All Chapters of The Rejected plump omega becomes his obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91RowanThe first thing I remembered when I woke up was her hand, not Maeve’s, my mother’s, the way it had pressed flat against my chest in that car right before the gunshot, and I was halfway out of the bed with the IV ripping out of my arm before I even knew what I was doing or where I was going.My ribs screamed the second I stood up. I grabbed the rail of the bed and waited for the room to stop tilting, which took longer than I wanted, and when it finally settled I saw the blood running down the inside of my elbow from where the needle had come out and I didn’t care about it at all. A nurse had told me, sometime in the fog, while I was still half under. I remembered her face leaning over me, careful and sorry, and her voice saying she was very sorry but the woman who came in with me didn’t make it. I remembered trying to ask where Maeve was and my mouth not working. Then nothing. Then this.I found a pair of hospital socks on the chair and didn’t bother with them. I walke

Chapter 93MaeveThe first thing I knew for sure was that somebody had put something in my IV, because I’m a nurse and I know what it feels like when a sedative hits, that warm heavy slide that starts in your arm and climbs up into your chest, and I knew this one was wrong because nobody had told me it was coming.The second thing I knew was that the ceiling was moving.It wasn’t the ceiling. It was me. I was lying flat on a bed with the rails up and somebody was pushing it down a hallway fast, and the lights overhead kept sliding past one after another, and when I tried to turn my head it took a full year to do it.“She’s waking up,” a voice said. A woman. Not a nurse I knew.“She’s not supposed to wake up for another hour,” another voice said, and every muscle in my body went cold at once, because I knew that one. I’d sat across a restaurant table from that voice before London and listened to it tell me terrible things about the man I loved.Ronan.He leaned over the bed so I could

Chapter 95MaeveI knew that bracelet the second it caught the firelight, because I’d worn it on my wrist every day from the time I was seven years old until the night I pulled it off in front of the whole kingdom and set it down on a stone altar with my hands shaking and Zayne telling everyone I was too heavy to lift.The Priestess held it out in her open palm like it weighed a hundred pounds.“Where did you get that?” I said. My voice came out raw and small, and I hated it, because I wanted to sound like the woman who’d just closed my sister’s head wound with my bare hand, not like a girl in a blanket who couldn’t stand up.“From the altar,” the Priestess said quietly. She didn’t look at me when she said it. She looked at the floor. “I keep every bracelet that’s returned. It’s tradition.”“She’s very good at tradition,” Ronan said. “That’s why she’s here.”Rowan hadn’t moved from the doorway. He had the registry in one hand and his other hand pressed flat against his side, and his f

Chapter 97MaeveRowan didn’t say a word after he hung up the phone. He just sat on the edge of that bed in the back room of the lodge with the phone still in his hand, staring at the wall like it owed him money, and I lay there with the blanket pulled up to my chin waiting for him to explode, because that’s what Rowan does, he explodes, and then he fixes things with his hands.He didn’t explode.“Rowan.”“Annulled,” he said. “She’s saying my mother’s marriage was annulled before I was born.”“Was it?”“I don’t know.” He laughed, short and ugly. “Apparently I don’t know anything. I didn’t know her name until yesterday.”I sat up. My stomach should have hurt and it didn’t, not even a little, and that still felt so wrong that I kept touching the thin pink line on my side like it might open up again if I stopped checking. “Then we go find out. We go to the pack hall and we look at whatever this woman is holding, and we make her prove it.”“You just shifted for the first time in your life

Chapter 99MaeveRowan drove me to my parents’ house without asking where I wanted to go, which was good, because if he’d asked I would have said anywhere else, and he would have listened, and I would have spent the whole night wondering what I’d been too scared to find out.“You don’t have to come in,” I said when he pulled up to the curb.“I know.”“My mom is going to be weird. She’s always weird around you. She thinks you’re too good for the family.”“Your mom thinks I’m too good for you,” he said. “I heard her say it at the festival last year. She was standing behind me in the drinks line.”I stared at him. “You never told me that.”“You never asked.” He turned off the engine. “I’m coming in.”The house looked the same as it always did. Same blue shutters, same crooked mailbox Dad kept saying he’d fix, same wind chime on the porch that Mia broke when we were twelve and never got replaced. I’d lived here for twenty two years before I moved into my own little apartment, and I’d spen