All Chapters of Rejected by my Choosen Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Felza POVStealthily I made my way to the room of Marcus study. I reached tfor the door knob, squeezed it and the door creaked softly as I pushed it open, the dark room looming before me like a beast waiting to devour its prey. I hesitated for a moment, listening for any sound that might signal someone’s approach. But the mansion was silent, as if holding its breath.Taking a deep breath, I slipped inside, my heart pounding in my chest. The study was just as I remembered—richly decorated with heavy curtains, a large oak desk, and walls lined with bookshelves. But tonight, it felt different. More menacing.My eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the documents Sebastian had mentioned. My mind raced, trying to remember his instructions. "There’s a hidden compartment in the desk," he had told me. "It’s the key to everything."I moved cautiously toward the desk, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified in the stillness. I k

Felza’s POV It was impossible to forget Eric's cold look or Rhys's angry words from before. Their doubts were like a dark cloud over me, casting long shadows that I couldn't get away from. Rhys didn't believe in me.Not precisely. And Eric... his admonition was unambiguous: "You'd better start talking, Felza." Not yet. Not able to. Now, though, my heart hammering in my chest, I questioned whether that had been a mistake as I stood before Marcus' study door. My only chance was the passageway. Sebastian had urged me we had to keep on, regardless of the threats ahead. And so here I was once more, slinking around the estate, heart pounding as I grabbed for Marcus' study door handle. Now, it felt different. This location felt alive with danger, as though every shadow was watching and waiting for me to fall. It was not only full of secrets anymore. I hesitated for a bit then touched my hand to the cool wood. Suppose this were a trap instead. Suppose Marcus was already on the other sid

Felza POV. Standing outside Rhys' room, I felt the weight of the air pushing down on me. Every stride I had taken to reach here seemed weighty, as though I were dragging the whole past behind me. Everything changed the once Eric came out with Isabelle's treachery. Now split, on the brink of anarchy, the pack teetered and I stood in the middle of it all, not sure which side would draw me first. But it was mine, not only the fate of the pack at risk. It was Rhys's. I paused then went to knock on the door. A thousand ideas tore over my brain. Should I share all with Rhys? If I did, Sebastian would find out and I understood the fallout from betraying him. My life might be lost over it. Still, keeping secrets was separating me from all Rhys and I had gone through. No matter how hard you tried to bury the truth, it had a way of surfacing. I took a long breath then knocked. The door opened virtually immediately to show Rhys, dark and stormy eyes. He appeared as though he hadn't slept in

Felza’s POV. Before I could reply, a sudden commotion erupted from the edge of the camp. People were screaming, and there was a sense of panic in the air. Rhys and I exchanged worried looks and rushed toward the source of the disturbance. As we approached, I saw a figure rising from the shadows. It was Isabelle, her face pale and filled with fear. She yelled, "Rhys!" and her voice broke. "I need to talk to you." No time to waste. Rhys's face showed a mix of anger and shock. Question: Isabelle, why are you here? After everything—” Isabelle spoke up, her voice shaking, "I know." "I believe I have lied to you, but please understand this." Marcus is making a much worse plan. He was talking about a gun, and I heard him. Something that could destroy everything. It was like getting hit in the gut by the news. Something? What could Marcus be up to that would be so terrible? Rhys's face showed a lot of different feelings. "Why should I believe you?" After everything—” Isabelle begged,

Felza’s POV. “This is going well for you,” he said in a low, forced voice. I was surprised and blinked. That Rhys was talking to me at all was a surprise because he didn't say nice things very often. "I'm just doing what I need to do," I said in a calm voice. He seemed to be having trouble deciding what to say next. "Feliz... I—" Before he could finish, though, a loud, scary howl cut through the air. It was Marcus here. Chaos broke out in an instant. Battle cries and gunshots filled the night as Marcus's forces attacked the camp. Ready to fight, I drew my knife with a racing heart. Rhys was already running at the enemy. As he cut through the oncoming wolves, his body moved in a way that was very dangerous. I was right behind them and cut and dove as Marcus's men charged at us. Blood smelt and sounded like dogs howling in the air. I could feel the energy rushing through my body. It made me more alert and motivated to fight faster and harder. But I had a bad feeling that something was