All Chapters of I Reject You, Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Returning What's Yours

(Clara's POV)I didn't know why I'd asked that question.Maybe because I'd never had a father, and my mother had died right in front of me. He was the only person I had left in this world.The Moon Goddess had chosen him as my fated mate — if not even the Goddess's will could hold someone, then what in this world was there left to believe in?Maybe it was because of what Vanessa had said.She'd been quiet since awakening, but the moment I'd pulled the Tears of the Moon Goddess from the ground and raised them to my lips, she spoke."Clara, the healing light inside you — that golden power — it can cure the feral sickness."My hand had stopped."Do you know why Damien agreed to the alliance with Red Moon? Because Red Moon controls the mineral deposits that produce the feral sickness cure. But if your bloodline can do the same thing, he won't need that marriage.""You've never had a father. You lost your mother. You've been alone for so long. Now the Moon Goddess has given you a mate — can

Mistress

(Clara's POV)Those words shut my brain down for three full seconds.Disbelief and the faintest flicker of hope crashed against each other inside my skull.What did he just say? He'd go public with us? Did he actually care about me? Was he going to acknowledge me as his fated mate in front of the entire pack?"Would that work?" Damien pressed his lips against the shell of my ear, his voice dropping low, laced with something intimate and teasing. "My little princess?"Little princess.Heat flooded my face.That name — it was the most private thing between us. Something he only whispered in bed.Two years ago, on one of those late nights, he'd had me pinned beneath him, sweat tracing the lines of his muscles and falling onto my collarbone.When I was too spent to lift a single finger, he'd kissed my lips with that impossibly gentle voice and called me "little princess."My heart hammered out of control.Damien bent down, scooped me up, and strode out of the forest.Wendy, left standing a

The Black Hound

(Damien's POV)Clara's voice was calm. That calm made something in my chest seize.If she'd been screaming at me, demanding answers, fighting — I could have told myself she was just trying to get my attention.But she wasn't. Her stillness made one thing brutally clear: she truly intended to leave me.I kept thinking about the question she'd asked. Do you love me?Why do women always ask that?What even is love? A word? An action? Something she needed me to perform in a specific way?I'd given her three years of the best life I could provide. I taught her to fight, put her in charge of pack affairs, trusted her with our most classified intelligence.No one in all of Black Moon had ever been given that. No one except me. Wasn't that enough? What more did she want?I didn't understand.The only time in my life I'd tried to understand the word "love" was when I was seven.That year, my father gave me a black hound pup. Pure black coat, gold eyes, barely two months old, shorter than my for

The Truth

(Damien's POV)I hadn't expected this. In three years, the Clara who'd been obedient, compliant, who'd never pushed back on anything — her will was this unyielding.She refused to stay as my mistress. She would rather swallow lethal poison and end it all than remain by my side.She'd lost her mind.Panic and desperation shattered my composure. "If you dare leave, I'll have Jennie thrown into the silver cells!"Jennie was a war orphan.Three years ago, during a patrol of the southern outpost, we'd run into a small-scale rogue skirmish. After the fighting, Clara found her in the rubble — a girl so thin her bones jutted out, curled up beneath a dead adult, eyes wide, silent.Clara froze the instant she saw Jennie. I knew what she was thinking. She was seeing herself. Parentless. Alone. Huddled next to a corpse.That was the first time Clara ever asked me for anything.In three years, she'd never once asked. Whatever I told her to do, she did. No complaints. No bargaining.But that day she

House Arrest

(Damien's POV)"Forcing the break would destroy us both."Clara stared at me, her expression unreadable. I kept going—she needed to understand."For an ordinary wolf, severing a mate bond is already excruciating. But I'm not an ordinary wolf, Clara. I'm a Moon Goddess–blessed Alpha—the backlash during severance would be magnified tenfold."I held her gaze, making sure every word landed."The Black Moon Pack was built on strength. We look stable on the surface, but there are still plenty of threats lurking underneath. Silas may have been banished, but his loyalists are still operating in the shadows. The entire Northern Alliance holds together because of my fighting power alone. If I'm critically weakened during the bond severance, our entire defense line collapses."The color drained from Clara's face, bit by bit."If you don't believe me, we can have the witch verify it."The moment the words left my mouth, I watched her face—those blank eyes slowly sharpened, coming back into focus.

