Chapter 31

Scarlett's POV "I have a job to do," I replied, my voice flat.The man let out a sharp, mocking laugh, leaning over the counter to invade my personal space. "A job? You call this a job? Playing waitress to a bunch of Otmys while you pine for a mate who doesn't want you? It’s pathetic, really. You’re a hybrid, a mistake of nature, and you actually thought you were worthy of an Alpha’s mark."My grip tightened on the rag. The words stung, slicing through the fragile layer of composure I had spent all morning building. I felt the familiar prickle of inadequacy rising in my chest, the voice in the back of my mind whispering that he was right."Look at you," he continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "Trembling. You can barely hold a cloth. You’re a liability, I. A broken, rejected little thing. You’re lucky Arlo even lets you breathe the same air as him. You’re nothing more than a smudge on the pack’s reputation."I stopped scrubbing. I looked up, my eyes meeting his. For a moment, t

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Chapter 32

Scarlett's POV The silence of my apartment was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic scritch scratch of packing tape being pulled across cardboard. The space, which had once felt like a sanctuary, now felt like a mausoleum for the life I was leaving behind. Every item I touched carried a memory, and every memory felt like a weight I could no longer carry.I looked around the small living room. My bookshelf, once filled with rare grimoires and worn novels, was half empty. I had already listed my vintage record player and several pieces of jewelry on the local community boards. The money wasn't much, but every cent was earmarked for the debt collectors. I wanted to leave this town with a clean slate, or as clean as a rejected hybrid could manage. I didn't want the ghosts of my financial failures to follow me across the border.As I folded a sweater, my hands trembled. The physical decline the healer had warned me about was becoming harder to mask. My joints felt stiff, and a persistent,

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Chapter 33

Scarlett's POV The taste of cheap bourbon and desperation was still thick on my tongue as I pressed my lips against his. For a second, the world narrowed down to the scent of pine and cold rain, the heat of his body, and the agonizing, electric pull of a bond that he had spent months trying to kill. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, rhythmic thrum that mirrored my own.Arlo stiffened, his entire frame locking up as if I’d shocked him. He didn't kiss me back, he didn't even move. He just stood there, frozen, while I clung to him like a drowning woman clutching a piece of driftwood."Stop it, Scarlett," he rasped, his voice a low growl of warning.He shoved me back, not violently, but with enough force to break the spell. I stumbled, my heels catching on the edge of a cardboard box, and I nearly fell. I looked up at him, my vision swimming, my heart aching with a void so deep it felt like a physical wound. The alcohol hadn't numbed the pain, it had only stri

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Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Rejected Hybrid : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 33

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33