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Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Two (Tagon’s POV) The moonlight made her skin glow brighter and the flimsy silky gown she wore accentuated her body shape leaving nothing to the imagination as her hard big nipples could be seen miles afar. Her hair bounced in a short bob and her back pressed to the door as her eyes glimmered with passion- and lust in the dimly lit room. “Rosalia,” She swayed her lips sexily, playing with the ropes of her gown while rolling her hips to a non playing rhythm. She flipped her hair and ran a finger into her strands making it a sexy mess. Her fingers moved to the ropes of her garments and in slow progression pulled them off her naked body and stepped out of it catching my gaze in hers with a smile as my eyes traveled the ridges of her chest, her round puckered tips the valley between her thighs, and the smell of her arousal. Her fingers drew a long line from her chest down to her womanl
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Rosalia's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty Three (Brief Rosalia’s Pov) He has no idea what my level of love can do. He thinks I don’t know what his mind is running off to tell me. He assumes my loyalty to him can’t also be an arsenal to me. He feels his burning desire for her isn’t setting me on fire. He’s keeping up an act, so I’ll do the same. I’ll act so good and vulnerable and he’ll least suspect it when my arrows come flying. I’ll do whatever it means to keep him, play the low card and definitely get my only obstacle to my future, and dreams out of the way. Sheila is living on borrowed time. I can’t wait till she breathes her last and is gone for good. Forever! All my life no man has ever made me feel weak, strong and happy like the way Tagon makes me. My body, soul and spirit is his to take and we are moulded for each other if only he can realize and see for himself. I don’t know what she must have done in
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Clarity of mind.
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Four Beta Fidelis POV Clarity of mind. Silence. The first time in my life I fought for others. My life has worked better than I’d imagined. I’d worked my entire life to be this person- The Beta of this Pack and thus far the enthusiasm to keep going has waned. Tagon has faltered and my desire has kept us driven through the odds but this past few weeks has gotten me shaken to the core foundation on my principles. Hiding the secret that has eaten me alive and will do so dead and buried in my prestigious grave. My face scrunched into a whirlpool of bitter emotions cracking the thin layer of optimism I engulfed myself in. My feet kicked at the stool in my chambers and sent it flying high to the mirror as it shattered all around the room, my fist rolled into a tight hard fist and the heavy pounding in my
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Five (Sheila’s POV) “Mother, why is our life so hard?” “Because we are at the bottom but you see my child the greatest people aren’t those who find life easy the greatest are those who overcome challenges and step to the top. So you see we may not be at the bottom forever.” She smiled, comforting my little heart. And those words stuck. Those were the words I asked my mother as a young six year old child new to the world I was born into and the reply of my mother's response. For the coming days I’ve been watched like a hawk, my tasks multiplied and my food meagerly portioned. Santiago has made it his mission to make me crumble at any point he gets the chance if he doesn’t scream down the roof on me wasting time, he knocks off my food and makes sure I get nothing to eat after working so hard on an empty stomach but so I retire for the nights with a growling stomach. Few times I’ve been smart
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Six Tagon’s POV The tears burned her vision. The little trepidation switch her body rocked to. Her surprise. “You remember? How did you find it?” Her lips quivering as a pool of tears settled in her vision. Tears rolled down her eyes flowing to her cheeks. “Like the years never happened. I thought about you everyday keeping sane with the shawl. The testament you weren’t a figment of my imagination. That I wasn’t crazy in looking for you, that you were real- that what we shared was real. It fueled the desire to find you and even if it means finding you till I breathed my last.” Shocked. “You could have anyone, why me? What is it about a lowly slave girl?” Her eyes mirrored pain, confusion and shiny glint of light. The first time since her re-emergence I have seen the sparkle in them. What is it that she doesn’t understand or fail to realize? Has it ever occurred to her that there was competi
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Alpha's Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty Seven
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty- Seven Sheila’s POV Dumbstruck. A sharp crack formed in my chest. No, I could hear my heart breaking into a thousand splinters of glass. Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? Prayed for, ran away for, bled and abused for. Weeks ago presented with such an offer I’d have taken it and ran for the hills but watching the only man I’ve ever loved dismiss what we shared reduced my self esteem to nothingness. His back turned towards me, his arms akimbo as I was watching his flex toned abs, the muscular display of his broad back and his intense scent flagging my nostrils. “Are you saying?” “Yes Sheila.” His words lack his usual charm and had an unusual blandness. Tears stung my tear ducts harder this time and incapable of tucking the pain inside as I usually do I let it fall. The sadness, grief, hurts and his rejection. Rosalia repeatedly made me understand he has more news for her and
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Tagon’s POV Chapter Thirty-Eight Sheila has the body to make goddesses weep of jealousy, and men bow on their knees begging and swearing off their existence to have a taste of the fountain of her nectar. Her taste is enchanting. Without warning I slammed into her, earning a loud grunt from her throat and her face scrunched up in pain. Is she hurt? “Are you alright?” She nodded but the pain was dancing on her beautiful face.My eyes landed on a strange liquid on her entrance coating my large Cock. Blood. “Are you still a virgin?” Tears pooled in her eyes. How? It’s been years I thought she must have gobbled in the sheets with someone, but I was damn wrong! Sheila kept her purity all these years. She didn’t get with anyone, while I was eaten up with the thoughts of some other man laying his filthy hands on what was mine. I paused, still stuck in but no movement. My fingers wiped the tea
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27Alpha's Rejected Slave Unknown
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Nine Unknown POV The chirping of the beds permeated the deep forest air, slow burbs of insects followed by the deep darkness the night resembles. The cabin is hidden by the thick canopy of gigantic trees and thick fogs and vast green vegetation. A bulky form laid on a wooden dark bed made of straws the body covered in thick woolen blanket covering the legs and hands except for the head which the darkness of the night hid possessively dipped to the side by the cotton pillow. An unusual feeling creeped into the tiny fabric of my skin, a cold jotting feeling. My hands wiped at the sleep at the corners of my eyes drawing me into bed, but the obscure feeling had my eyes ready, and vigilant on who the intruder might be? An eerie silence fell, followed by a squished sound of something melting meters away from the cabin. “What is happening?” Is she here? My Sheila, My child of light. A t
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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
