All Chapters of Rejected by my Choosen Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rhys POV. The whole room was tense and heavy, and I could feel that everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to make a choice. As I stood there and looked across the table at Axel Hart, my stomach turned. His eyes were steady and calm, but I could feel the burning resolve beneath the surface. It was clear that he wasn't just here for the pack. He was there for her. Felza. The name kept going through my mind, making me feel things I didn't want to deal with. Anger. Traitor. Not sure. It was still hard for me to forget how she had jumped in front of me when Marcus attacked. I was saved by her. But why? To show something? Or because she really cared? I lost track of time. The quiet was broken when Axel cleared his throat. "Rhys, let's get going. Marcus and Sebastian are moving more quickly than we thought they would. Both of our packs are in danger if we don't work together now. Even though his speech was steady, I could tell it was important. He was right. It hurt me that he was rig

Rhys POV. “How could he,” I yelled on top of my voice. “Who did he dare think he was!” I was louder this time. There was not a single bit of happiness in me. I was so pained and annoyed. I felt my entire chest heavy from the rage in my heart. I knew if I hadn’t taken the steps I had taken and fought with the might I had fought with, it would have been a different story altogether. But it was all done now. I was a victor. Though rage was still flowing all through my veins. The sky was a dark, angry grey that matched the storm that was growing inside me. As I stood at the edge of the Bluemoon pack's clearing, I watched as our fighters collected with angry faces and sharp eyes. Every single one of them knew what this battle meant. After today, there was no way to go back. If we lost, more than just our pack would fall apart. That is what we would have fought for our whole lives. Everything I've ever thought was important. I looked at Axel, who was walking back and forth next to me.

Rhys POV. There was a soft, silvery light over the destroyed battlefield from the moon, which was high in the sky. It was strange to be standing there among the wreckage. The silence had come over like a heavy blanket after the roar of war. We had made it. Sebastian had left, Marcus was dead, and the pack was no longer in immediate danger. There was no peace in my heart, though. It was my job as the Alpha to lead and keep my cool even when everything else around me fell apart. Although I felt like I was falling apart right now. With blood still on my hands, I looked down at the dirt and thought about how we could ever really get back on our feet. A familiar smell came towards me, and when I turned around, I saw Felza coming up behind me. She took slow, careful steps, as if she wasn't sure if she should even get closer. Still, dried blood was in her hair, and her clothes were torn and dirty from the fight. Her eyes, on the other hand, held something fragile that touched me deeply.

Rhys POV. The air in the council room made me feel like the whole world was pressing down on my chest, and every breath was a fight. I sat down at the long wooden table and tried to ignore the noise of stress in the room. Stone walls from a long time ago seemed to close in, showing that hard decisions had been made in these rooms for hundreds of years. In contrast, this felt different. I didn't know how to carry this choice and load that I had made. The werewolf council was sitting across from me at the table. Each leader looked down at me with harsh judgement in their eyes. While Elder Jaron, the leader of the group, leaned forward, his eyes got narrow. "You understand why we asked you to come here today, Rhys." It was that kind of deep, authoritative voice that made you sit up straighter even if you didn't want to. "Your indecision is making us weaker, and the future of the pack is in your hands." I tried to hold back my tears by swallowing hard. I could feel Felza's strengt

Felza’s POV. When Jaron said those words, Rhys's whole body tensed up. It broke my heart. We were still gasping for air after the last fight, and now there's... another threat? "One we thought was long gone?" The second time, Rhys spoke in a low, scary voice. "Jason, what are you talking about?" "Who is it?" Jaron walked into the room a little further, and his face was as blank as stone. It seemed like his weight added to the stress that was already there. Before he spoke again, his lips were pressed together into a thin line. Each word was clear and strong. Named Sebastian. The name fell like a stone into a pool of cold water, making the whole room feel spooked.Rhys's face turned pale, and he clenched his hands together. I could feel the colour leaving my face too. To Sebastian. I thought we were done with him after everything we went through. "Sebastian is getting back together," Jaron said next. "And he's not the only one." He's put together a strong new group of wolves and ba