All Chapters of Reunited Lovers:My RejectedMate Is Now A Renowned Journalist: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Charlotte's POV Sunday mornings have always been my favorite day. The reasons were there: no deadlines, no frantic phone calls from editors, no rushing through breakfast while mentally preparing questions for an interrogation. Just me, the road, and several peaceful hours before the rest of the world became noisy.I stirred up dizzily from bed as the warmth of sunlight brushed past my face. For a minute, I remained beneath the sheets, staring lazily at the ceiling. Then I turned my head toward the window.The morning outside was beautiful.The sky was a clear, pale blue, which was gradually brightening as the last traces of dawn thinned beyond the horizon. Patches of white clouds sailed lazily across it, while the rising sun cast a warm golden glow over the surrounding landscape.Beyond my window, Asheville looked almost untouched by the chaos of everyday life.A thin layer of mist hovered over the distant Blue Ridge Mountains, making their green slopes appear softer and farther away

Charlotte's POV Standing in the kitchen, I prepared to make chicken fajitas for lunch. I sliced the chicken breast into thin strips, seasoned it with chili powder, cumin, garlic, salt, and a squeeze of lime, then set it aside.Next, I turned on my smart induction hob and placed a large skillet on its smooth black surface. Once the automatic display indicated that the pan had reached the right temperature, I drizzled in some olive oil and added the chicken.While it was cooking, I turned to the vegetables. I grabbed a red bell pepper, a green bell pepper, and some shallot onion and began slicing them into smaller pieces.Just then, my phone pinged.Again.It had been going off nonstop since morning, ever since I'd run into my ex-boyfriend, Dalton Hunter, at the grocery store.At first, I ignored it.Then I turned on Do Not Disturb.But curiosity eventually got the better of me. Why had Dalton been texting me so persistently?Deactivating the setting, I watched as my screen lit up again

Charlotte's POVThe moment I stepped into the arrivals terminal at Asheville Regional Airport, I was surrounded by the familiar mix of rolling suitcases, overhead announcements, and the low murmur of travelers coming and going through the hall.Cautiously, I scanned the crowded arrival hall until I spotted a familiar brunette, standing beside several large suitcases near the baggage claim area.Melissa.She held her phone in one hand, while impatiently glancing between the digital flight board and the passengers emerging from the arrivals corridor.The instant her eyes landed on me, her entire face lit up with elation."Charlotte!" she squealed, dropping her phone onto one of her suitcases before rushing toward me.I barely had time to open my arms before she wrapped them around me in a crushing bear hug."You're finally here!" she exclaimed, squeezing me so tightly that my ribs almost protested.A tired smile tugged at my lips."Easy, Mel."I hugged her back, though my energy was now

Michaelson's POVThere was always a woman who could make even the most powerful Alpha in the world feel like a fool. And tonight, I was hanging from her apartment wall like one. Partially transformed, I remained crouched against the exterior wall of Charlotte's apartment, my claws digging into the rough concrete beneath me.Because of the active security cameras around her apartment, I had no choice but to stay hidden against the wall, while waiting for Charlotte. Moreover, I didn't want the cameras to catch me lurking around her apartment all day and raise unnecessary suspicion. Technically, I had resolved to perching on her wall after it struck nightfall.At every slightest sound, my hearing sharpened, while my eyes glowed red in the darkness of the night.I had been like this for almost three hours, waiting for her to return from wherever she'd gone. Yet, she still hasn't shown up. Meanwhile, Ryker hadn't stopped pacing inside my head since sunset.{She should be here by now.}"I

Michaelson's POV“How much longer until I can see Miss Charlotte?”Dwayne's shrill voice blared at my ears for what felt like the hundredth time this morning.I steadied my grip on the steering wheel and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. He wore a spotless white shirt tucked into navy-blue shorts, alongside white socks and shiny black shoes. His curly black hair was neatly combed back, making him look every bit like the well-groomed schoolboy he was supposed to be.“You'll see her when the time is right.”Dwayne folded his arms defiantly across his chest."But it's been days.""Oh c'mon, it's been just five days." I raised my hand, letting it fall onto my lap in exasperation."That's still a lot of days." Dwayne argued.I let out a small sigh. There was no arguing with a six-year-old who had already decided he was right.We were heading into the heart of Asheville, where the quiet roads leading to the Winter Moon Pack gradually gave way to the city's morning rush.The two-lan