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Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Forty-Eight Sheila’s POV Strength comes from unexpected travails. Mine has been a mixup of bad, worse and ugly. The good times seem on a long journey far from reach. The silver mark on my elbow Salina pointed out to be a minor accident incurred when I was born wasn’t a mistake. She lied to me. She fabricated her truths and made me live in lies. She created a false story surrounding my true birth and now I’m slowly picking the pieces while finding the parts I ought to be. The path that I am of royal blood, the lost daughter of an Alpha- and the one to lead her people to freedom. Nothing was a mistake. Fate has been playing all along. Realizing my identity and root wasn’t of White Peak Mountain but of Firesword Pack the defunct pack that was raided, and its people enslaved. Salina knew I wasn’t of slave blood but was the Princess of the Firesword Pack, she knew destiny led me into the arms of Tagon, but sh
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Forty Nine Sheila’s POV “So he was your mate all this while and you failed to tell me?” “I’m sorry if it seemed that way but he refused to acknowledge I was his mate or wanted anything to do with me. He wanted a rejection at first but so far he’s more understanding and doesn’t speak of it.” She muttered shyly, turning pink from head to toe. “I feel Beta Felix is a really good man and the rebuttal might be due to trauma he faced in the past.” “I think so too he has a soft and sweet side when he’s not acting wound up and overworking himself. But I feel he’s keeping something to himself.”she chewed on her bottom lip. “Why do you think so?” “He had fruits, lots of food sent to his chambers and while he was away overseeing the new building under construction the plates were returned to the kitchen empty. The tray with fruits came back empty as well. Don’t you see that strange?” “That’s strange.” I chip in. She conti
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty Sheila’s POV The festival began at the early hours of the morning kings from their respective Packs were present feasting, chatting and forming new connections. I hid away in a corner with my head bent slightly, sat on my knees hoping to get a peek from a distance. I was farther from the hall so most of the images came out blurred, there was so little my eyes could do from the distance, but the loud noises, and conversations were not unnoticed. But Tagon. A familiar masculine build, handsome straight face and an immaculate white apparel flowing to the ground in a bulky wave. Hitched breath. Blood pounding in my veins. A thousand years can go by and I won’t be able to stop myself from craving him deeply, remembering his masculine musky scent or the way he tastes ravishing and addictive. A minute spent with him feels true there’s no better moment than in his presence and in as much as I want him too
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-One Sheila’s POV Hurting. Tagon seemed distressed. If being apart from me hurts him so much why is he incessantly ignoring me no matter how I try to convince him? Is his forced proximity with her a ploy? But still I can’t disregard the pain I saw in his eyes. When he hurts I hurt most why can’t he realize being apart from each other is blantant torture. Our happiness lies in each other’s love.Pushing the thoughts ruminating in my mind I observed the emptiness the room is entirely vacant as I peer with careful eyes, and heightened tension tumbling in my veins. Biting down on my tongue lightly I made my way to him walking in low, slow steps and glad the soldiers were on leave when I got to his door and found it vacant. Pushing the heavy doors open my eyes popped sharply by seeing the amount of havoc that has occurred which was carried out by one ma
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Sheila’s POV Chapter Fifty-Two Is this the After-life? I feel nothing but floating through thin air. Blinding light infiltrating my eyes became so harsh, and unavoidable my body burned on fire I felt suffocated, and screamed.. A sharp sob racked my throat. An upheaving cough emanated from my chest. My eyes slowly peered from its orbits, the light burning my eyes. I saw myself in a strange room. My limbs felt so impossible to move a little, muscles were sore with scrapes on my knees, arms, and a pain on my lower abdomen. I feebly sit up while gawking at the room except for a white table. The room is devoid of furniture but the bed, a mirror and a closed window. The last thing I remembered was drowning in the river with Tagon calling out to me. Where is Tagon? The pain and headaches is a sign that this isn’t the afterlife, but did he play a part in saving my life? He doesn’t love me, he said it h
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-Three Sheila’s POV Healing proved more difficult than I envisaged, the scraps got infected and the shared space didn’t make things any easier but my friend held it down. Each day I thank the heavens for her wonderful knowledge on healing herbs. Her antidotes even though proved slow but effective. The scars from the stones and sharp objects at the bottom of the river that struck out my skin has greatly reduced. The headache was relieved, and the sharp pain in my ribs the first few days I joined the rowdy quarters. I feel more sick from being exposed to more infections from a weak immune system. Diana did most of my work, and on few occasions I tried to keep up my weak body proved otherwise so I let her I felt new to feeling indebted to anyone. “We kissed at his chambers and he gave me a special gift.” She almost screamed excitedly showing off a beautiful gold necklace with two broken hearts
