All Chapters of The Alpha Who Rejected.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Two months.It had been two months since Nyssa was dragged into The Stormveil Pack, hairmatted with forest dirt, half-dead from a blow to the head she still sometimes feltin her sleep. Two months of rags traded for a maid's uniform, of dark rooms anddinner trays, of a mate who rejected her before she'd even learned his nameproperly.Two months, and she was still here.Still alive, at least.She rose before the sun, as she always did now, the routine so deeply carved intoher that her body no longer needed reminding. Fruit basket first. She dressedquickly, grabbed the same bowl she'd used countless mornings before, and madeher way out into the compound where the air still carried the chill of night.Aella was already waiting by the gate."You're late." She teased, falling into step beside Nyssa as they made their waytoward the trees."I was beginning to think the Alpha finally worked you to death.""Not yet." Nyssa managed a small laugh."Give him time.""Two months, and he s

Morning came slow into the Alpha's chamber, sunlight spilling lazy across thesheets where Thalia lay awake long before he stirred beside her.She hadn't slept, not really.He hadn't called her closer the way he usually did. Instead, he'd simply held her,one arm slung loose over her waist, and fallen asleep like a man with nothing on hismind at all.Nothing.That was the problem.Thalia turned onto her side, studying the sharp line of his jaw, the maddening peaceon his face no matter what storm sat in her own chest. She traced a finger along hisarm and watched his eyes flutter open."Good morning." She said softly."Morning." He mumbled, pulling her closer without thinking."You're up early.""I couldn't sleep."That got his attention. He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at herproperly, brows drawing together."Why not?"She could tell him the truth. But the words sat heavy in her throat.wouldn't settle." She said instead, which wasn't entirely a lie."My m

Three months had passed since the announcement, and The Silvermoon Pack hadsettled, mostly, into its new shape.Emilia sat at her dressing table, admiring the way the morning light caught thejewels her father had gifted her the week before.A Princess deserved beautiful things, he'd said, pressing the box into her handswith a smile that made her chest swell with pride.She should have been happy.Mostly, she was.But there was something small and persistent sitting beneath the satisfaction thesedays, something she couldn't quite name, no matter how many times she toldherself it meant nothing."My lady." A maid entered without knocking, carrying a tray of breakfast.morning.""Good"Good morning." Emilia replied, barely glancing up from the mirror."Set it there."The maid did as told, though Emilia noticed her eyes flick toward the windowbefore she left, quick and nervous, the kind of glance that had begun to meansomething to Emilia lately. Small hesitations. Averted eyes.

In the dream, the hallway was longer than she remembered.Emilia walked it barefoot, the marble cold beneath her feet, torches flickering alongwalls that stretched further than any hallway in The Silvermoon Pack had any rightto stretch. She called out, though her voice made no sound, swallowed whole bythe silence pressing in from every side. Her own breathing seemed impossibly loudin the quiet, the only proof she still existed in whatever place this was.At the end of the hallway stood a door.She knew, somehow, without being told, that Nyssa waited behind it.Her hand reached for the handle, though her feet refused to carry her closer, rootedto the marble as though the floor itself had decided she'd gone far enough. Thedoor creaked open on its own, revealing nothing but darkness inside - the samedarkness, she realized with a lurch in her chest, that the guards had describedfinding in that forest. No blood. No torn clothing. Nothing at all."Nyssa?" She finally managed, her voi

“I don't know what to do, Father.”“What do you mean you don't know what to do?” Her father watched her from thedoor of the closet.“You can't give up a man - not yet. There's never going to be thatpoint, not with me here.”Thalia looked at her father.The tears she's been hiding for many days, gathered around her eyes.“You don'tunderstand. I know what I heard - he was with her in that garden. Alone. They mayhave done something. Something I just do not know about. I haven't had a goodsleep since that night, you know.”“It does not matter what those two may have going on.” Her father shunned her.“What matters is his love for you and I know you know of it. They're meant to clash,have moments even. But you should always be in the middle of it, Thalia. This isgoing to serve as a distraction, mm?” He smiled, leaving his daughter confusedabout what there was to smile about.“Talk to me, Child.”“I have nothing to tell you, Father.”“You don't?”“No, Father. Not at all.”They