All Chapters of Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elise's Wolf has been agitated all morning ever since she had that conversation with Rygan, and then she found out about the death of her abductor and the nightmare that she could barely remember, but all she knew was that he woke up sweaty and in a panic. And her wolf is on edge. She ended up puking her guts down the porcelain toilet bowl, her body clammy and wet from the cold sweat from her nightmare. It all went back to what Rygan said about her being her father's child, and now she dreamt of her father's chief, Dexton, choking her neck, and she couldn’t call out for anyone while her abductors watched in amusement. Even in a dream, she was trapped with a monster, and she felt like she was stuck. Only the sound of Rygan’s voice had calmed her enough to wake her from sleep paralysis. After that, she couldn’t sleep anymore; her night was spent tossing and turning till dawn; she couldn’t meet him after her nightmares; she stopped her heart from depending on him as s

KYREN’S POV (BACK AT THE DARKNIGHT PACK) I was seething with rage that dreaded day, only one of my assassins made it back to the pack. I wanted to kill him there and then for letting Elise out of his sight and back to those Blackmoon bastards. “I should snap your neck for not fulfilling my task,” I snarled, slamming him against the wall. I didn’t care if his arm was dislocated—a wound he got from his escape. "Please, Alpha, we tried our best, but we were surrounded. We thought we had escaped to hide in the shadows and attack again, but ‘ka’al’ saw us. Rygan saw them; that was their excuse for leaving my most prized wolf in their possession. I was more than pissed. “Tell me everything,” I snarled. “The seer was right; she had fully matured into a wolf, the most magnificent creature I’d ever encountered. Never had I seen a female so majestic; she reminded me of the shadow wolves,” my assassin says. “Shadows, wolf?” I called, finally letting his neck go, and he fell to th

“Why the fucking hell did you think I’d agree to this foolishness of giving her to that bastard? And what the hell are they doing here?” Rygan snarls out in question to his commanders. “I have no clue. We got the message from Alvira. She must have intercepted it and got the elders involved,” Taz says, admitting that even though Alvira did not come, his face betrayed disappointment for Alvira as the elders trooped in. “I’m sure you mean to say that my dear child did right; after the attack on my dear Alana, I have the right to know what goes on outside the pack,” Adeline, Alvira’s mother, notes. She walks with deep pride in the room, her face cold and stoic, and immediately turns to one filled with contempt when she sees Elise. “And we are here to give our decision on the matter at hand; it’s our pack too, and it’s best to give her back to her betrothed,” another elder chimes in. “And you’d think I’d listen to these absurd orders? You dare tell me what to do?” Rygan snarls

Alvira stormed out of the room the minute she told Rygan that she was still going to fight for him no matter what. She hated to see that Elise was still on his mind even after the baby was announced. She couldn’t contain the anger in her heart when she left the moonhouse. She tried hard to keep a kind and gentle facade from the wolves who bowed at her. They still all believed Alvira was a saint. The minute she got into Beddor compounds, her anger knew no bounds. The family servants already knew about her secret tantrum, and they all tried their best to keep away from her chambers when it started. “Alvira, dear, you have to be patient,” her mom Adeline started, but Alvira didn’t want to listen to what she was concerned to say. She stops in her tracks, her eyes laced with tears and fury, as she shouts at her mother. “Mother, can you leave me alone? I thought I specifically told the exact words to say to Rygan to let him finally let that woman leave this pack, but now

Elsie had no idea why she felt so nervous—maybe because she was in the same close space as Rygan and they were alone, or just because his annoyingly handsome face was a few inches from hers. It took a good second before he let go and walked to the other end of the ring. Elise's gaze flicked to the arms resting on his waist; the gesture made his muscles flex as he looked deeply at her. “Get into your sparring stance, El; I want to see how much you’ve been trained,” he instructs Elise. She takes a much-needed deep breath as she gets into position, her hand forming a raised fist, protecting her core and face from any incoming attack. She made sure to let her feet hold down and planted them to the ground. Rygan was impressed by her quick reaction as he shifted into an identical stance. “I want you to pin me down. I want to know how much you’ve learned and how fast we can go to the next stage of your training. His face was stoic as the air calmed and the whole place was quiet.