All Chapters of The Rejected Alpha Heir : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Diane's POV (…the enemy's side) She could feel the pores all over her skin opening up and oozing out sweat. The trickles travelled down her face rapidly as she blinked her eyes periodically to sharpen her blurry gaze. Her hands were far apart, hanging above her heads and her two legs were split apart, fastened to a metal rod, standing opposite each other. A strong stench of burning wood filled the air as she opened her eyes to a fumy night. She sneezed intermittently, trying hard to bring herself to total consciousness, as all she could see were moving shadows in the shape of large werewolves and humans. She must have fallen unconscious for a long time, as she remembered her last memory of being in the palace. Although, she felt a great weakness from within, she let out a scream at the sight of the creatures before her. “Be quiet!“, one of them shouted, as he continued slashing a dead beast, lying on the wet ground, into pieces and passing it around to the rest of the group, sitte

Xavier's POV(…flashbacks)It was another day of strenuous chores. He had lived the few years of his young life, a maid, in a house with five initial occupants, himself inclusive . “Where's this good for nothing boy?“, a woman's voice with an annoying pitch, called out. There was no amount of rest he could ever need that'll make him so deep into sleep to the extent of not waking up immediately to the sound of her voice. He had grown to hate her so much, but not as much as she hated him, since the very first day she had a child of her own. “This is where you hid yourself”, she yelled, as though he had other places he could call a room. Xavier had packed up the few pieces of clothes that served as his bed, one he'd managed to own—some old clothes of Mr. Anderson. “Get your lazy self out of here! and go wash the dishes.“, She commanded as she arrived at his supposed room—under the staircase, close to the backdoor. He only enjoyed his space during summer. He had given up his previous room

Xavier's POV(…Little hero)The two masked men froze instantly only to find out it was just a boy and turned back to the drawers with a loud hiss. “I thought you said the coast was clear?“, One with the blue mask asked. “Does he look like a threat to you? He must be the boy he adopted before he finally had his daughter. I didn't know they could leave him all alone. We'd better hurry up before we get caught”, the second remarked as they searched the files thoroughly.“Hey. I caught you already”, Xavier exclaimed after they discarded his presence. “Leave now or I call the cops on you. I'm pretty good at judo”, Xavier yelled, in a bid to threaten then, but instead, he found them laughing at him. “ Look boy, it's either you Join us in our search or you stay away. We aren't here to hurt anyone. Don't make me squash you to pieces”, the bigger one with a black mask said as he walked around the small room. “But I would hurt you if you don't leave. Mum would kill me if she finds out. Please

Xavier's POV(…a Christmas present)Xavier's life had taken a turn for good, ever since the secret deal with his foster mom. It was another winter season and the holidays had begun. Xavier had celebrated his tenth birthday the previous month and got a restock of his wardrobe from Rita. “Pack up your things everyone and get ready. We are going on a vacation, in two days time” Mr Anderson had announced on Christmas Eve. “Where are we going?“ Isabella asked, after embracing her father as he stepped inside. “We'll find out later, but first let's do some decorations.“ He dropped the bag of ribbons and lights beside the large Christmas tree at the corner of the room. “I was thinking your firm wouldn't be giving a day off for the holidays” Rita remarked as she pecked the side of his cheeks.“The new director is considerate. He gave us a whole week off plus a vacation in Miami. For me, There's no better vacation than spending time with my family.“ Xavier and the two other kids unpacked t

Xavier’s POV (…a new home) Rita must be going through a tough time and maybe Mr. Anderson had kicked her out of the house for infidelity. Isabella is sure to learn a good lesson, living on the streets. Xavier smiled at the thoughts. It was the best payback he could think of after the amount of ill treatments he’d endured from Rita. They drove in a pickup truck with a plow attached to the front bumper. The roads were still heavily flooded with snow. They finally halted in front of a motel, after a long frosty ride. The sun was hot in the new area, and the snow was beginning to melt. “We’ll be spending a night here. It’s closer to the airport.” Charles remarked. Xavier finally asked, as he had been silent, “Why didn’t you come for me all these while? That place was hell and—”. Charles cut in, “You’ll find out when you get home.” Xavier frowned in confusion as they unpacked from the trunk. He had more questions, but Charles countenance had turned furious since his first question. He rem