All Chapters of His Rejected Plus-Sized Secret Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LiamIt’s been days since I sent Elma out of the pack and turned my back against her in front of everyone despite having an intimate moment with her and for everytime her name crosses my mind the only thing I say to myself is hope she is fine wherever she is.I remembered watching her walk away in chains, and somehow the celebration around me feels louder than it should, like the whole pack is trying to drown something out."To Alpha Liam!" someone shouted, raising a horn of ale."To Alpha Liam!" the crowd echoed.I lifted my own cup and drank, but the cheer sounded far away, like it was happening to someone else, in some other hall, to some other man who deserved it.‘You're adjusting, I told myself.’ ‘That's all this is.’It wasn't all this was, and some part of me already knew it."You're not eating," Belinda said beside me at breakfast the next morning, her voice sounded as if she was trying to tease me. "Are you even listening to me? I was just telling you about the flowers for t

ELMA.I wasn't asleep.I hadn't been asleep for several minutes, not since I felt the book lift gently off my chest, not since I felt the blanket settle back over my shoulder with a care I hadn't expected from him, not since his fingers brushed my skin and I felt him go still beside the bed.I held my breath so tight and kept my eyes closed. Something in my mind told me that whatever this was, it would vanish the moment he knew I was awake to witness it.I heard him murmur something low under his breath, it was too low for my ears to catch the words, and then I heard him leave, the door easing shut, the lock clicking into place behind him.Only then did I let my eyes open.I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my heart beating too fast for someone who was supposed to be asleep.He'd tucked the blanket around me.He'd moved through this room like I was something worth being cared for. I didn't understand it nor understand him. One moment he was cold enough to hate me so bad

XANDER.“You taste so good but it wouldn't be right that I get to devour all of you in one sitting?” I spoke my words into her mouth before removing my lips from hers. I watched her starstruck for a while and when she was about to say something a loud knock was heard pounding on the door. I hurriedly pulled my pants up and swiftly went over to the door knob just to have a sneak peak to know what was going on behind the door. I glanced back at the bed and was surprised to see her sitting up fast, the blanket clutched to her chest, eyes wide. She was trying not to look afraid. "Stay here," I said, already reaching for my shirt. "Don't open this door for anyone but me.""What's happening?""Stay in my chambers until I return." I didn't wait for her to argue. I was already moving.Two guards fell into step behind me as I stormed down the corridor, “What's the update?”"The rogue prisoner, my King. He's demanding to speak."I didn't slow my pace and walked with them to the dungeon. Get

Xander. I kept drowning myself by internalizing my thoughts into my head as I kept on pacing back and forth round the pack house. I was skeptical about walking back into the door to have a calm conversation with her but I had just proven to her that I would rather walk out on her than to stay back and have such a discussion with her. “Fuck!” I yelled at the top of my voice, pouching and slamming my fist repeatedly on the wall, “You need to outgrow this version of you Xander and act like a man for crying out loud.” I said to myself as I spat out the saliva I had been holding in my mouth for a while now. I paused midway with the way I had repeatedly slammed my fist on the wall and took a deep sigh of relief. The voice of the servants trying to convince Camila might be the mastermind behind all of these kept aching so hard in the left part of my chest. ‘What if she was the one behind all of these?’ a voice in my head spoke out loud. ‘But, what if she is being used as bait? Don't you

Xander.Derrick gave me a perplexed look as he wasn't expecting me to ask him such a question out of the blue.“Where is this question coming from your majesty?” His hands began fidgeting, his feet kept stomping on the ground waiting for me to answer his question. “That isn't the answer to the question I just asked, Derrick.” I licked the side of my lips that were dried and doubled up my question, “I am asking you again for the second time, where were you the night my brother died?”Derrick froze in shock and I couldn't place it if he was shocked that I was asking him something related to my brother's death or I was indirectly pointing an accusatory finger at him. "My King?" His voice came out a half-second too late."It's a simple question, Derrick. There is no need to beat around the bush. " I said, keeping my own voice level, unreadable. "Just answer the damn question I asked earlier and stop making it look like an issue when there isn’t one." My hands snapped up in the air making