All Chapters of Rejected by the Beta, Craved by the Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Willow A small groan slid past my lips as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. For the first few seconds, I couldn't feel any part of my body, nor could I feel the very surface I was laying on. If I was laying down, that is. Slowly, I turned to my right and only when I was done did I realize I had probably just made the worst mistake ever. Jolts of pain spread through my body. Like a really sharp needle had pricked the most sensitive part of my body, I pressed my eyes shut in nothing but pain. The sensation went on for hours, or if I was trying to be more accurate, a maximum of twenty seconds. I had barely recovered from the shock when a dull throb at the back of my head began to form. This time, I did nothing to mask my groan. With everything in me, I let out a gutteral cry. Tears pricked the back of my eyes and with the huge lump lodged in the base of my throat, I wanted nothing more than to scream my lungs out. Apparently, screaming had a penalty of its own. Not knowing

Carter. I knew I shouldn't feel bad, that was the only possible outcome after I had spiked her drink. If I was being honest, I knew that was going to happen. What I didn't expect was me feeling bad after seeing Willow passing out again for the second time. It was different this time though. Why? Because I was the sole cause of her slipping into an unconscious state this time around. I knew it wasn't right. If you wanted, one could even say it was a cruel thing to do, but in my opinion it was a necessity. It was mandatory even. After I watched Willow's body topple onto my bed, I roughly counted up to five. I needed to make sure she was no longer conscious for me to be able to do what I had planned. After a full blown five seconds and some extra minutes, I tiptoed towards Willow. I picked her up from the bed, caressed her lovely face before carrying her bridal style downstairs and into the car. I knew what I was doing was practically insane but what choice did I have now? I wasn'

Carter I watched the scene in front of me with careful eyes. No matter how much I tried to think about it, and how I didn't try, it didn't change anything. Nothing could change the scene I'd just walked in on. Willow was just about to confess her feelings and not just to anyone, one of the elders at that too. What if I hadn't walked in when I did? Would she really have said that? My jaw ticked uncontrollably. I didn't even want to think about what would have happened if she had said it. I would be the laughing stock no doubt, and even with all the power I held, I wasn't sure I would be able to stop the rumors from spreading, and if they did.... No. I cut myself off. immediately, I shook my head, willing the thoughts to go away. They were unnecessary and instead of dwelling on what could have been, I had the opportunity to push things in the direction that I wanted. "Alpha?" it was the elder, and his voice was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. "Is that you? I didn't qu

Carter The rain poured relentlessly, the thick glass windows muting out the sounds of droplets hitting the roof. I sat in a baby blue, thick leather chair facing an even thicker oak desk. It wasn't comfortable, not even in the slightest. Mother liked to make her visitors squirm. And squirm I did. I tapped my foot restlessly on the plush carpeting and my fingers drummed on the solid armrest. I busied myself by looking around even though I'd been in this office countless times. I remembered jumping from the high oak table to the floor, trying to tuck and roll as I did. God, I was so little then. What was I? Maybe four? The office had looked like its own mini kingdom and the desk had been so enormous in my eyes. It was still imposing, the office still the grandest in the house. I still admired everything about it but I wasn't four anymore. I looked straight at my mother. Her head was down as she alternated between writing away on a notepad and typing on the keyboard of her computer

Willow's Pov Carter's room was enormous. I'd never been in it before. The bed alone took up nearly half the space which was perfect, even if we did sleep on the same bed, we wouldn't be too close to each other. The creamy white sheets felt soft and comfortable,I had to hold myself back from jumping into them. Just as Carter had said, my things had been transferred to his room. My bathrobe was hung beside his in the bathroom and my fluffy white slip ons were placed just underneath my side of the bed. My makeup kit and skin care products were neatly arranged on a bigger and more beautiful dressing table. I had stared at it in awe when I first entered. The ornate wood was intricately carved with beautiful images of birds and flowers and the wood curved out into two swans perched atop the big mirror. It even had lights affixed to the edges. It looked like something out of a movie star's dressing room. It was obviously new, as were a lot of things in the room. There was