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-Four Sheila’s POV My hunch was right all along the slimy, grimy, hog planned this unfortunate incident. Her desperate attempts to clench the throne to be Luna wasn’t forthcoming, so she devised this sinister plan. “How can you do this? Don’t you have a heart?!” “The heart he shattered? He broke it so..” she clicks her tongue triumphantly. “I have done everything today’s your doomsday.” she smiled. “How the mighty has fallen don’t be scared we don’t bite,” Santiago walks in his arrogant smirk plastered on his face. With a shove he sent me falling to the ground hitting my head on a Little rock. Ouch that hurts a lot I whimper gritting my teeth against the other moaning back the pain. “Lock her up in the cage!” She dismisses. “Tagon!” A scream erupted in my throat, tears spilling once again as I managed to glance at his body. His skin turned the whitest pale. I prayed silently that he
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Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-Five Note; Alpha Tagon’s pov is coming after a year of hibernation (Deep sleep) Tagon’s POV (i) The room titling I peer from my lashes, the darkness tugging with gripping strings to take me under. The last thing I remembered was slipping into unconsciousness after the ghastly blow from the beast. My bad I was in my feelings not to take precautions the only thing ringing in my head was to save her- my lover and Luna. The infectious injury could have killed any Alpha but not an Alpha of my rank. It did leave me weak and pale but my body can regenerate and wash off its poison during hibernation. But can I forget the blithering pain? The claws of death fighting to make me it's prisoner but in spite of it I defeated its jaws and came back for my love. How long have I been asleep? My feet stumbled to the floor pushing the thick covers sideways, my feet felt
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Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Four Sheila’s POV I sat on a saddled white horse and we rode far into the night and early dawn. Tagon split the guards into four sections one to the east, west, north and south while two others accompanied us as we stayed neutralIn the midst. The area is agog with rogues and thieves.Rosalia noticed the trail and escaped into the seven hills which is a dreaded location. Rosalia to have hidden here she thought it impossible for us to come, and if that isn’t the case she must have played a dangerous game to get us trapped, and possibly killed by the rogues who run amok in these areas. Tagon got off his horse and I followed suit walking closely behind him. “Follow my lead and be observant. I think we are led on a trap.” He muttered slowly, his eyes interrogating the entire area with hawkish gazes. “But there are no houses around here so where could she be hiding?” “That hut, mete
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Three Sheila’s POV Time seemed to move in slow motion till it was time to present the young Prince to the guests. My son’s nanny was sent to bring him forth, but when she returned she did without him. She looked fidgeting, her eyes clouded in tears, her body shaking out of fright. A realization hit me. Hope I’m wrong and it’s nothing. “Where's my son?” I screamed. “He… he is gone.” Her eyes fell to the ground. Tagon interjected, “Gone? To where?” “He isn’t in his baby cot and the shawl is lost. He has been kidnapped.” She burst into tears. An echo banged in my chest. “Ni…ko…”Tagon springs up hurrying to Nikolai’s room. The world tends to tilt with large voices screaming but so out of it I was knocked out, my eyes closing in on me. Next I felt my body placed on a bed, a hand wrapped around mine fingers caressing softly. I knew who the hands belonged to. My eye
Alpha's Rejected Slave Rosalia POV
Alpha's Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Two. (Rosalia’s Bonus Chapter) The prince is born. The smiles and pleasure on their faces as they held onto one another. Their joy is evident. Their happiness pricks my skin, stings badly like a venom eating out the very fiber of life in its prey. Every little hair on my skin itches with disgust. I stood hidden behind my veil with fixated eyes on the new parents who were enthralled with each other, they could barely keep hands off one another, a burning sting spread across my chest, reaching my tongue. Tastes metallic, cold, bitter and dirt. Bile forms in my stomach. My eyes took a quick glance on the hidden bulge of my stomach thanks to the bulky costume. As customary a week after the Prince’s birth a wide feast is to be held in his honor and people were invited to grace the ceremony. What better opportunity if not to seize the moment up close with my enemies- Tagon included. He
