All Chapters of The Rejected plump omega becomes his obsession: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101MaeveI couldn’t stop looking at my own name on that piece of paper, even after Rowan’s father folded it up and put it back in the envelope, even after we left the house and drove across town to Rowan’s apartment, even after I’d showered and put on one of Rowan’s shirts and sat down on the end of his bed. I could still see it every time I blinked. My birthday. That old slanted handwriting. And one word underlined twice.Watch.“A dead man wrote that,” Rowan said from the doorway. He was leaning on the frame with his arms crossed, watching me the way he watched me when I was taping his wrist and he could tell I was mad about something. “Harold died when you were nine. Whatever he was watching for, he’s not watching anymore.”“Somebody is.”“Maeve.”“Somebody is, Rowan. Somebody picked that lock. Somebody took the annulment out of that drawer and walked it over to Vivienne. That drawer was right next to the envelope with the list in it. They had to see it. Nobody picks a loc

Chapter 103 Maeve“You’re not going to work,” Rowan said, standing in the bedroom doorway with a cup of coffee in each hand and his hair still wet from the shower. “Somebody cut a hand off a dead man last night. You’re staying here.”“I’m going to work.”“Maeve.”“Rowan.” I finished pulling on my black scrubs and grabbed my badge off the dresser. “I’ve been gone for over a week. Dr. Sloan already left me two voicemails. If I don’t show up today, they’re going to replace me, and I fought for six years to get that job. I’m not letting a stranger with a grave shovel take that from me too.”He held out one of the coffees. I took it. He didn’t move out of the doorway.“Then I’m coming with you.”“You have practice anyway.”“Good. Then I’m coming with you and I’m staying with you.”“That’s literally the same building, genius.”“I know.” He finally stepped aside. “That’s why I like it.”We didn’t talk about the crypt on the drive. We’d talked about it until three in the morning, me and Rowa

Chapter 105Rowan“Pull everything you have on him,” I said to Phil, still staring at the frozen face on the monitor. “Every camera. Where he came in, where he went out, what he drove. All of it.”Phil was already clicking. “Give me a minute, Cap. These old systems don’t exactly fly.”Maeve was standing next to me with her arms wrapped around herself. Her hands were still pink around the nails from Adrian’s blood, and she kept rubbing her thumbs over them like she could feel something there the rest of us couldn’t.“You said he heard your dad say the name of the law office,” she said quietly. “So he’s the one who told Ronan.”“Or whoever Ronan works for.”“You think Ronan works for somebody?”“I think Ronan was in a cell when this guy skated across that ice.” I didn’t look away from the screen. “So either my brother has friends on the outside, or this guy never worked for him in the first place.”Phil found the parking lot camera. It was grainy and too far away, the kind of footage th

Chapter 107 Rowan I sat on the edge of the bed like she told me to. My hands stayed flat on the mattress, fingers digging into the old quilt because she said not to touch her until she said so. The lamp on the nightstand stayed on. She wanted it that way. She said nobody else got to see this, only her, and she was going to take her time.Maeve stood in front of me with her coat already on the floor. She looked at me for a long second, like she was checking if I was really going to listen. Then she reached for the buttons on my shirt.“Don’t move,” she said. Her voice was quiet but it had that edge it gets when she means it. “Hands stay where they are.”I nodded. My mouth felt dry.She worked the first button open slow. Then the next one. Her fingers brushed my chest and I felt every single one of them. She pushed the shirt open wider and stared at the scar that cut across my left shoulder from the lodge fight. The one that still looked angry even after it healed.“This one,” she sai

Chapter 109Mia"Did you find your way all right, Miss Carter?" Rowan's father asked, still smiling that funeral smile, his hand resting in his pocket right where he'd put the phone. "This house is a maze. My son got lost in it until he was twelve.""I found it fine," I said. "I was just leaving.""So I see." He looked past me down the hallway toward the kitchen. The door was still open, and I could hear the tap running in there, Maeve washing a mug that didn't need washing because she does that when she's trying not to cry. "Everything all right with your sister?""Everything's great.""You're a terrible liar.""I'm actually a really good liar," I said. "I'm just tired."That got a real laugh out of him, short and surprised, and somehow that made it worse. I didn't want him to laugh. I wanted to know who Holloway was to him and why he wanted the man coming through the back of his own house like a thief, and I couldn't ask either of those things without telling him exactly how much I'