All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha: Mated to the savage Lycan: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

ANNA KYLIN CHESTERA VEIN THROBBED in Jones’s forehead like it was going to burst. I had a wry smile on my face as I tried to remember the medical term for a burst vein and how to treat it. An emergency surgery perhaps. His face was twisted, changing through different emotions at the same time. This was the most emotion I have seen in his face since all the time that I have known him. After struggling to find his voice for the next few minutes, he stood up abruptly and said, “I better go call Rick.“ He hurried out of the office and closed the door firmly behind him. He could have mind linked and called Rick to the office, but I knew he wanted some space away from me. I chuckled at the thought. “Was it that easy to become someone who is immediately hated and feared?“ I wondered. I raised my hand up to my face and examined it, looking for any changes. They were still the same - bright yellow, smooth, and fine-skinned - like how a doctor’s should be. Why should it be any different?

MITCH CHESTERAS HE LEFT the howl gathering and headed to the packhouse, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his mind raced and tried to think of what was wrong. He pushed the heavy doors open to see the nannies surrounding Aiden. All the children were quiet, white with fear, and were watching with wise eyes. "What is wrong with him?" Mitch asked, pushing aside the women in front of him. Hilda held Mitch and said, "He started running a temperature a few minutes after we locked in." She led the way to the corner of the room where Aiden was lying on a blanket, he was shivering and his teeth were chattering loudly. "We have been trying to bring his temperature down since we noticed, but we don't know..." He barged his way through and crouched beside the blanket. He touched Aiden's forehead and almost drew his hand back. "He's burning up." He gasped. "I called for another bowl of cold water," one of the nannies said, wringing a napkin dry and using it to pat Aiden'

ANNA KYLIN CHESTERI WAS WAITING for any sort of feedback from Alphonso. He had been very pleased to do exactly as I said without any argument. Disregarding my better judgment of having protection with me, I had told Alphonso to make his way back to the mountain Alps on his own and warn Mitch, leaving me alone with all the unknown danger in the pack. Knowing him, he was going to run all the way to the mountain Alps without stopping unless he was close to passing out of fatigue. I made sure to emphasize on how urgent it was that he got to Mitch.I remained in my room, fiddling with a straw as I went through my mail and watched the news. There was no new thing in the news. People were still disappearing; I noted that this time, the influential son of a mogul from Italy was among the missing persons. Were these the works of Vladimir again? I wondered. What was he planning? Had Mitch gotten in touch with Vorenus since that day? Does he know more about the vampire king's plan?These thou

ANNA KYLIN CHESTER I WAS STRESSED. We had been at this for far longer than I expected. I looked at the large overhead clock. I had been standing here for almost 4 hours.According to the CT scan, the placenta was wrapped around the neck of the baby, holding him back. So, all her pushes were futile. Getting slightly frustrated at being here for longer than I expected, my mind kept on drifting to the call I was expecting from Alphonso, and also to my son.I sighed and placed a hand on Reine's thigh. I eased a bit of her pain using my Luna powers. The human nurses who were assisting me were also exhausted."Doctor," a nurse said to me. I turned and she said, "The husband is outside. He wants to speak with you."I sighed again. It's about time. "Have a break," I told them. "But keep a close watch on her. Make sure her blood pressure does not drop any lower than this." They nodded at me as I walked out. I snapped the latex gloves from my hands and dropped them into a trash can as I went

ANNA KYLIN CHESTERI WALKED OUT of the delivery theater and went to the waiting room. Rick looked like he had aged more than a decade in the few hours Reine was in labor. His hair was in disarray and his eyes were blood shot. Jones was seated in a vinyl chair behind him, going through a magazine.Rick hurried to me as soon as I stepped out and he enveloped me in his arms tightly. “Thank you, Anna,” he whispered to my ear. “Thank you.” I know I must smell like hospital and blood, but he did not seem to mind.I rubbed his back briefly and pulled away. “Have you seen her?” I asked, pulling the hair cover from my head.He nodded. “They said they are taking her into recovery.”“Yes,” I told him. “I had previously thought that the child would be born premature, but she seems to be doing very fine.”“Except for the part where she did not cry as soon as she was born,” Rick whispered. “Reine did not have to tell me. I was out here all through and I did not hear it. I could feel Reine’s despair