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Alpha's Rejected Slave Alpha Tagon's Pov
Alphas Rejected slave Chapter Sixteen (Alpha Tagon’s POV continues)The sight before me sent a knife through my heart cutting deeply that I felt it split into two with the raging buzz in my blood. Darkness covered my eyes and my ears grew thin. Lying carelessly on the floor almost dead was Sheila, her face was covered in blood, sticky blood that has turned dark, her usual glowing skin has now turned pale. Another line like zig zags formed in her back recklessly. I raised a finger touching it and with the light grunt that escaped her lips I knew it was whip marks. Goddamnit! “What has she done?” An inaudible question left my lips and my voice turned shaky. Her back was covered with brutal bruises.Without wasting more time I picked her from the floor carefully not to touch her injuries and with a hard breath took her out of the stinky dungeon.Next few minutes I arrived at the healing quarters running into the hall with pandemonium. My cons
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Diana's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventeen (Diana’s POV) Tears slid down my cheek staining my dress as my body formed into a ball while seated outside of the healing chambers. It was very late and if the guards find me here they’ll harshly send me away but I don’t care. I couldn’t sleep, despite the cool weather and the gentle blow of the breeze. “It’s all my fault.” A sudden cry breaks from my chest. Sheila has been the nicest person around. Nobody ever cared to know about my story or what my dreams are but that soft spoken, charming and genuine soul spoke to me like I meant something. She spoke to me like if she had the power she’d correct all the pains and ills in my life and give me a brighter future. If I didn’t give the cursed meal I shared with her she wouldn’t be battling for her life. Everyone in the Pack Rosalia isn’t a woman to be toyed with or lest disobeyed and with the bravado that is Sheila she doesn’t cower in fe
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Alpha Tagon's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Eighteen Alpha Tagon’s PovGuards had their heads bowed before me in a dimly lit dark room of my torture chamber. Their bodies shook in trepidation with the slight movement of the gentle rustle of my apparel. “Forgive me my lord, the Head trainer commanded us to flog her to submission.” Sparrow, one of the guards among the four charlatans who flogged her into unconsciousness, spoke. “Hmmn…” I pretended to buy their excuses to make them keep going to tell me what happened. “Yes it is the truth she kept nagging, we flog and keep flogging her before smashing her head on the floor.” Another revealed to the point of tears. I raised a hand to my chin slowly caressing the visible stubbles.“Is that all?” “Yes.” they answered in terrified unison. I clapped my hands and the door came apart as two huge looking guards walked in with a wooden toolbox. A glint of dark terror flashed through their eyes in the spot the
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Diana POV
Alpha’s Rejected Mate Chapter Nineteen (Diana’s POV) I hurriedly finished tending to my share of the chores for the day and with the news of Rosalia being demoted from Head Trainer into a common nobody except for her family reputation gladdens my heart. So far things have been good as no one has sighted her shadows or perhaps the shame of losing her highly respected position must be eating at her. Great timing to sulk herself into oblivion. “No that can’t be true!” My voice broke into the room, pushing the door apart as I saw the Alpha seated knitted to the supreme Healer discussing. Tears kept rolling down my cheek. “She will wake up right? She isn’t going to die? Please tell me.” My knees buckled to the floor as my body broke into giant sobs. “Who is she?” “My lord she’s one of the slave girls you rescued five years ago and ever since she’s been hardworking. She’s the maid..” casting me a look then releases her tensed shoulders. “The maid
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty Alpha Tagon’s POV (Two week Later) My fist lost under the mighty bundle of my garment as my eyes peeked outside staring to nothing in particular hoping the noise in my head drowns down and gives way to silence. Oh.. silence I craved it more than anything. My heightened hearing sense itches, hoping for news- good news but nothing. Since I instructed the young lady to watch over Sheila, my woman there hadn’t been anything forthcoming. Her wounds were healing rapidly, much better than I envisioned, her skin glowed with the constant cleaning, attention and pamper catered to it but when it came to her…. Sheila hasn’t made any progress so far. A large grunt left my throat as I clutched my chest as the memories of her pounded my head, hitting me stronger than it has ever done in so many years. Was she slowly slipping out of my grip? Was I too hard on her and sank my wrath into her like a wolf caging it pr
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's Pov
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-One (Sheila’s POV) Darkness. A well of darkness. Lost in the sea of darkness with no one but myself floating with no sense of direction. Where was I? How long have I been stuck in here? I don’t know how long or what must have happened as I felt trapped and so cold the cold sinking deeper. A tear. Then voices. I could hear him talking to me words I couldn’t decipher or what he meant but that tear cracked the ice that kept me trapped in this cage and warmth crept back into my skin burning me up until being here felt like torture and next… My eyes squinted with a tight wince on my lips as I begrudgingly try to peel it apart and saw the unfamiliar room, the golden curtains and luxurious items spaced apart and the feel of the lushness of the pillow and mattress I laid even the material I laid in and the velvet that my skin was wrapped in. Where was this place and h
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Rosalia's Pov
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Two (Rosalia’s POV) “Get out of my way!” I snarled at the guard standing in front of the Alpha Tagon’s chamber door. He stared at me like a commoner as I tried walking in and instead of bowing his foolish head and according me the respect I deserve he had the effrontery to look me in the eye boldly. “The Alpha has not called for your presence,” He answered with a thick voice. “And so? If he didn't, what's your business about that? I have unfettered access to see the Alpha.” I barked angry at the opposition in my way. If he knew things I am capable of he’ll get out of my path before he’s crushed to dust. “He states no one, not even his Beta, has to see him without permission as he wants to be left alone. I’ll advise you to go back to your chambers and wait out till the Alpha decides to see you.” My palm connected hard to his cheek hitting him with a force that had his cheek bent
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-Three (Sheila’s Pov) Diana has kept me company for a little while introspective of the healer’s command that I get more rest but I hated the idea of lazing in a spot when for weeks I’ve never moved a muscle. The need to jump in grass, feel the lick of the sun on my skin, smell the pine of the earth and just breathe cleaner and neutral air except for the confines of the room I’ve been in since I woke up. Everything is done for me, making me feel some different kind of way. My nostrils are filled with different scents of flowers and oils followed by the dimly lit room. The sun not so much is allowed contemplating on my limitations. I didn't hear when the door of the chamber was opened and a figure was walking in my direction. Tagon? What was he doing here? “How do you feel?” He beat me to ask. “What are you doing here? Are you sad that I didn’t die like you expected or you’re
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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
