All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by the Brooding Alpha CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Two weeks after Adrian’s birth, we finally move back to the penthouse.“Are you sure about this?” Catherine asks for the third time as she helps pack baby supplies. “You’re welcome to stay at the estate as long as you need.”“I appreciate that, Mom. But we need to get back to our own space. Establish some routine.” I’m trying to fold tiny onesies one-handed while holding Adrian, who refuses to be put down. “Besides, Kael needs to get back to the office at some point.“I can work remotely indefinitely,” Kael says, appearing with another box of baby gear. How did one tiny human accumulate so much stuff in two weeks?“You’ve been working remotely for two weeks. Marcus is probably ready to murder you.”‘Marcus is fine. He sends updates every four hours like I requested.”“You’re micromanaging from paternity leave.”“I’m delegating effectively.” But he’s smiling. “Fine. Maybe I can go into the office a few hours next week. If you’re comfortable being alone with Adrian.”The thought terr

Adrian is eight months old when the first real crisis hits.It’s a Tuesday morning. I’m in the kitchen making coffee-desperately needed since Adrian decided 4 AM was an acceptable wake-up time-when my phone rings. It was Alexander.“Dad? Everything okay?”“Turn on the news. Channel seven. Now.”I grab the remote, switching on the TV mounted in the kitchen. The morning news is showing footage of what looks like a pack gathering gone violent.Wolves in shifted form fighting, property destroyed, people injured.“What am I looking at?” I ask as Kael appears, drawn by the TV noise.“Silver Lake and Iron Mountain territories,” Alexander says grimly. “Alpha Marcus and Alpha Richard. The hunting rights dispute we thought was settled? It wasn’t. It escalated overnight into this.”The footage is brutal. At least a dozen wolves injured, territory borders destroyed, and from what the reporter is saying, three pack members in critical condition.“I thought they signed an agreement six months ag

Adrian’s first birthday party is chaos in the best possible way.The Moonhaven estate gardens are full of people- pack members, family, friends, and approximately a dozen toddlers running around with the single- minded energy of tiny tornadoes.Adrian is in his element, crawling at impressive speed while chasing after Marcus and Sarah’s youngest.“He’s fast,” Catherine observes, watching her grandson navigate the grass with determination.“Alexander, do you see this?”“I see our heir destroying the flower beds,”Alexander says, but he’s smiling. “Should we intervene?”“Let him explore,” I say, keeping one eye on Adrian while simultaneously greeting guests. “He’s having fun.”Kael appears with cake plates, looking harried.“Eleanor has very strong opinions about cake placement. I’ve been informed I’m doing it wrong.”“You’re putting the cake on a table. How can that be wrong?”“According to Eleanor, there’s an optimal angle for photographs. Something about lighting and background aesth

Three weeks into the investigation, Alpha Sarah Chen contacts me. heard about Richard’s complaint,” she says over the phone. “It’s bullshit, Sage. Complete bullshit.”“Tell that to the Luna council.”“I already did. I submitted testimony on your behalf Detailed account of how you mediated our dispute, how you never once used your power inappropriately, how the outcome was fair to everyone involved.” She pauses. “But I wanted to warn you-Richard is being very strategic. He’s not claiming you overtly manipulated anyone. He’s arguing it was subtle. Subconscious. That you projected emotions that nudged decisions without anyone realizing.”My stomach sinks. “That’s almost impossible to disprove.”“I know. That’s what makes it so dangerous.” She hesitates. “There’s something else. The coalition isn’t just Richard and his allies anymore. He’s been recruiting Alphas who are nervous about your power in general. Playing on their fears about the prophecy, about what it means to have a Luna this

“I’m not supposed to be working.” Dr. Vance was very clear about that when she confirmed the pregnancy two weeks ago. “You’re thirty-one now, Sage. Second pregnancies can be more complicated. I want you taking it easy, especially in the first trimester.”But “taking it easy” is relative when you’re the prophesied Luna with a mediation schedule and a five-year-old Alpha-in-training.“Mama, can we practice control exercises before school?” Adrian appears in our bedroom doorway, already dressed in his kindergarten uniform. His dark hair sticks up in every direction. Despite my attempts to tame it last night.“Come here first.” I pat the bed beside me. He climbs up, and I work on his hair with practiced fingers. “Did you brush your teeth?”“Yes. And I packed my lunch. And I remembered my homework.” He’s proud of himself. “Am I getting better at remembering things?”“Much better.” I kiss his forehead. “And yes, we can do a quick control exercise. But just one-you have school in thirty