All Chapters of Fated Alpha: The Rejected Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I struggled to regain consciousness, battling against the heaviness that weighed me down. Gradually, I began to resurface, my senses slowly awakening. Even before I could pry open my eyes, the rough texture of fabric grazed against my sensitive skin, eliciting a groan that escaped into the depths of the blanket.With great effort, I mustered the strength to move my arms and cast aside the offending cover. Cool air rushed over my fevered skin, and though every muscle protested with soreness, I pushed through the discomfort. What on earth had transpired?"It's good to see you finally awake," Malik's composed voice reached my ears, breaching the remaining barriers of my consciousness. I cautiously peeled open one eye, adjusting to the brightness that flooded the room.My dry throat hindered my ability to respond, and damn, that sunlight pouring through the window was blinding. "Here. I'm sure you need this," he said, handing me a bottle of water. Grateful, I eagerly accepted it, squintin

"I appreciate your preparations and understanding," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. "But what if I chose a different path? What if I didn't comply?"Malik's eyes held a mix of determination and concern. "Isabelle, we both know the consequences of defying your father. It would only escalate matters further. Let's focus on navigating this situation together and finding the best way forward.""If you didn't comply, I would have forcefully deposited you in the tub, turning off the heated jets," Malik remarked with a playful smirk. Despite the weight of the situation, his lighthearted comment managed to elicit a smile from me.His words resonated with a sense of familiarity, reaffirming our connection. Following him into the expansive primary bathroom, I couldn't help but be drawn to the allure of the oversized sunken tub. The anticipation of the hot, swirling jets promising relief to my aching muscles made it an enticing prospect. Moreover, the prolonged soak would g

"Are you suggesting that he's transformed into a feral state?" Malik asked, a hopeful edge to his tone. However, I couldn't embrace such optimism, burdened by guilt that tore at my soul. I couldn't bear to make a decision that would undoubtedly lead to Tyler's tragic fate, sealing his certain death. "Now, let's exercise caution and refrain from hastily jumping to conclusions. We shall be patient, waiting for him to awaken, and then I shall endeavor to engage him in conversation," I interjected, my voice firm and resolute, a voice of reason amid the turmoil. "Isabelle, my dear, I must confess my growing unease about this situation. It deeply unsettles me that the alpha remains here, potentially placing himself in harm's way if unforeseen complications arise. The pack is growing increasingly curious, and if we fail to furnish them with satisfactory explanations in due course, we may find ourselves on the precipice of a mutiny. Why hasn't the alpha been relocated to a more fortified and

I found myself unable to respond, avoiding the weight of my responsibility. Tyler had indeed undergone a transformation, though labeling him a monster felt unjust. Did he not realize that we were now bound together? I let the silence linger, allowing tension to fill the room."I suppose I won't be allowed to leave," Tyler eventually broke the silence, the realization dawning on him.I shook my head, feeling tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I had to find a solution to this predicament, or else...However, any hint of resignation was swiftly replaced by a surge of anger, distorting his features until they seemed even more wolf-like than before. Despite the tension, I took a step closer, mustering the courage to touch my fingers gently to his cheek."I truly apologize. I was lost back then and didn't fully grasp the consequences. But you rejected me," I spoke softly, trying to reach him."Stay away from me!" he snapped, pulling away from my touch. "You've done enough. I might

Isabelle’s Point of ViewI suppressed the urge to snap back at Chase, realizing that arguing with him wasn't what I needed right now. Instead, my focus shifted when the delectable aroma of vanilla and chocolate wafted through the air. My eyes landed on the plate of chocolate-chip pancakes he had made. "You made chocolate-chip pancakes," I exclaimed, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I paused to give him a quick kiss. But he wasn't content with just that.His tongue brushed across my lips, sending shivers down my spine, and his hands gently wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until my hips nestled between his legs. Oh, damn.I could feel his impressive erection pressing into my belly, the heat of the moment threatening to overwhelm my senses. I loved it when Chase's desire matched my own, and the fact that our quarrels seemed to fuel his arousal didn't deter me in the slightest. We had a unique connection – we could be mad at each other and still find pleasure