All Chapters of Rejected by the Alphas Claimed by the King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tatiana’s POVNobody moved.The guy with the phone still had it up, the little red light blinking like it was mocking me.My whole body went cold."Turn that off," Deus said, his voice dropping into something dangerous. I had never heard him sound like that before."Why?" The guy laughed, lowering the phone just a little, but not turning it off. "Nothing wrong with a little school romance, right?""Marcus." Deus stepped forward, and the two behind Marcus actually flinched back a step. "I said turn it off.""Relax, man." Marcus finally locked the screen, but he didn't hand it over. "We were just looking for you. Coach wants everyone at the ice field in ten minutes.""Then go," Deus said flatly.The other two were already grinning at each other like they had just won something bigger than a hockey match."So, this is why you have been skipping practice," One of them, a tall guy I didn't know the name of, said, tilting his head at me. "Didn't think you had it in you, Deus. Sneaking off w

Tatiana’s POVI woke up already regretting it.Not just the crying. Not just falling apart in front of Deus Veyra of all people, like he hadn't spent the last several months making my life a living hell.I regretted how much I told him and worse, lying there staring at the ceiling with the girls still snoring around me, I regretted how much I still wanted to tell him.That scared me more than anything else.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and forced myself to think straight.Deus had resources, access, and a father who apparently knew something about my mother too.But Deus was also engaged and had a text message from someone threatening to expose us. He had every reason in the world to use whatever I told him against me the second it stopped being convenient.I needed to know if I could actually trust him so I decided to test him.I got dressed slowly, running the plan over in my head.A small detail, something false and specific enough that if it came back to me through Veronica, or thro

Veronica’s POVThree crumpled pieces of paper sat in the small trash bin beside my desk before I even managed to get through the first paragraph.Too obvious. My mother would see straight through it in half a second and ask why her daughter sounded like she wanted to strangle someone instead of like she was hurting.I needed her to see hurting.I set my pen down and stared at the blank page for a long moment, forcing myself to think the way my mother had taught me since I was old enough to hold a pen properly, and never write what you feel only write what gets you what you want.What I felt was rage, hot and constant, curling under my skin every time I thought about that locked classroom.What I wanted was simpler…. I wanted the girl gone.Not hurt, not humiliated, though I wouldn't have minded either of those. Gone and removed from the equation entirely, so cleanly that Deus wouldn't even have the chance to keep chasing a ghost once she was no longer standing in front of him.I picke

TATIANA'S POVI almost didn't recognize her.Mrs. Veriland was standing in the academy's visitor hall, hands twisted together in front of her, wearing a coat I had never seen before. Thick wool, a deep navy color, the kind of coat that cost more than everything else in her closet combined.She didn't look up when I walked in."Mrs. Veriland?" I said, my voice coming out smaller than I meant it to.She flinched slightly at my voice, finally lifting her eyes to meet mine, but only for a second before they dropped back to the floor.That alone told me something was wrong.She had never once looked away from me, not when I cried after my first week of bullying at this academy. Not when I called her sobbing after Draven's public humiliation. She always looked me straight in the eye, no matter how hard the conversation was."Tatiana," she said finally, her voice tight. "Sit down, please."I sat, slowly, my stomach already twisting with a dread I couldn't name yet."What's wrong," I asked. "

CARLOS POVI heard the word before I heard her name."Withdrawal," One of the administrators said to another, passing me in the hallway without even slowing down, papers tucked under her arm. "Effective immediately, apparently. Shame, really. Bright girl."I froze.There was only one girl in this academy anyone would call bright and mean it as a warning sign instead of a compliment.I didn't even think. I just turned and followed the administrator down the hall, my heart already pounding in a way that had nothing to do with exercise."Excuse me," I said, catching up to her. "Withdrawal? Who are you talking about?"She glanced at me, clearly recognizing my last name from the way her posture straightened slightly."I'm not really at liberty to discuss student matters," she said carefully."Was it Tatiana Veriland?" I pressed, ignoring the warning in her tone completely.Her silence was answer enough.I didn't wait for anything else. I turned and started walking fast, then faster, cuttin