All Chapters of The Rejected Plus-Size Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elara's POVThe world had narrowed to the space of a few dusty floorboards beneath my feet and the suffocating weight of a reputation I no longer recognized. Beyond the walls of the small cottage Elias had spirited me away to, I could still hear the echoes of the pack’s vitriol."They’re calling me a seductress, Elias," I whispered, my voice trembling as I paced the small, cramped kitchen. "They’re saying I didn't heal the betas and alphas. They’re saying I... I took them. Like I’m some kind of predator."Elias moved toward me, his presence a solid, grounding force in the dim light of the cottage. He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to still. "Look at me, Elara. Only me.""How can I? I can feel their eyes on the walls. They think I used my medicine to lure them in." I gripped his forearms, my nails digging into his skin. "I was trying to save them!""I know that. And I am going to protect you," he said, his voice dropping into a low, fierce growl that vibrated through my chest. "No ma

Elara's POVThe room was sweltering, the air thick with the scent of Elias’s arousal and the crushing weight of everything I had lost. His kiss was a lifeline, a fire that burned away the memory of Isabella’s voice and Nathan’s betrayal. I couldn't get close enough. I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against me, my hands tearing at the fabric of his tunic."Elias," I gasped against his mouth, my voice breaking with a desperate, jagged heat. "Please. I can't… I can't take this anymore. The ache—make love to me. Now. I need to feel you inside me. I need to forget everything else exists."I arched my back, pressing my chest against his, seeking the friction that would drive the shadows from my mind. I wanted him to claim me, to mark me so deeply that no palace intrigue could ever touch me again.Suddenly, the momentum stopped. Elias stiffened, his hands moving from my waist to my shoulders. With a low, pained groan, he pushed me back. It wasn't rough, but the distance f

Elara's POVThe afternoon was a blur in my head, a hazy montage of sweat, tangled sheets, and the overwhelming weight of Elias’s body against mine. All I could remember, through the fog of pleasure and the exhaustion that followed, was my own voice—raw and desperate—screaming his name as the world fractured around us. My throat felt scraped, a dull ache that reminded me of every cry I’d let escape. When I finally managed to pull myself back to reality, I turned my head on the pillow to look at him. Elias was already watching me. He was propped up slightly, his dark hair a mess against the white linen, looking down at me with an intensity that made my heart stutter. He didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my forehead. It felt like a seal, a silent promise.We lay there in a heavy, comfortable silence. No words were exchanged, but they weren't needed. I caught his gaze and held it, searching his eyes for the shadows that usually lived there,

Nathan's POVThe memory burned in the back of my throat like acid. That night at the winery—the fog of alcohol, the scent of jasmine and musk, the soft curves I had pulled against me in the dark. I had closed my eyes and whispered Elara’s name into the crook of a neck, convinced that the Goddess had finally granted me a moment of reprieve. I had truly believed it was her.The realization that it had been Isabella all along, using my grief and my clouded senses to bind me to her, made my stomach heave. It hadn’t been a miracle. It had been a trap."I am carrying the heir to Goldstone," her voice echoed in my mind, mocking and triumphant.A roar tore from my chest, raw and feral. I didn't think; I simply acted. My fist collided with the stone wall of my study with the force of a battering ram. The masonry groaned and shattered, plaster spraying outward as my knuckles sank deep into the structure. I left a jagged, gaping hole in the center of the wall, my hand throbbing with a dull, dist

Isabella's POVThe doors to my private chambers didn't just open; they slammed against the stone walls with a crack that echoed my heartbeat. I was suffocating. The air in the hallway had been thick with Elara’s smug satisfaction, but here, in my own sanctuary, the air was nothing but fuel for the fire in my blood."Useless! Incompetent, sniveling curs!" I screamed at the empty room. My hands found the tall, ornate hookah stand first. The glass base, filled with scented water, shattered against the hearth in a glorious spray of shards. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. That little bitch had looked at me with such pity, such redirected power, and all because my 'easily persuaded' omegas were too cowardly to finish a simple task.I lunged for the wardrobe, ripping the doors off their hinges with a strength fueled by pure, unadulterated rage. "All of you!" I shrieked, grabbing a gown of shimmering silk. "You were supposed to tear her apart! You were supposed to be my hands!"I gripp