Uninvited Guests

(Clara's POV)The handmaid's scream echoed through the entire villa.She collapsed to the floor clutching her face, one cheek swollen beyond recognition, blood trailing from the corner of her mouth down her chin. My palm was still tingling—a full-force strike from an Alliance warrior. A few broken teeth would've been getting off easy.Heels clattered down the staircase. Wendy came rushing from the second floor, calling out, "What happened—"She saw the handmaid on the ground. Then she saw me, standing exactly where I was.Wendy took a step forward, as if to pull us apart. But then she met my eyes—and froze. Feet nailed to the floor, every layer of her mask shattering at once, leaving nothing but raw fear underneath.I knew what I looked like right now—red rimming my eyes, breathing ragged, my whole body trembling. Not from fear. From rage. Three years I'd endured every humiliation, every false accusation, every assassination attempt, every betrayal—but there was one line no one got to

The Deal

(Clara's POV)When the storage room door was shoved open from outside, I assumed it was another guard.But the person who burst in was a girl in black training gear—no, not a girl anymore.She was a full head taller than the last time I'd seen her. Broader shoulders, a harder jawline, muscle definition clearly visible beneath her sleeves.High ponytail, skin tanned a healthy golden-brown from training under the sun, and she walked like she owned the ground beneath her.Jennie.She stood in the doorway, chest heaving—she'd run here.Her eyes swept over the cramped storage room behind me—the cot, the metal locker, the basin of half-melted ice water on the table, and the Moon Goddess thorns streaked with blood—then landed on my fingers, white and cracked from soaking.Her expression changed."Clara." She crouched in front of me, voice pressed low. "What happened to you?"I looked at her. A year apart, and she was no longer the scrawny wolf pup cowering in the rubble.She was the top recru

The Hunting Grounds

(Clara's POV)All I needed was one person who'd genuinely choose me, and I'd be free.But first, I had to move freely—only then could I find someone willing to make that choice.Jennie could help, but only temporarily.Wendy wouldn't lift a finger—she'd be thrilled to watch me rot in here. The Red Moon Elder was out of the question—they feared Damien and wouldn't cross Black Moon's Alpha over an Omega.Damien ruled this pack. Everyone needed his permission to breathe.So, ironically—to escape him, I first had to please him.Late at night. I closed my eyes and reached out through the mind-link.*Are you busy?*Two seconds of silence on the other end. Then his voice came through—a note of surprise, and something he couldn't quite hide. Pleasure.*What, miss me?*I knew he was just teasing. Like petting a small animal—pat its head, scratch its chin, see how it reacts.But my face burned anyway.Damn it.*…A little.*A low laugh rumbled through the link.*I knew it.* His voice softened. *T

The Mermaid Princess

(Clara's POV)I didn't know how to explain things to Kalen, so I played it light and changed the subject, hoping to get us both out of there."No." I turned to Kalen, lowering my voice. "Hey, have you been to that restaurant outside the pack? I heard they just added a new dessert that boosts wolf physiology—made from frost flower root from the Black Forest. I've been dying to try it. Want to go?"Kalen glanced at me, then at Damien behind us. He clearly read the deflection for what it was. He nodded."What are you two talking about?" Damien's voice cut in. He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Kalen before landing on my face. "Discussing pack intel?""I'm asking someone out for dessert.""Dessert?" His brow furrowed, eyes flicking between Kalen and me. "Just dessert—and you need to lean in that close?"He was being ridiculous."Alpha," I kept my tone as even as I could, "we were discussing hunting routes before, and now we're making dinner plans. Neither violates any pack rule—inc

Late Night

(Clara's POV)I jumped down from the window frame and quickly smoothed out my dress. The library's reading area had been rearranged—tables and chairs pushed against the walls, a long conference table set in the center, draped with banners bearing the crests of Black Moon and another pack. An event venue.I shouldn't have been caught here."You haven't told me your name." The young man stood rooted to the spot, the book in his hand long forgotten, eyes bright as stars."I need to go." I turned back toward the window."Wait—will I see you again?" He took two steps after me, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and shyness. "I just arrived at Black Moon. I don't know anyone. You're the first person I've…"Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a middle-aged man's voice. "Ryan."Ryan flashed me a smile—open, sunny, completely unguarded. "I have to go. Hope to see you again, mermaid princess."He turned and headed for the door, steps light.I didn't think twice about it. My mind was

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