All Chapters of REJECTED, NOW DESIRED: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Edna's POVBack in the Room"You should have been gentler with her." I bit my lower lip, the shaky words barely making it out of my mouth. I knew Ansel didn't want to hear anything about the she-wolf who had just left our lives."S-she helped you." I couldn't stay silent about how Ansel had dragged Mabel out. The fact remained that she was the one who had helped him heal."I want to tell you something." Ansel's deep voice pulled my gaze to him. The atmosphere in the room grew cold after the few minutes of peace we had shared while celebrating Ansel's recovery.I noticed his eyes were also on Amos. Did Amos need to know this too? Maybe.Ansel held my hand and used me for support as he sat up on the bed. "Amos, I thought you might have sensed something the day I was poisoned, but it seems you didn't.""What is it?" Amos asked, confusion evident on his face as he moved closer to us. He looked more serious and attentive than before, his gaze fixed on Ansel."She might be the one who poiso

Since Edna told me that it was having a problem, it had been so hard for me.How was this possible? I was okay and I was sure about it. Or had I been delusional about it?Well, I didn't know, maybe, but who would have thought of that?Was it the reason Mabel ran after someone else? Was I not a full man?I didn't know what to believe. Well, I didn't care much about having a new life. The only thing that brought all those thoughts into my mind was that I wanted to announce Edna as my Luna.But that would be hard for the pack members and council members to accept, especially after what I told them about her when she first came into this pack. I said those things because I was still in denial that she was my mate. I still couldn't believe that the goddess would give me a mate after so many years of searching, causing me to take in a chosen mate.Right now, I regret everything. I wish I hadn't told them that Edna was a rogue, a wolf without a home.When I thought of her, I felt bad. Afte

THIRD PERSON POVThe morning of the coronation dawned bright and clear, the sun casting a warm glow over the grounds of Titanic Wave. Edna stood before the mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed the delicate blue dress Ansel had given her the night before. The fabric shimmered under the morning light, a testament to her new status and the love Ansel held for her. She took a deep breath, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of determination and nerves.Her long locks were left out loose, showing off her beautiful face and big eyes.After putting on a light makeup which she refused the offer of the maids to help her with, she leaned on the wardrobe and took out black heels and wore them then clung onto a black purse and moved out of the room, still not sure of herself.Ansel had gone out to look at the preparation and the guests.As she descended the grand staircase, the murmurs of the pack members reached her ears. Whispers floated through the air, some laced wi

News traveled first that there was a white woman in the packhouse. Others even exaggerated that the woman was a witch, which I didn't believe.Not only was she nice to me, but Seraphina also felt so familiar to me, and I loved her way of thinking and her straightforwardness.All in all, she was an organized woman in everything she did.We had stayed for a few days in the packhouse, but I had already grown fond of her, and I felt somewhat sad that she might leave after helping me and Ansel, as she said.I didn't know why I was scared to see her leave, especially since I didn't even know her in the first place, which made it seem strange. That was the reason I kept that thought to myself.And today, we were here. She had told us to meet her in one of Ansel's private rooms.We had decided that we wouldn't tell the pack members anything until we were sure that Seraphina could indeed help us. Now, we were just sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her as she mixed some leaves in a pot w

I couldn't hold back the flood of questions in my mind. They tumbled out of me, frantic and desperate, as I stared at Ansel, my eyes red and swollen from crying."Is she really my mother, Ansel?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why would she leave me? Why would she let everyone think she was dead? Why didn’t she come for me sooner?"Ansel sat beside me, his hand gently squeezing mine, offering silent support. His eyes were full of concern and confusion. “I don’t know, Edna,” he replied softly. “But we’ll find out. We’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise.”"How could she abandon me?" I continued, my words spilling out in a rush. "If she’s my mother, why didn’t she tell me sooner? Why did she wait until now? Why did she leave me to think she was dead?"Ansel pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "We’ll get the answers, Edna. Right now, we need to focus on what she said about the war. We need to be prepared.”I shook my head, the tears still flowing. "But how can we tr