All Chapters of Embracing His Rejection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Matthew My life hasn't improved since the last time I fetched Natasha from the hospital. Her attitude has worsened, and if Emerald's schedule isn't changed, she will continue to create chaos there.I, on the other hand, am almost at the edge of my patience. No matter how hard I try to convince Natasha that I'm not backing out from the promise I made, she won't believe me. She wants me to fully commit to her to ease her mind, but with Emerald affecting me, I can't do it."Maybe in weeks or days, Crescentius will start the attack," Nicholas exclaimed, in one of our meetings.The impending fight not only brings trouble to all of us but also adds to the frustration I have with my life. I want to put an end to everything once and for all, but with the existing complications, it all seems impossible."I've sent notices to our allies, just in case. Our top priority is our constituents and as much as possible let's minimize the bloodshed and take the high road in this upcoming war," Nichola

Emerald I don't believe that one mistake can be justified by committing another. It wasn’t, and never will be, okay. But sometimes, even when it’s not right, we are forced to choose such a path—not for ourselves, but for others and for the sake of peace. Being called names by others, especially being labeled a mistress, is unacceptable. At first, I thought I could bear the pain, tolerate the shame, the embarrassment, and even the insults. But why should I be a martyr? Who in their right mind would allow others to call them names that aren't true? My parents raised me well, and I won’t let someone call me a mistress just because she thinks she's right. Not this time. "I thought you'd never accept it. You were so opposed to the idea," Mathilda commented after Zane and I told her about our plan. I wasn’t supposed to go down this road. Mathilda had once told me not to use someone else to numb my pain, but now, she was the one pushing me to move forward with this scheme. I could hav

Emerald I used to hide and let rumors take control. I thought the best way to deal with them was through silence. I don’t know if I was foolish to let Matthew publicly announce the truth—that he rejected me. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, a burst of emotion I couldn’t contain. I could have just told him to say we weren’t together, that I wasn’t his mistress. It wasn’t until after a call with my friends that I realized how poor that decision had been. "Isn't it more embarrassing to have everyone know you were rejected?" That was Mathilda’s message after our call last night. It dawned on me a little too late. The fact that I had Zane as my fake mate hadn’t even registered. People might have viewed things differently if I had simply let the rumors die on their own. When my duty at the homestead ended and I was reassigned back to the city, I thought I’d left it all behind. But as soon as I returned, a new rumor had taken root—that I had only used Zane to heal a broken heart caus

EmeraldI tried to keep my eyes open, staying alert despite my situation. For goodness' sake, someone kidnapped me. I mean, I don't consider this kidnapping — more like I am being held hostage. Their intention isn't clear, but maybe it is to challenge our pack leaders. "Did you convey the message?" the one with a scar on his face asked the other man. They're rogues, and they actually look like one. When they took me out of the pack, I felt as if I was already riding on death. I couldn't fight anymore, and my wolf is a little bit weaker compared to these people. Fighting is just like expediting my death. "No response from the Alpha," the man replied. The scar-faced man glanced at me. There was this anger in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. He looked angry at me for a reason I could not understand. I don't know these people. They're total strangers, and I don't owe any debt to them. Suddenly, the scar-faced man began to walk toward me. My breathing hitched as he grab

Emerald I've lost count of the days I've been kept in this hellhole. I've lost count of how many times the devil has touched me. I've lost count of how many times I've prayed to the Moon Goddess to have mercy on me. But everything feels as dark as ever. Maybe I'll never see the light again. Maybe I'll be stuck here forever. "I heard they're trying to trace us now," a whisper echoed from the distance. My wolf has been silent, refusing to cooperate for days—just when I needed her the most. But thanks to her heightened senses, I can still hear, though not at full strength. "I wonder if they can find us, with the enchantment cast over this place. Unless Mazz reveals our location," another voice responded. Enchantment? So that’s why no one has come for me. Even if Matthew is looking, he won’t find me. But did he tried to look out for me?A fresh wave of despair settled in my chest. I really am alone.I glanced at myself, and there was nothing left to feel but disgust. I was dirt