Todos los capítulos de REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

LEAH DECKERThe room stayed quiet long after Marten left. I could still hear the fading sound of his boots against the stone hallway outside my chambers, steady and heavy until even that disappeared into silence.Yet somehow, his presence remained.In the warmth lingering inside the room.In the rose resting carefully in my hands.In the thoughts I could not seem to push away no matter how hard I tried.I leaned back slowly against the pillows, staring at the flower while the candles flickered softly around me.The scent of roses still clung faintly to the air.Fresh.Alive.Almost impossible.My fingers brushed lightly across the petals again.Alpha blood.Healing.Mate bonds.Ancient histories.Everything around me lately sounded like stories elders once whispered beside sacred fires. Stories I never fully believed until now.And the worst part?None of it felt fake anymore.I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled.Marten and I had spoken for a while before he finally left my chambers.

LEAH DECKERSleep did not come easily to me that night.I stayed awake for a long time after Maria dimmed the candles and left my chambers. The room smelled faintly of roses from the flower Marten had given me. It sat near the window exactly where he had placed it days ago, untouched, still alive in ways no ordinary flower should have been.Outside, Tombstone was quieter than usual.But quiet never truly meant peace here.I could still hear distant footsteps from patrol guards below my chambers. Wolves moved constantly around the territory now. Since the attacks began, security had tightened even further. Even in my room, I could feel the tension spreading through the pack like smoke.I turned slowly beneath the blankets and stared toward the ceiling.My mind refused to settle.Tim.Oakwood.My dream.The witch.The prophecy.Marten.Everything tangled together until I could barely separate one thought from another anymore.Aria remained silent inside me for once.That worried me most.

LEAH DECKERThe training grounds were quieter than usual that evening.No warriors sparred against one another.No sounds of steel clashing echoed across Tombstone.Even the air itself felt calmer after the fire that destroyed my chambers the previous night.But the silence did not ease me.It reminded me too much of the dream.Too much of the Moon Goddess.Too much of the future I could not stop seeing every time I closed my eyes.I walked slowly across the stone path leading toward the northern clearing where Marten usually trained alone. My new chambers had been guarded heavily throughout the day, and though no one openly admitted it, I could feel how differently the wolves looked at me now.Some lowered their heads when I passed.Some avoided my eyes entirely.Others stared at me with fear disguised as respect.The woman inside the fire.That was what they whispered now.I hated it.Because I did not feel powerful.I felt hunted.And tired.Very tired.The forest breeze brushed sof

TIM HOUSTONI sat upright on the edge of my bedchamber long before sunrise, staring into the darkness while the silence inside my chest disturbed me more than agony ever had. I strangely did not feel the deep pain of the broken mate bond. It became so mild. My chest was no longer Streckung me like it would reap open again. I just had sizzles and mild shocks.For months, Leah’s absence had lived in me like an open wound. Every breath carried her memory. Every night came with the same sharp ache clawing through my ribs whenever the broken mate bond stirred.It had driven me mad.There were nights I could not sleep.Nights I drank until dawn.Nights I heard her voice in the walls of Oakwood.Nights I thought I saw her standing outside the palace windows before realizing it was only my guilt taking shape.But now, Nothing.No pain. No pull.No heaviness. No crack inside my chest begging for her.I looked down at my hands slowly. Cold. Still. Empty.The realization unsettled me deeply.Mate

LEAH DECKERThe strange thing about peace was that it never warned you before disappearing.For three days, Tombstone had been quiet.No attacks. No strange creatures lurking beyond the borders. No bloodstained warriors returning from patrol. Even the skies above the northern mountains looked calmer, the violent red haze fainted into colder shades of silver and blue. It should have comforted me. Instead, it unsettled me deeply because my life had become too dangerous for silence to mean safety.I stood outside the western balcony of my new chambers that evening, staring down at the forests beneath Tombstone’s cliffs while cold wind brushed against my face. The kingdom beneath me moved with its usual rhythm. Warriors trained in the lower fields. Maids crossed the courtyards carrying baskets of herbs and linens. Children of lower-ranked wolves chased each other through the stone walkways while older women prepared evening fires beneath the outer shelters.From afar, Tombstone almost look