All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

“Are you sure we can't call the Pack doctor, something must be going on.” Luciano insisted. “I don't really think we should call the doctor, I mean I'm all right I don't feel like I'm in pain or anything.” I said walking back. “Wow so this doesn't scare you at all, you look weary, please let's just call the doctor, I'm sure it won't take more than 30 minutes to examine.” Luciano said. “Are we really gonna drag this, alright fine, call the doctor.” I gave in knowing that if I take the conversation any longer I'd still give in. So why bother.“Just wait here, let me send for him. Just rest a bit. I'm sure you're tired, if you need anything tell one of the boys to attend to you, I'll be right back.”He said this and left for about 45 minutes, He probably went to get the doctor or he had did something else to do.I couldn't rest like he said I should I just stood beside the window and gazed at the estate staring as the night breeze blew the flowers back and forth. It was beautiful.

I went back into my room.Shortly, Luciano came back.I wanted to pretend like I didn't hear anything but what was the point. The moment the door shut behind him,I opened my eyes.I didn't want to pretend anymore.“Enjoying the show?”My voice came out louder than I intended.Luciano froze. I caught him off guard.Then his expression hardened.“You’re awake.”I let out a bitter laugh as I pushed myself up on the bed, ignoring the ache in my body.“Very observant.”His silver eyes narrowed slightly, studying me the way one studies something unfamiliar.The way he stared at me set something off inside me.“Don’t,” I snapped.His brows drew together. “Don’t what?”“Look at me like that.” My voice rose. “Like I’m some kind of… experiment.”There was silence between us.Luciano took a step closer. “Roslyn”“No.”My words were firm this time.I pushed my legs off the bed, forcing myself to stand. My knees weren't really strong slightly, but I didn’t let it show.“I heard everything,” I s

“I’m not telling you.”“No?”My voice came out quiet at first.Like it was fragile.“I’m not accepting that.”Luciano didn’t react immediately. He stood there.He stood there watching me trying to predict what I would do next.“You don’t get to decide that,” I continued, louder now. “You don’t get to stand there and act like you’re protecting me while keeping me in the dark.”“I’m not”“Yes, you are!” I snapped, cutting him off.“Roslyn”“No,” I said again, shaking my head. “No more of that. No more half-truths, no more silence, no more ‘you’re not ready’ excuses.”I stepped closer to him this time.“If there’s something about me that’s dangerous, something that could hurt people, then I deserve to know,” I said, my voice was steady. “Because whether you like it or not… I’m the one living with it.”His jaw clenched.I didn’t back down.“Tell me the truth, Luciano.”For a long moment, he said nothing.“You’re pushing for something you don’t fully understand,” he said finally.“Then he

Somewhere in another part of the world.It was far from the false peace Luciano had clung to.Here, power was not inherited.It was taken. It was ripped from the throats of those too weak to hold it and I had taken mine.I stood at the center of my war hall, unmoving, my hands clasped behind my back as I stared at the map carved into the table before me. Territories marked in blood. Borders redrawn through war.I had built everything I had brick by brick.Everything had been earned. Every inch of it had cost lives.“Do you remember,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the stillness, “what this land looked like before I took it?”No one answered.They weren't meant to. They knew better.Slowly, I lifted my gaze, scanning the warriors stationed along the edges of the hall. None of them met my eyes.There was movement near the far entrance that caught my attention.I didn’t turn.But I knew who to expect.“My Alpha,” his voice came, low.He stepped forward before dropping to one k

I moved towards the outer edge of the territory, and then a scent hit me.Blood.It was sharp. And it had this metallic smell. It was fresh.I froze for half a second. I didn't want to accept what was in my mind.No. No, no, noI forced myself forward.Warriors stood gathered in a wide circle, their backs tense, No one spoke.It was like they were guarding something.“Move,” I said, my voice quieter than I expected.Their heads turned. And when they saw me, they have way.I stepped in and then I saw him.Marcus.Or at least what was left of him.My stomach twisted violently.He lay just beyond the boundary line, his body half-hidden in the tall grass. His clothes were torn, soaked in dark, drying blood. Deep gashes of blood ran across his chest and arms, jagged and brutal, like he had been ripped apart rather than simply attacked.His eyes were wide open. He was ripped apart.A silent breath left my lips when I stumbled back slightly.This wasn’t just any kind of kill. It was slau