All Chapters of Pregnant And Rejected; His Exclusive Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MelodyThe echoes of the court still lingered in my mind as I made my way through the winding halls of Mallory Palace, my thoughts fixed on Zoraya. The court session had dragged on far longer than I anticipated, my advisors hounding me with endless reports and squabbles. But throughout it all, my heart remained elsewhere, tugged back to that small, quiet room where Zoraya lay recovering.I had left her reluctantly, her pale face still vivid in my mind, her breathing shallow but steady as I’d smoothed her hair and whispered that I would return soon. I didn’t want to leave her side, but duty had called.Now, as I approached her door, a chill ran down my spine. Something felt off. The corridor was too quiet, the air heavy with something I couldn’t name. And then I saw her.Elena.The supposed guest who had arrived with Giovanni only hours ago. She was walking out of Zoraya’s room, her expression unreadable, her movements calm and measured.I froze mid-step, my hand gripping the edge of

ElenaThe corridors of Mallory Palace stretched before me like a gilded labyrinth, bathed in sunlight streaming through high windows. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, each one telling stories of the kingdom’s history, its triumphs and tragedies. Ornate chandeliers hung overhead, their crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows across the polished marble floors.It was a palace that spoke of power, history, and wealth... it was a far cry from the modest life I grew up in.I walked slowly, taking in every detail, my steps measured and deliberate. I couldn’t afford to appear awed or out of place, even though my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I had heard stories of this place from my mother, Estrella, but standing here in the flesh was something else entirely.My mother had spoken of Mallory Palace with a mixture of longing and bitterness, her words often laced with secrets she refused to share fully. She would tell me about its grandeur, its po

AaronThe night air was crisp as I stepped onto the balcony of my chambers in Mallory Palace. The city stretched before me, bathed in the silver glow of the moon, its streets alive with the flickering light of torches. From up here, everything seemed peaceful—calm, even. But I knew better.Beneath the polished marble floors of this palace, beneath the regal smiles and flowing gowns, lay a battlefield of schemes and hidden daggers. And right now, at the center of it all, was Elena.I took a slow sip of my wine, my keen eyes scanning the courtyard below. The guards moved about in their usual routine, oblivious to the storm brewing within these walls. My brother, Giovanni, had told me everything—every whispered word Elena had fed him, every attempt she had made to turn him against our mother.I smirked, swirling the liquid in my glass. Foolish girl.She thought she was clever, that she had him wrapped around her little finger, but she underestimated us. Giovanni and I were not just brot

ElenaI remained seated at the breakfast table long after Giovanni left, my grip tightening around the goblet in my hand.Something had shifted.I had felt it the moment I entered the hall—the subtle change in the air, the way Giovanni’s eyes lingered on me just a second too long, the deliberate weight of his words.I had the most interesting conversation with my brother last night.It was a warning. A calculated move to make me uneasy.And damn it, it was working.I forced my expression to remain neutral as I took another slow sip of wine. Around me, nobles continued their conversations, oblivious to the silent war brewing beneath the surface.Had I miscalculated?No. That wasn’t possible.Everything I had done so far had been meticulous—carefully placed words, strategic alliances, quiet whispers in the right ears. Giovanni had been playing along, hadn’t he? He had shown no signs of resistance, no indication that he was anything other than receptive to my ideas.Unless…I set the gob

MelodyZoraya’s hands trembled in mine, her dark eyes wide with unshed tears. I could feel the fear radiating from her, pressing against my senses like a whisper of the past she was too afraid to recall.But I needed her to.Her breathing was uneven, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. And, of course, she couldn’t—not in the way most people did. The only sound that left her was a broken, strangled whimper, a noise so haunting it sent fury rippling through me.I already knew what she was trying to tell me.Elena.The name alone was enough to make my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. She had been watching, waiting, ever since the first moment I saw how Zoraya had reacted to her presence. The sheer terror in her body language had told me enough.I should have known sooner.The pieces had been right there before me—the way Zoraya recoiled, the way her entire body went rigid at the mere sight of Elena. It was more than fear. It was deep, ingrained t