Todos os capítulos de Rejected and Pregnant with Alpha Twins: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

~Selene’s POV~I don't sleep.I lie on my side of the bed — our bed — and stare at the ceiling while Caden's side remains cold and untouched. I heard him leave again at midnight, the front door closing with a finality that vibrated through the walls.I don't ask myself where he went.I already know.By the time the grey light of morning creeps under the curtains, I have cried precisely once — a single, ugly sob that I pressed into the pillow and suffocated before it could grow into something I couldn't contain.I am not going to fall apart. I have a life depending on me now.I sit up and reach for the clinic report on the nightstand, turning it over in my hands.Dr. Noel had called me back this morning before I'd even had a chance to breathe. An earlier message, timestamped at six forty-two a.m., asking me to come in as soon as I could.Don't panic, her message had read. Just come see me.Those three words from a doctor are never reassuring.I dress quickly. Something plain — dark tro

~Selene’s POV~The rejection is scheduled for nine o'clock.I know because Caden's message at six in the morning is clinical and precise, as if he is confirming a conference call.Pack Hall, third floor, nine a.m. Come alone.My mother reads the message over my shoulder and says nothing. She presses a warm cup of tea into my hands instead, and that silence is more comforting than any words she could offer.I dress carefully.Not for him. I need to be clear about that. Not for the man who handed me divorce papers over the dinner table I had spent hours making beautiful. Not for the Alpha who let Vivienne Cole deliver his messages like he couldn't be bothered.I dress for myself.Deep burgundy dress, fitted at the waist, falling just below the knee. My dark chestnut hair —which Caden always called the colour of autumn, on his rare, unguarded evenings — I leave down. Soft and deliberate. My eyes are clear despite the night I've just survived.I look like a Luna.Because regardless of wha

~Caden’s POV~Dawn comes in through the east-facing windows of his office in thin, pale strips.He has not moved.The chair is the same chair he sat in when Rhys left. The folder is still open on the desk in front of him, the single page inside it facing upward, the words legible from where he sits without needing to lean forward. He has read it enough times that he no longer needs to read it at all.Twin gestation. Fourteen weeks. High-risk classification. Maternal health stable. Fetal heartbeats strong.The candle he keeps on the corner of his desk for late nights has burned itself down to nothing. He doesn't remember watching it go.He thinks about the rejection ceremony instead. The third floor. Nine in the morning. The formal cadence of words he'd rehearsed until they sat in his mouth like something inert and manageable, and then the moment he'd spoken them, the moment the bond had actually broken, and the sound she almost made.Almost.He had caught her arm. He remembers the wei

~Selene’s POV~The ceiling is unfamiliar.That is the first thing. The particular angle of the light coming through curtains that hang differently than the ones I have woken to for three years, the texture of a plaster ceiling that belongs to no one I know, the absence of the sound the Manor made in the mornings — that specific creak of old stone settling into the cold.I lie still and take inventory.The room is small and clean. A single window faces east, which explains the light. The mattress is adequate. The pillow smells of commercial laundering and nothing else, which is its own relief — no trace of anything I am trying to put distance between myself and. On the nightstand: the velvet box, placed there last night by my own hand before I slept, so it would be the first thing I saw.It is.I look at it for a moment.Then I sit up.---The physical inventory takes longer than I would like.My iron levels mean the sitting-up is a two-stage process, pause, wait for the light-headedn