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-One Sheila’s POV “Our baby is so handsome. He has your eyes but my hair. He stole your cheekbones but got my smile…” Tagon smiles widely, chatting a thousand and one things I couldn’t keep up with. My eyes tired with dark circles, my lips bloated with burning sting, an occurrence after biting on them wailing during childbirth hours. My child came earlier than predicted and to my astonishment a baby boy was born, the next in line of his father. Diana was here hours ago but left to be with her husband after showering gifts, and words of encouragement she too couldn’t get away from the baby.A smile crept up on my chin and lips.The first time after her (Rosalia) disappearance we could feel a semblance of genuine happiness, and calm. Days after she left it felt like an eerie shadow followed us wherever we went, no matter how protected or hidden we were. We felt her presence like a dark shadow hauli
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy Sheila’s POV “Rosalia escaped.” The cut edge tone, the way it fell from his lips the second I walked into our chamber and met him mopping the floor in thoughts of agitation sprinting from every pores in his skin radiating with tension and anger. The silence that follows I could hear my heart beat thumping loudly in my chest. What! “The baby. Our baby is in danger. She isn’t right in the head to cater to herself and her condition.” Tears coursing my tear duct, worry tugging in my chest. How would she cope outside in the wild, cold and without food and safe warm shelter? What would happen to the child she’s carrying, exposing it to risks? Any moment a few weeks to come she might deliver the healer has marked me due in a week time and our pregnancies aren’t far apart. I tried my hardest to get information from the maids Tagon instructed in her welfare, and they kept on narrating how her bump
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's Pov
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Nine Sheila’s POV Dragging my over inflated stomach to my most intimate place as I sat on the wooden bench, legs crossed, hands resting on my bump and eyes gazing at the new blossoming plants and the sweet smell of dew. The smell of the garden blooming took more of my attention unbeknownst someone was also in the garden until I felt a tap on my shoulder and to my greatest disbelief the intruder happened to be Diana who was smiling from ear to ear. I engulfed her into a hug not minding my ever growing large bump protesting the tight hug. “My Queen, your beauty is radiating, stealing the spotlight off the flowers that you seem enamored of.” Fidelis stood down from being Beta and took for himself a land where he worked to start his family with Diana. Tagon seems unsettled to forgive him, but I catch a glimpse of him staring into thin space in thoughts thinking about h
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Eight Sheila’s POV The tears came crashing down slowly to an extent my dress was soaked with tears, and low sobs filled the room. The journal fell off my weak grip as a tore sob rang deep within. My heritage has been a lie. The journal content documented where I was picked up, my family, and who they were. According to the journal and the content written by Salina. My original birth mother was the Luna of a defunct Pack and my father an Alpha, who befriended king Asyrian. Unbeknownst to him Asyrian has dubious intentions to steal and make himself wealthy through greedy schemes. He hacked my father to death and locked my mother in a dungeon as she was already pregnant for my father and was a few weeks due to deliver. My mother then Luna pleaded to her right hand and most trusted servant, Salina, to take the baby as hers and protect it. That night she delivered a
Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Seven Tagon’s Pov “My lord she’s growing paler and paler and she has refused food, and assistance. Her clothes are soiled and she’s unflinching in the filth she’s in.” “How long has she been without food and care?” “Three weeks my lord.” He replied tentatively. Simply nod. Rosalia has made it her mission to ruin herself and take me with her to hell. Her unrealistic intentions and revenge to hurt herself are not mindful of the life in her womb. Motherhood is to make her soft, and remorseful but what can I say she never had it in her to think of anyone above herself. The child is a means to an end, its conception meant her dominance, and plot to win a heart that isn’t hers and a throne she wasn’t meant to claim. I pushed through the long corridors, heading to the cell where she was kept in a separate cell from the rest of the dungeon. The cell was equipped with a bed, two mattresses, warmth,
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Six Sheila’s POV Blood. So much blood. My lips tasted of blood, fingers covered in dried blood, blood flowed out and in me. I smelled of blood, and breathed blood. My vision was covered in darkness but the little conscious thought strolled behind. “Hurry, she's bleeding…” That voice again. I feel strange hands taking me off, placing me on a soft mattress, pulling my blood drenched clothes and performing acts of cleaning, plus different foreign things I couldn’t make them to be and as time flew my consciousness was totally knocked off. How long has it been, when I felt my being? Consciousness slowly grips back to base, pulling me out of the ditch. My fingers trembled, my lips swollen and stinged of dehydration. It took every aura in my soul to tear an eyelid open. The scent of orchid, and other herbal plants burning in the room whipped my nostrils pun
