All Chapters of The Rejected plump omega becomes his obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111Mia"Slow down, Maeve, I can't understand you," I said, walking from one end of Sloane's living room to the other with the phone pressed so hard against my ear it hurt. "Say it again. Slower.""Dad went home for lunch." Maeve's voice was shaking so badly the words came out in pieces. "He does it on Tuesdays, you know he does, he likes her soup. The front door was open. Not unlocked, open, Mia, all the way, like somebody walked out and didn't bother to close it. Her car's in the driveway. Her purse is on the kitchen counter with her wallet still in it. Her keys are on the hook.""Okay. Okay. What about her phone?""Gone. It's the only thing that's gone. Dad's been calling it over and over and it just rings and rings and then goes to voicemail."I stopped walking. I was standing right next to the wall where I'd almost thrown Sloane's mug an hour ago, and I stared at the spot like it might tell me something."Did he call the enforcers?""Rowan called Teresa. They're on their

Chapter 113Rowan"Everybody inside," Teresa said, already turning toward the door. "Kitchen. Now. I'm not playing a voicemail on a front lawn with half the street watching through their curtains."She was right about the street. Across the road an old man was standing at his mailbox pretending to sort letters he'd clearly sorted ten minutes ago, and two houses down a woman in a bathrobe had come out onto her porch with a coffee cup and wasn't even pretending. That's the thing about a pack neighborhood. Four enforcer cars in a driveway on a weekday afternoon and every single person on the block knows something is wrong before you've even said a word.Mia was still standing on the walkway holding her phone out toward Maeve like an offering. Maeve hadn't taken it. She was looking at it like it might bite her."Come on," I said quietly, and put my hand on the small of Maeve's back. She let me turn her around. She walked up the steps past her father without looking at him.Mr. Carter stoo

Chapter 115Rowan"Show me," I said, pushing the front door open before I'd even decided to. "The envelopes. Do you still have them?"I'd been standing on the other side of that door the whole time, right where Maeve had told me to stay, with my hand on the knob and my forehead almost touching the wood. The door was old and thin, and Mr. Carter's voice had come through it clearly enough that I'd heard every word. The vending machines. The cash. The letters. My grandfather's face on the front page of the paper. And then the last thing, the thing that made my stomach turn over: a different handwriting on the front.Maeve looked up at me from the step. Her face was white, and her hands were pressed flat against the cold concrete on either side of her like she was holding the house down. Mia was still in the doorway behind me, crying without making any sound, and Mr. Carter didn't even look surprised that I'd been listening. He just looked tired, like a man who'd been carrying something h

Chapter 117Rowan"Dad?"It was the only word I had. It came out of me small and cracked, like I was eight years old again and had woken up from a nightmare and gone looking for him down the long dark hallway of this same house. I stood at the bottom of those stone stairs with Maeve in front of me and her mother strapped into a chair under a single hanging bulb, and I looked at the man sitting on the edge of that iron bed, and every part of my brain was trying to make him into somebody else.He looked at me the way you'd look at a dog that had been hit by a car. Sorry for me. Almost kind."Sit down, son," my father said. "You're going to want to sit down for this."I didn't move. I didn't think I could have moved if I'd wanted to. Maeve was standing so close in front of me that her shoulder was against my chest, and I could feel her breathing, fast and shallow, and I could feel how badly she wanted to run to her mother, and how she wasn't doing it because of Holloway's hand resting on

Chapter 119MaeveThe gun never went off where he was pointing it, because my mother moved first.I didn't see her decide to do it. One second she was sitting in that heavy wooden chair with her eyes squeezed shut and the barrel pressed into her hair, and the next she'd thrown her whole body sideways as hard as she could, straps and all. The chair tipped up onto two legs and went over, crashing straight into Holloway's knees, and he made a startled sound and stumbled backward. His arm flew up. The gun went off so loud in that little stone room that it felt like somebody had clapped their hands right against my ears, and the bullet hit the ceiling somewhere above the hanging bulb, and dust and little chips of stone came raining down on all of us.Rowan was moving before the dust even started falling.I'd seen him hit people on the ice. I'd seen him go after Zayne in a hotel room in London and Ronan on a lodge floor. I had never seen him move like this. He crossed the room in two steps