Todos los capítulos de REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

LEAH DECKER Morning in Tombstone did not arrive gently. It came sharp. Cold. Like the land itself refused softness. The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was soreness. Not ordinary soreness. Not the kind that came from poor sleep or exhaustion. This was deeper. My muscles ached like something inside me had been pulled too tightly, stretched beyond what it understood. My arms felt heavier, my chest still held the faint pulse of whatever strange surge had connected Marten and me in the woods, and even Aria felt restless beneath my skin. Awake. Watching. Learning. I sat up slowly, wincing slightly. “Wonderful,” I muttered under my breath. Yesterday had changed something. Not just between Marten and me. Inside me. I could feel it. Like my body was no longer entirely my own. Or perhaps… Like it was finally becoming what it was always meant to be. That thought unsettled me more than I cared to admit. A knock came at the door. Three light taps. Maria. “My lady

LEAH DECKERPain had a language of its own. It was not spoken. It was not heard. It consumed. My body felt like it no longer belonged to me. Every breath came jagged and shallow, my chest tightening as though invisible chains were being pulled tighter around my ribs. Sweat soaked through my nightdress, my skin trembling beneath moonlit shadows while the room spun with violent uncertainty. Maria’s terrified footsteps echoed through the halls before vanishing. I was alone. For only a moment. Then the chamber doors burst open again. “My lady!” Maria rushed back in, this time with two trembling maids behind her. One clutched a bowl of cool water so tightly her knuckles had gone white, while the other carried thick towels bundled in her arms like shields against something far beyond her understanding. Their fear hit me almost as sharply as the remnants of pain still clawing through my body. I was no longer screaming. The storm had lessened. But it had not passed. I lay weakl

LEAH DECKERThe silence after my accusation was suffocating.The entire training ground seemed frozen beneath the weight of my words.Warriors stood motionless.Even the wind itself felt hesitant.Marten did not release my wrist immediately.His grip remained firm; not painful, but anchored, as though letting go might somehow prove me right.His golden eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my pulse stagger.I had struck something deeper than anger.Deeper than pride.I had touched truth.“You’re afraid of losing me.”The words lingered between us like an exposed wound.For one dangerous moment, I thought he might retreat behind his usual coldness.Might deny it.Might bark some cruel command to reclaim control of the situation.But Marten Holland was not a coward.And perhaps that was what made him so terrifying.Because when he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough, and far too honest.“Yes.”The single word shook me more than any roar ever had.A ripple of unease spread

MARTEN HOLLAND Pain was familiar. It had been my oldest companion long before war, long before blood oaths, and long before Leah Decker stormed into my cursed existence like a force neither heaven nor hell had prepared me for. Pain was discipline. Pain was memory. Pain was survival. But this? This was different. Fresh blood slid slowly from the cut at my chin, trailing down the side of my neck and disappearing beneath the torn remains of my training tunic. My chest bore claw marks, not from an enemy, not from battle, but from her. Leah. Even now, her unstable power had left my body ravaged. Silver-inflicted wounds stretched across my skin, deeper than ordinary injuries, slower to heal despite my bloodline’s strength. I stood in the lower combat chambers beneath the fortress, where only my highest warriors were permitted, my knuckles clenched as blood dripped from my fingers onto ancient stone. The room was silent except for heavy breathing. Mine. And theirs. Jerry stood

LEAH DECKERWe didn’t look away.I don’t know how long we stayed like that, seated side by side on cold stone, the silence between us thick and unmoving. His words still lingered in the air, heavy and undeniable, pressing into my thoughts like something that refused to be ignored.You terrify me.It should have made me feel powerful.Instead, it made me feel exposed.Because I didn’t understand myself either.And somehow, that made everything worse.Marten’s presence beside me felt different now. Not just dominant or commanding. Not just the cursed Alpha who had bound me to a deal written in blood.Something had shifted.Something quieter.Something more dangerous.His hand moved before I realized it.Slow.Deliberate.It came to rest beneath my chin.My breath hitched, but I didn’t move.Didn’t pull away.Didn’t lean in.I simply sat there as his fingers tilted my face toward him.His touch was rough, calloused from years of war and violence, yet there was a strange care in the way he