Todos los capítulos de REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

MARTEN HOLLANDAfter she left, I didn’t move.I stood there longer than I should have, longer than any Alpha ever should watching the space she had just occupied like it still belonged to her.It did.That was the problem.My jaw tightened as I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand across my chest where the pain had struck earlier. The ache was still there, dull now, but lingering. It wasn’t the kind of pain I feared. A servant hurriedly brought a chair for me and urged me to sit “Alpha, please sir” He said trembling.I looked at his meek and humble face. He faced down. I shifted slightly and bent over to sit.I was valiant inside but I still felt unsettled, what unsettled me wasn’t the wound.It was her.The way she had rushed to me.The way her hands had held me like I mattered.The way she had looked at me, not with fear, not with hatred… but something else.Something I didn’t have a name for.And that made it worse.I turned sharply, pacing the length of my yard, trying to shake the fee

LEAH DECKERMarten kept silent that night as I poured out myself in every word I spoke out of bruised emotion, hurt and pain, he left walking away as soon as I was done yelling my hurts. I stayed indoors for the next two days. It felt so quiet and peaceful but I didn’t feel myself. He didn’t send for me to train with, neither did he come visiting. I knew he was giving me time to heal from my pain.I decided to take a stroll on the third day, and Tombstone no longer felt like a pack recovering from tension. I read the room, I knew no one else but Marten had given a decree on my behalf, “It was a preparation for any possible attack.”It felt like a kingdom preparing for bloodshed.The air itself had changed.Every corridor buzzed with movement. Warriors marched through the stone pathways at all hours of the day, carrying weapons, maps, armor, and messages from the borders. The training grounds no longer echoed with ordinary sparring but with brutal combat drills that left men bleeding i

LEAH DECKERThe first time it happened, I thought I was losing my mind.I woke suddenly in the middle of the night, gasping for breath as rage slammed into my chest like it belonged to me. It was raw, primal, a storm of fury that made my vision blur red at the edges. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my hands clenched the sheets so tightly the fabric tore. But it wasn’t mine. I could feel it; male, violent, and wild. Marten."Arrgh..." I groaned in pain sitting upright immediately, sweat cooling on my skin in the chill night air of the stone chamber. The emotion disappeared almost as quickly as it came, leaving me shaken and confused, my wolf stirring uneasily beneath my skin.“What was that?” I whispered into the darkness.Aria stirred quietly inside me, her ancient presence brushing against my thoughts like cool mist. "Him."I frowned, pressing a hand to my sternum where the echo of fury still lingered. “What do you mean him?”But she went silent again, retreating into the shado

LEAH DECKERTraining was supposed to help me control my powers.Instead, it unleashed something worse.The courtyard was crowded that morning. Tombstone warriors circled around the training grounds while Marten stood opposite me with folded arms. The sun hung high overhead, casting harsh light across the packed dirt arena where countless battles had been fought and won. Dust hung in the air from earlier sparring sessions, mixing with the sharp scent of sweat and oiled leather. The warriors watched in tense silence, their faces a mixture of curiosity and caution. They had seen me train before, but never like this, never with the full weight of my unstable silver energy on display. I was getting better and learning my powers faster.“Again,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.Sweat rolled down my skin as I struggled to steady my breathing. My tunic clung to my back, damp and restrictive. Every muscle burned from the repeated efforts, and my lungs felt

LEAH DECKERBlood dripped from my body down my legs, I was frighted and scared. It dripped connecting like wires through a current to a craved image carved of stone. It’s eyes like silver pointing like lasers scattered around the void. Elder Kael called it a blood ritual. I scanned my body of any bruises, sores or wounds, but couldn’t find anything. It was mysterious. I began panicking and panting. My breath doubled.“Oh no, I don’t want this…Marten take me out of here.” I shouted.He looked keen to save me, sweat pores building in his face. “Elder! Remove her from your spell. She doesn’t need to go through all this suffering. She wasn’t too well before she came out.” He pleaded, the eager yearn to save my life written in his star gleaming eyes. He ceanched his fists. His wolf had stirred in him. Marten lacked patience to subdue himself when he wanted something, but this was Elder Kael and he respected his spiritual hierarchy.“Relax, it is only but a ritual to fortify her. The gods h