All Chapters of Rejected by the Beta: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Damien’s words have me questioning everything and myself.While a part of me is still clinging on to Balin, another part of me is also registering the sheer irrationality of my feelings. And then there are small things that Damien is doing that is making me falter when it comes to him.He does them without prompting as if my happiness is more important to him. ‘So what?’As he drags me alongside him down the carpeted hallway, his words ring in my ears.Mara accused me of betraying them – which made zero sense since I was kidnapped in the first place – and Damien didn’t care if I did. The way he had spoken it had felt as if I could do no wrong in his eyes.My chest feels tight as I think about it, this biased favoritism towards me. I’m not an idiot. It’s starting to dawn on me that Damien doesn’t simply want to use me. Or if he does, there is something more he wants from me, something more personal. But after what happened today in that massive hall, a part of me has relaxed. W

Lou and Dayla are surprisingly friendly and despite their grim words, I do feel comfortable with them.They help me sneak into the kitchen which looks so professional and modern that I’m left gaping like an idiot. But the smell of fresh food being cooked makes my stomach rumble.“Lou,” Dayla glances at the woman next to me and Loud nods before heading towards a long counter which is covered in bread and what not. I’m standing there like a fool when Dayla grabs my head and hisses, “Duck!”I fall to the ground and she pulls us both under the cloth of one the tables.“Who are we hiding from?”“No-”“Me,” comes a booming voice as the cloth is pushed up.I find myself staring into a monstrous looking face. Whatever scream built up in my throat is swallowed in fear.“Ah, shit,” Dayla is too relaxed. “I should have known you weren’t on your break, Marty.”Marty?This is Marty?! The chef?!Marty grabs us both by the arms and yanks us out from under the table, “Stop stealing food, yo

For a moment, I just stare.“Is this a dream?”Damien’s chuckle jerks me back to reality, “No. This is your brother’s home, your home.”I stumble forward, “The lights and the fireplace-”“I turned them on.”My hands are shaking as I look at Ben’s sweater laying sprawled on the couch in front of the television. I touch it, tears spilling down my cheeks. I remember him doing this. “He was always too lazy to fold his sweater,” I laugh, tearily, and my words dissolve into a broken sob.Damien touches my shoulder, “If this is too much for you, we can return.”“No,” I quickly shake my head. “No. I want to stay. I want to see.”My heart is so full right now, and so very sad, as I touch pieces of furniture, small things, irrelevant things, that have been part of my life for so long.The house has been untouched which is surprising since it’s been months since everything went down. “Where’s your room?” Damien suddenly asks.“Why?” I give him a suspicious look.He gives me an inno

I stumble forward, gasping, the fear making my heart thud against my ribcage.And that’s when I realize that seeing Balin made me feel gut wrenching fear. I feel myself sinking to the floor, numbly.“Isabel?”My head is a whirlwind of emotions that I’m trying to sort out. The most prominent thought is the sudden fear I experienced when I saw Balin and as I try to focus on that and understand what just happened, it feels like something has snapped inside of me and a rush of emotion throws me off.“He shot me,” I mumble my eyes on my hands as I try to focus on this string of thought. “He shot me with wolfsbane, knowing I would die. He brought arrows covered in wolfsbane to that mating ceremony. Why would he do that unless he planned to kill me?”I feel a presence next to me and I look up to see Damien sitting on his haunches beside me, “You should lay down.”“No, I shouldn’t,” I mutter, looking at his amber gaze. “That bastard tried to kill me over and over again. He burnt down my

If my life wasn’t shitty enough, now I find out I may be a defective Righ?“Oh, crap,” I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “This is perfect. Just what I needed.”Fera is long gone while I sit here, feeling guilty for something that isn’t even my fault.I let out a long breath. There is anger within me as well and I let it fester for a few minutes. Again, Balin took something precious from me. The last remnants of my brother, of my childhood, of my parents.Those letters had held the key to my past, the truth about who I was and why my brother and James lied to me. He mentioned that he had seen someone in our town looking for me and he had been terrified for my safety.Who?It couldn’t have been the rogues who killed my entire pack. They didn’t know what I was.I turn on my side and look out the window.Damien isn’t back yet from wherever he went to sulk. There are things I could have found out about myself. It feels like I have been stripped of my own identity