All Chapters of Once Rejected, Now Desired : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SOPHIA I knew for a fact that I had to speak to Asher at some point. No matter how much I wanted to, I knew that I could not hide away in the room forever while the rest of the world outside made up their mind on what to do with us. However, what I did not expect was the knock on my door that happened less than ten minutes after my boys had gone to bed that night. While my heart was all but relaxed, I slowly rose from the bed and sauntered across the floor, gliding not so gracefully towards the door. By the time I touched the knob, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest voraciously, but there was little to nothing I could do about that. I turned the knob and pulled the door open. One can only imagine the mix of displeasure and horror that washed over me, draining blood from my face once I stared into Asher's blue eyes. He looked straight past me, and into the room. Once his eyes rested on the boys, I caught them softening. "Asher," I said aloud, forcing a nervous chuck

SOPHIA Those three sentences read aloud in the presence of the entire royalty of Dark Moon were more than enough to change the fate of my life and that of my sons seated beside me.From the corner of my right eye, I could see David shift uncomfortably in his seat while holding on to Darwin, who seemed like he could fall to the ground in tears any moment. It hurt me to see them like this. I had never intended to lie to any of them. Personally, I wished I could have said the truth, but that was a far cry. The truth would have completely shattered them, and I could not break their hearts in such a manner. After the meeting, I sat still in my chair and watched as almost every elder stepped out of the throne room after throwing me a nasty glare. Of course, I would be the villain. Who else were they supposed to blame? Certainly not the man whose threat sent me out of the only home I had ever known. "Daddy?" Daniel coughed out, and it was the uncertainty in his voice that caused to raise

SOPHIA "I hate him! I hate him so fucking much! I fucking hate him!" I continued to kick the walls of the corridors that mocked my predicament as I hurried over to the room my boys would be in. They were the only ones capable of comforting me at that difficult part of my life. Damn! Believe me when I say that the horrors of the mate bond had never hit me so hard. I knew that I was mated to Asher from the second I saw his face after I returned to Dark Moon, but it had been so easy to ignore it and focus on how much I needed to stay away from him. Until tonight. When I saw Savannah fall into my mate's arms and his hands encircled her body in a way a part of me wished they would do to mine, I lost it. I lost my ability to block out the voice in my head that told me I didn't need him. At that moment, I needed him to hold me that way. Jealousy threatened to rip my heart out of my chest and the pain was something I could not ignore. "Why wouldn't he just reject me?" I coughed out, tear

SOPHIA "Stop! Bring him back! It's not possible! It can't be!" When I ran after Asher in a bid to force him to have the difficult conversation he had just walked out of, his mother crying at the top of her voice, and Asher standing still and staring at his father's rock hard body was the last thing I expected to see. I could swear that my heart leapt from my chest and into my throat at that very moment. "NO." I heard myself repeat over and over again. "This can't be." I pushed past the small crowd that gathered around him and stood beside the stretcher. On seeing me, the guards nodded to one another and made way for me. I could feel my heart slowly shrink in my chest. I pulled the purple linen off him to examine his body. Panic washed over me like cold water by the sea shore. His body was white. He had been dead for at least six hours. "Do something, Sophia!" Asher's mother continued to wail. "Bring him back! He can't go like this! I'm not ready to watch him go like this!" I p

SOPHIA Pain. I had never thought Asher could do anything to hurt me that much again. I had tried to tell myself, everyday, for several years, that he had done the worst he could do. It was all over, rejecting my babies and I was the height of pain. But this? This was different. I could feel his paws dig into my chest. I could feel his fingers wrap around my heart, and I could feel him pull it right out of my chest, leaving me to bleed out where I lay. Only, the blood left my eyes in the form of tears. Tears that did not move him. He only scoffed, shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room, banging the door behind him. Right there and then, I clutched the tattered bed sheets as hard as I could and screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed for my father, the man in whose arms I had never known heartbreak, pain or disappointment. The man who had once shielded me from the dangers of the world. The man who left me when I was only eight. The man who I had to spend most of my