All Chapters of Rejected by my Choosen Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhys POV. I found myself thinking about her non stop. Every instant she was absent seemed like an eternity, chewing at my core. I let Felza go, to not fight for her right now, makes me feel like a coward, a loser. I ought to have taken action. Anything. I didn't, though, and now she's with Marcus, probably bombarding her mind with lies, turning her against me. I rushed towards my chambers in search of Eric. As I enter the chamber, my heart races; the familiar smell of pine and earth does nothing to quiet the tempest within me.He wasn't in sight. I turned around and walked in another direction. I caught a glimpse of my servants who were engrossed in a discussion but paused abruptly after seeing me. Their eyes showed clearly the discomfort, as if a dense fog of anxiety permeated the air. I hated it since they fear me. For so long I reigned with an iron grip, yet what has it brought me? A mate gone and a pack that worries about me.“Eric," I yelled, my voice resonating across the co

Rhys' POV.. After Tito left, the palace appeared colder and darker. The image of his damaged eyes stayed with me, along with the pain in his words. The suffering and treachery felt like a vice surrounding me.Lost in my thoughts, my mind whirling from the events of the evening, I wandered the poorly lit halls. Tito's face flashed in my head as I rounded a bend, the way he had stared at me with incredulity and grief. My heart hammered, guilt and rage seething inside me.I had to clear my thoughts and find some sort of control amidst the turmoil I had caused. Then I heard a freezing noise, soft and muted like the scrape of a sword against stone. I whirled around, instincts driving me forward. At the end of the hall, I caught sight of Tito's shadow.Panic tore through me. Could he have come back? Was this some kind of sick joke? I grabbed the sharp knife I always carried at hand in a flash of pure panic and desperation. As I approached the shadow, my breath came quick and jagged. I rais

Gloria POV. After the roasting had subsided, and the air was eerily silent. Glancing at Rhys, who stood motionless, his face set in hard lines, my heart was thumping. Something about that sound had unnerved him, even though he was typically powerful and in charge. His eyes narrowed as if they were attempting to break through the darkness outside, and his jaw tightened—I could see it. I shifted nervously, feeling as though everything was bearing down on me. Already, the impending battle with Marcus loomed large over us, a confrontation that might turn everything around. And suddenly there was this weird, unnerving sound, like a dreadful omen. Rhys looked at Damien and Eric, who were also tense. With a strong and low voice, he stated, "We need to figure out what that was." "We can't afford to ignore it if it's related to Marcus." They nodded, but I felt a wave of panic come over me as they started to depart. Rhys needed to be distracted, so I had to keep him close. I couldn't allow a

Rhys’ POV. Quietly and peacefully, I stood in my quarters and looked out over the pack's territory; the night air was heavy with anxiety. The moon was low in the sky, giving the surroundings a spooky glow. I was aware that the choices I had made today would affect our pack's destinyThere was no room for failure as the enemies to our pack was closer now more than ever. Cench and Pamel had jumped right into their task. They started their preparations a few hours after our encounter. They were the ideal leaders I required because of their silent strength; they would protect our pack and neutralise any dangers before they could get to our door. Eric had informed me of their developments. I was informed of every action they took and every new hire they brought on board. Word quickly got out among the wolves that a new assassination gang dedicated just to me and our cause was emerging. Whispers, anxiety, and anticipation filled the group. By morning on the second day, Cench and Pamel h

Eric’s POV. When we got to Rhys location, we explained all that we where encountering and he decides on our next course of actions. It seemed Rhys had fought a thousand wars from the confidence he portrays and emotionlessness on his face. Tension permeated the air as we headed under darkness towards Marcus's estate. While the other three assassins—Keno, Brant, and Saul—trailed behind, their motions quiet but lethal, Pamel strolled next to me, his eyes sharp and concentrated. The scheme was straightforward but brutal: attack Marcus's family to leave an indelible scar he would never forget. But I felt the weight of what we were going to do more the closer we got. We arrived at the outside edge and slid past the security with trained simplicity. Though Marcus had a sizable estate, we knew just where to go for our targets. Nestled at the rear and encircled by huge, gnarled trees creating lengthy shadows in the dark, was the house his mother and sister inhabited. Just before we arrive