All Chapters of Rejected by the Beta: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I can’t reconcile the voice I heard with Damion.How is that possible?I swing my legs over the side of the bed and take a few deep breaths.It was a dream. Just a dream.And dreams don’t mean anything.Except for the fact that I’ve been dreaming consistently of my James for the past few weeks, and it doesn’t seem like a dream then.I get to my feet and go wash my face. Looking into the mirror, I let out a shaking breath, “It couldn’t be Damion. That’s not possible. It’s just my head creating strange narratives.”But even I can’t keep ignoring my dreams. There are times when they seem so real and I believe the conversations I am having in them and then there are times when I wonder if I desperately need therapy, assuming I can find a therapist in this secluded area.I half snort at my own joke.I walk over to the window and look out at the other cottage, “Maybe I just really need to unwind. Too much in my head.”I’m distracted from my thoughts when I see Balin outside.H

Azhar gives me a strange look, “You will be mated to Balin.”My breathing is getting shallow, “You can’t just – Was somebody planning to ask me?!”His brows furrow together, “It has been decided since old times. The Righ always mates with one of our kind since we are the strongest of all the Others. You cannot stand alone.”“I just lost my mate!” I hiss at him. “I’m not ready to tie myself to someone yet!”“Ah yes,” Azhar gives me an indifferent look. “The wolf. It doesn’t matter. This mating will be stronger, and it will happen. Once you’re mated to Balin, you’ll get over your resistance.”His words are so callous that they make me sick.I stumble back, “You can’t make me. I won’t go through with it.”This time Azhar smiles, “Yes, you will. Your permission is not required. Once Balin gives you his mark, you will belong to him.”Then he walks away from me.I feel horror course through my blood, feeling violated. Was this why Balin was acting like this towards me because he tho

A few days have passed since that night when Balin told me the truth.It’s a difficult thing to digest and I am struggling wholeheartedly with it. Balin seems to have relaxed now that I know the truth and he’s back to living in the cottage and acting as if everything is normal. But it’s not.Fated mates? Past lovers? Invasions?These are all difficult things to wrap my head around. It seems like I’ve walked into some movie but ever since my conversation with Balin, my dreams have become more vivid. They’re still blurry but I can sense what’s going on and they’re beginning to feel like memories. The strange thing is that while I’m dreaming, I can see things clearly except for faces. I’ve dreamt of the children in the picture. I’ve dreamt of looking at my face in the mirror and Balin, but the faces are always blurred, even mine.That troubles me for some reason.I’m sitting in bed as I ponder over these things, not knowing how to process all this. A mating? Balin swore that afte

Despite telling Balin that I trust him, there is now a fear within me.I know Arista wasn’t lying since Balin had not refuted her words. Will we be able to run away safely? Will the elves let me go once I have reinforced this barrier? There is this sick fear within me that I can’t shake off.However, I have bigger concerns at the moment.“I need to hunt, Balin,” I say, insistently. “I’m growing weaker by the day!”Balin frowns, “I’m sorry, Isabel, but eating meat in the village is frowned upon. Once you become my mate, you will have to give it up.”“Give it up?” I gape at him. “This is not a personal preference, Balin. I won’t survive without it. I am a wolf shifter at the end of the day. If my wolf dies, so will I!”“You’re not going to die from a lack of meat,” Balin tells me sternly. “As long as your body has fuel, you will survive.”“Only barely!” I want to scream at him. How is he minimizing my needs right now?!Balin sighs, a sound of pure exasperation, “But you will li

The demon king is a terrifying visage. His face is covered with a black mask that is long and has two creepy looking horns that are extending from the top part. He’s wearing a sturdy looking armor that covers him from head to toe. However, that is the least bloodcurdling part of his presence.My eyes are drawn to the creature that he is standing upon.It’s a dragon.A flying dragon.A dragon with wingsMy shock is immense.And that’s not all.He’s not alone.He’s brought an army.Where the demons on the ground look like wild creatures, the ones behind him on similar dragon like creatures, they are garbed in a similar fashion as him, minus the terrifying face mask. They all have masks, but they look more like helmets than masks.The army behind him look like seasoned fighters and if the hissing sounds of the elves around me is any indication, they too are just as shaken by their appearance.“I came for what’s mine.”The demon king’s voice thunders across the field, disto