All Chapters of Chasing his rejected mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Third-party POV Paige’s thoughts drifted to her mate, Alpha Damian, as she stood in his bedroom looking out the window. Despite her efforts to quell the feelings that stirred within her, she couldn’t deny the inexplicable pull she felt towards him. It was a bond forged by the moon goddess, one she had tried tirelessly to break, yet it only seemed to grow stronger. Paige’s mind wandered back to when she found out that Alpha Damian was her mate. She had never imagined herself bound to a notorious wolf. Yet the moon goddess had other plans, intertwining their destinies in a way that she could never have anticipated. She had always dreamed of finding true love, of experiencing the kind of deep connection that transcended time and space. But now, her heartbeat for the very wolf she had once despised-a cruel twist of fate that left her feeling conflicted and lost. The sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention, and she tensed as Alpha Damian appeared behind her, his arms encircli

Alpha Jacob’s POV. I made my way to Sonya’s quarters. My thoughts were consumed by my son who was now missing. Every fiber of my being urged me to keep Claire close, to protect her from any potential harm while I searched for our child. My wolf snarled viciously to bind her to our bed, to ensure her protection while it ventured out in search of our child. But as much as my wolf clamored for her safety, I knew Claire was more than capable of defending herself. She possessed remarkable knowledge and abilities that surpassed even my own, and I trusted her to hold her ground while she was about to leave. Still, the ache in my chest grew with every step away from me. The instinct to keep her close, to shield her from any danger. I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside my fears and insecurities for the sake of our family. Coming across Sonya’s home I barged in without knocking, the sight before me caught me off guard. There she was, scrubbing the floor with a dishe

Third-party POV. Oracle Paige crept into the room where Mike was being held captive, heart ached at the sight of the young child tied up and helpless. She knew she had to act quickly to save him from further harm. “I will take over feeding the child, you may leave,” I ordered. With a commanding tone, the Oracle Paige ordered the pack warriors out of the room, her voice brooking no argument. She couldn’t risk any interference as she moved to take matters into her own hands. Ignoring Alpha Damian’s protests, the Oracle Paige approached Mike and untied him. She would not allow her mate to carry out his twisted plan, no matter the cost. As the pack warrior reluctantly left the room, Oracle Paige approached Mike, her movement, movements gentle to untie him from his restraints. She could see the fear and confusion in his eyes, but she knew she had to remain calm and reassuring. Alpha Damian and his pack members were planning to withdraw blood from Mike and insert it into his veins, a

Alpha Jacob’s POV. Rushing back to the pack’s clinic, my heart raced with a mixture of concern and fury. Concern, because I feared something might be wrong with Claire, and fury, directed inwardly, fueled by the realization that if anything had happened to her, it would be entirely my fault. I should have never let her go alone, should have insisted on accompanying her, or even restrained her if necessary. But now, faced with the possibility of her being hurt or worse, I could feel the rage boiling inside me, directed at my shortcomings and failures as her mate. I blocked out anyone from mind-linking me, I didn’t want to hear anything. I wanted to see Claire for myself. Upon entering the clinic I followed my mate’s distinctive scent which for some odd reason had changed. I gritted my teeth in anger. If anything had happened to Claire, if she was suffering because of my negligence, I would never forgive myself. Entering the clinic, my heart clenched at the sight of Claire lying i

I smiled happily. A flood of tenderness swept over me as Mike curled into a comfortable sleep, snug in his bed. As I gazed over him, I was overcome by a wave of protectiveness; my heart ached from the immense love I had for my baby. The thought of leaving him, even for a moment, filled me with a sense of unease. He was my everything, my reason for living, and I would do anything to keep him safe from harm. When Mike recounted his ordeal, my heart clenched with a mixture of relief and anger. I was grateful that they hadn’t harmed him physically, but the thought of my sweet boy being tied up and forced to sleep in a chair filled me with vengeance. With each word Mike said, the rage simmered within me, fueled by the wrongdoing of what had happened to my son. I traced the faint marks around his hand, with an image of the unease it took to hold those responsible accountable. The door creaked open, and Alpha Jacob entered the room, his presence instantly comforting. I felt a rush of w