All Chapters of ALPHA'S REJECTED BRIDE: HIDING HIS BABY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ROSALINE’S POV:What. The. Hell?“What?” Someone whispers from within the crowd.Damien’s eyes narrow as he walks toward me. The smell I scented earlier growing more potent with every step he takes.No way.There was no way in hell.“That’s Damien’s mate?” someone says.Mate. Mate. Mate. My wolf yips her joy. Creating a mental image of her jumping up and down, wagging her tail behind her.Mate? Damien is my mate?His eyes trail over me as he approaches, tingling my skin like tiny, electric shocks. My breath catches in my throat. He’s all I can see, all I can focus on.A pulse thrums between our bodies, beating steady and hard, like my heart trying to burst out of my ribcage.“There’s no way!” A voice I recognize as one of the girls says, “I mean look at her, she’s dressed like a fucking lunatic.”The usual sting her words would have carried don’t get to me, because Damien is in front of me before I can process what she’s said. He flicks his fingers on the drooping point of my hat, ri

ROSALINE’S POV:My contentment felt like a cloud.I was so high up, I never wanted to touch the ground. I roll on underneath the comforter, spreading my arms on either side of me. A smile jerks the corners of my lips as last night’s memories play though my head.Goddess, he was so sweet.I’d only ever heard about what it would be like to have sex with one’s mate. I can say without a doubt, that the tales did it no justice. The soreness between my thighs, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, his smell. It was too much, yet I wanted so much more.I squint my eyes open, wanting to catch a glimpse of him in the early hours of the morning, all disheveled and breathtaking. My eyes snap open once I realize he’s not on the bed. I sit up slowly, scanning the room.“Damien?” I call out.No answer.I slide out of the bed, tugging on one of his shirts from the armchair across the room. Opening the door, I stick my head out, “Damien?”No response.Panic rises within me. He wouldn’t leave.

ROSALINE’S POV:After wiping the sweat off my forehead, I cleaned up the last spec of dust from the table before standing upright to look at my work. I smiled with satisfaction just before the owner of the penthouse walked in. His eyes glimmered with delight upon seeing his now-shiny penthouse; it had been abandoned for months and was infested with layers of dust and cobwebs. But now it looked completely brand new."It looks even better than when I first bought it! I suppose what they say about you is true; you really are the best there is," he said with a warm smile as he continued to inspect the vicinity."I’m glad you like it, sir," I told him formally, but indeed, I really was tired, and it was just ten in the morning. I barely had up to four hours of sleep last night, or any night for the past five years. I always started off my day early. I woke up every day by four in the morning, got myself and Ariana ready for the day before dropping her off at Gwen’s, then got to the compa

ROSALINE’S POV:That bastard!I can’t believe after all these years he was still the same. The same asshole that rejected me and now he was acting like he did not know me. Like hell I would fall for that! And what was he trying to do earlier? Probably the same thing he did on the night of that party was defend me in order to get in my pants, after which he would toss me aside like some dirty piece of rag. I won’t fall for his games, not again.Speaking of games, he wanted me to participate in these Luna games. Was he trying to make fun of me? I am his Luna, and he fucking knows that. Or was… If I had known it was his family that had offered me this job, I never would have come here. No matter how great the pay was. But was he serious about hunting down my family if I did not attend? The thought alone scared me. What if he finds out about Ariana?No, I cannot let that happen. He could not know of her existence. If he wants me to play this sick game, then I will. I don’t care about be

ROSALINE’S POV:This had to be a nightmare. Why did I have to speak? I should have just stayed silent and acted as a ghost. How could I be so stupid? I really need to learn how to control my tongue. My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage as I stood on the far edge of Damien’s room in nothing but a blood-red robe. Immediately after Damien had demanded that I be the first person to warm his bed, two servants appeared by my side and escorted me to a room to change. My pleas fell on deaf ears as I received numerous glares from the other contestants. The maids helped me change into blood-red lingerie, and I did not fail to catch the look of pity in their eyes. I practically had to wail before I was given this robe. Once we were done, they escorted me to his chambers, and one of the maids shot me an encouraging smile. "Good luck," she told me before shutting the door behind her.I was the only one in the room, yet I felt so suffocated. My back was pressed against the wall as I waited