive one morning with a pile of reports.Three historians were talking about catalog systems in the past.But the discussion was interrupted for a split-second.Not awkwardly.Not suspiciously.Just long enough to catch all three of them staring at me.Then they smiled.Then, they again went on with their discussion.I slowed.The network touched lightly on my mind.Warm.Amused.Fond.I narrowed my eyes.The scholars were immediately very interested in their paperwork.This was the first indication.The secon

AvaThe archive had sprung into life somehow.Not physically.Scholarly.Which was worse.Ordinary arguments were resolved at the end, at least.Research arguments can go on for days.I stumbled onto one that was in progress.Petra was by a table with papers on it.Kael was on the other side.Both looked determined.This was no good indication.A number of researchers were nearby, but were playing the role of non-participants.They were failing."You can't assume developmental adaptation will occur at the same rate," Petra said."Why not?"“There is no scientific evidence.”There are very few data available."Exactly."Kael pointed dramatically.Petra looked unimpressed.I didn't know if Petra had ever been impressed by something in her life.Vessa was seated at the table's head.Watching.Waiting.Looking increasingly tired.Eryn sat down next to her and looked over papers.Completely calm.He seemed to have become accustomed to academic turmoil after three centuries of archiving.I

AvaSnow drifted up to the observatory windows.Slow.Quiet.It had snowed for the first time this season sometime during the afternoon.As the sun had set over Valley Creek.The mountain seemed to be softer under the white.Calmer.I stood outside Evelyn's door for a while, not sure how to start the conversation.Which was ridiculous.I had encountered rogue wolves.Council investigations.Gregory.Cyprus.I had lived through experiences that I thought would have shattered me.But saying I was pregnant to my mother was harder than all of them.Perhaps because this was more important.I finally knocked.A few seconds later her voice could be heard through the door."Come in."I opened it.Evelyn was seated in a chair by the window, holding a book in her hands.She looked up when I came in.Her face changed as soon as.Not alarm.Not concern.Recognition.The type found only among mothers and daughters.I then shut the door after me.“You already know that something is wrong.”A faint

AvaThe mountain was covered with snow outside the windows of the research wing.Outside the window it was silent.Peaceful.Still.There was no peacefulness in the research wing inside.Papers were used on nearly every available surface.Medical reports.Council records.Trade manifests.Research notes.Half-completed calculations.I didn't remember to eat the remains of three different meals, and neither did Vessa.It was already quite late, well into the night.The majority of Valley Creek was sleeping.The network evokes softness in the minds.Patrol teams on night shift.A couple of late-night scholars working in the archive.Milrac could have left the reports till tomorrow, but he was reviewing them below.All the others were sufficiently intelligent to go to bed.Sadly, Vessa and I were trying to solve a mystery.This meant that sleep was optional.I was at one of the bigger tables, a stack of fertility studies before me.My eyes hurt.My neck hurt.After four hours, my writing