All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S REJECTED TWINS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nora’s POV My eyelids fluttered open, and I gasped at the sight before me. Leo was—was lying next to me on the floor of the limousine, his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand clutching mine. As if he was afraid to let go. His face was inches from mine, and his breath was warm on my cheek. How did we end up in this position? I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. I couldn’t help but look at him. His well-tanned skin was shining in the morning light, and he looked extremely beautiful up close. My fingers trembled as I forced my hand out of his grip and felt the urge to touch his face. But. He. Opened. His. Eyes. “What are you doing?” he inquired, his voice low and husky. “Um, nothing,” I lied, feeling my face heat up. He smiled—a wicked and sexy smile that made my heart flutter. “You can touch any part of my face you want, you know. And if it happens to be the part I can give you, I won’t hesitate to give.” Those words cycled through my brain like the world’s most h

Author’s POV Rick slammed his laptop shut, feeling a headache coming on. He had been working on the payment sheets of his workers for hours, and he still had a lot to do. He massaged the corded muscles in the back of his neck and got up to answer the knock on his door. He opened it, and his breath caught in his throat. Alicia was standing there, holding a tray of coffee. She smiled sweetly and handed it to him, then walked past him into his room. He followed her, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing here? Are you finally ready to tell me what's going on?” He asked, trying to sound casual. His heart swirled, and a smile stretched across his face, impossible to control. Alicia ignored his question. She took the tray from him and set it on the table, looking around his room as if checking for any signs of another woman. She saw the pictures on his nightstand and picked one up. It was a photo of him and George, taken when they were kids. They were smiling and hugging, look

Author’s POV Jack watched Laura enter the room, her eyes wide and curious. She held a piece of paper in her hand, as if she had something important to show him. He turned to the doctor, who was standing next to him, and gave him a look. “Can you give us a minute?” he questioned. “I need to talk to her alone.” The doctor nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Jack faced Laura, who was staring at George’s motionless body on the bed. He could see the shock and pain on her face, and guilt stabbed at his gut. “…what did you want to say to him?” he asked. “As you can see, he is in bad shape, and I don’t think he will be waking up any time soon.” Her forehead creased in a pained look, and she shook her head. “What happened to him?” she inquired. “Why is he like this? I thought he was one of the greatest swordsmen in the whole world.” A rolling sigh escaped his throat, and he ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he also didn’t want to tell her t

NORA’S POV I slammed the door behind me with a loud bang, tossing my jacket on the floor like a rag. It was past midnight, and I was exhausted from the day’s events. My muscles ached, and my head throbbed. I had barely escaped from the press at the detention center. My eyes drifted to the TV screen, and I saw the reporter’s smug expression as he narrated my story. “Nora Clark, the famous forensic photographer, wasn’t scared for her life when she went to see the claw killer in the detention center. The pack members are wondering how a single mother like her could be so brave and selfless." “And what motivated her to take such a risk? But she was able to witness that serial killer take his own life. Everyone is talking about it, and they want to know the full story.” I scoffed in outrage and walked up to the TV, reaching for the power button. I didn’t need to hear their fucking praises, I wanted some peace and quiet. “What are you doing? I was watching that!” A voice snapped from th

AUTHOR’S POV Leo dragged his sword across the floor, making sparks fly in the rain. He was heading towards the group of warriors who guarded the border, with Jack following behind him with a gun. Jack fired the gun into the air, making a loud bang that echoed in the morning sky. The warriors turned their heads and saw the two intruders approaching them. “Who the hell are you?” The leader shouted, grabbing his own sword. “Oh, Leo, what do you want now? Are you leaving the pack again?” Leo’s jaw twitched, the fury circling in his core, begging him to behead the leader. He stopped a few feet away from the warriors, his eyes turning a yellow hue. “I want the cure,” he said. “The cure for the wolfsbane poison you injected into my cousin’s body. He is dying, you bastards. You weren’t supposed to do that to him. You were just supposed to stall him while I leave with my girlfriend.” Jack opened his mouth to speak, but his voice got stuck in his throat like a ball of dough. He didn’t like