All Chapters of Rejected by the Beta: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

When I blink, I don’t see it anymore.It’s odd.But I’m quick to return my attention to Damien. When I release him, he steps back but despite his stoic expression, I know he’s hurting inside. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that.He sits down on the bank and I follow suit, “You okay?”Picking up a stone, Damien tosses it in the water and I watch it skip over the surface of the water, a long way, before finally coming to a stop. “When you’ve lived this long, little wolf, you learn to compartmentalize your grief and your guilt. And so many thousands of years often lead to an uncountable number of regrets.”“Damien-”He cocks his head, shooting me a quick smile which does nothing to hide the emptiness in his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that.”I study his profile as this time he summons another rock in his hand, having seemingly forgotten whatever his purpose was in bringing me to this bayou.“Can I ask you something?”“Hm?”“Is it weird to keep falling for different women

“What if they don’t choose to interfere?” One of them asks, urgently.Once of them scoffs, “We don’t even know if she’s telling the truth. If he’s in the Arush, there’s no knowing if he’ll ever wake up. Nobody has entered the Arush in eons. One only enters the Arush if the injury is life threatening. This gives us two advantages. One, we know he’s not immortal, and second, whenever he wakes up, he will be weak. Too weak to go against us.”I still don’t know how they managed to get me here. Where are Caleb and Fera? What happened to them? What happened to the creatures who had supposedly been guarding me?There are a lot of pieces of the puzzle that are missing.“That doesn’t mean we should not use the Righ as a bargaining piece to seize control,” one of the argues. “The Rhoder Tribe is known for both their barriers and their hostility towards all of the demon kings in the past. And they are incredibly powerful. If it means bringing Damien down, they’ll cooperate. Besides, they just

“What?!”I nearly jump out of my skin.“The monsters from inside the forest?!”The boy makes a sad face, “You don’t like them? But they’re a part of me. Does that mean you don’t like me?”He tilts his head and I feel the temperature drop around us. There’s more meaning to his question and I’m not stupid. He may look like a child but he is far more dangerous.And I have a feeling that being inside a dream isn’t going to offer me any protection.“I don’t dislike you,” I say, slowly, my eyes are on the crazily flickering shadows. “But you said they were monsters who wanted to hurt me and now you’re saying something else. So, I’m a little concerned.”He snaps back to normal almost immediately, beaming, “Oh! Yeah, they do want to hurt you but they can’t. I won’t let them. I’ll never let anything hurt you, Isabel. You’re mine.”My blood curdles in cold fear at the darkly possessive edge to his tone. “Okay, um,” I look around. Not my circus, not my monkeys. I’m not even going to tou

So far, I’ve only seen one member of the Rhoder Tribe, and even that I had not been entirely sure about. But seeing this figure before me, I feel a different sort of terror seize me.Their eyes are pitch black, no pupil, no iris. It’s hard to to understand how someone is feeling when you can’t see their eyes.It has a humanoid face, a blue robe covering its body.“Demon,” its voice is cold, striking fear within me. There’s power in its voice. Ancient power.I stand there frozen in fear and then the one holding my chain, yanks it, making me fall to the ground on my knees. It’s a humiliating position but I’m not really in a position to argue right now.Damien, where are you?!My desperation is growing. There is no way I can get out of this situation as badly injured as I am. “You got our message?” The creature standing in the doorway tilts his head before studying me, “You brought us the Righ.”“Yes, we did,” the demon holding my leash sneers. “You keep her for us and we wil

“This wasn’t here before,” I sit up, feeling confused as I study my palm.I know for a fact that this tattoo wasn’t on my palm before Caleb put me under. But I never got the chance to check after, the situation being what it was.Fera studies my palm before touching the mark. She shook her head, “I can’t feel anything, no magic.”“You think they branded me?” I ask, slowly.“Your skin would be burnt,” Fera says, bluntly. “And if they had branded you, it would have healed.”She has a point.“Does it hurt or does it feel strange in any way?”I shake my head.She lowers my hand, “Then we can deal with this later. Tell me how you’re feeling.”I don’t think it’s okay to just ignore this random tattoo that appeared on the palm of my right hand but then there are other pressing matters to deal with.“Better,” I admit. “My arms feel like they’re back to normal. My wounds feel better overall.”Fera is quiet, her eyes heavy. She’s holding my hand, absentmindedly, and I nudge her, “How