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 had 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. When I got to her, I brushed her hair away from her face as I let out a small sigh. If only she had agreed willingly but she didn’t. And Willow’s abstinence forced my hand. She made me do this. I told my

Willow The priest was about to say something but before he could, we heard a voice. “Enough.” The rain was still pouring down heavily and it was blurring my vision and I was feeling so cold, but none of it mattered. Not the cold, not the wet clothes clinging to my skin, and definitely not the ache in my limbs from whatever drug Carter had used on me earlier. All I could see was him- standing there, looking infuriatingly calm as if he hadn’t just flipped my entire world upside down. I instantly felt my anger rise again as I curled my hands into fists by my side. My heart was pounding wildly against my chest and my blood boiled with anger. Seeing him only made everything worse. “You,” I hissed, taking a step forward, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the rain. Carter met my gaze without flinching, his expression unreadable. He gave a quick nod toward the priest, a silent dismissal. The man bowed once, then disappeared back and walked back to the temple without a word, a

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