Alle Kapitel von Rejected By My Best Friend And Alpha: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

CHRIS'S POV Zeke immediately became an Alpha-hole on this trip. Not only did he act like he knew everything, which he did not, but he also acted like Vivid's plan was pure gold, which it was not. These two had no idea what they were getting all of us into. They're lucky I had chosen to come along. Blackmoon was unpredictable. We'd attempted to make alliances with their pack before but failed. We had a mutual understanding that we should leave one another alone. And now, these two were barging into their territory. Alpha Zade would not be happy with this at all. I should drag them both back kicking and screaming but with the both of them, it would make it more difficult. If it was just Vivid, I'm sure I could manage. Zeke complicated things. Damn him for encouraging her. They walked ahead, whispering to each other, occasionally looking back at me. Let them talk about me. I didn't care. They'd always been like that. Thick as thieves. I just hated how Zeke treated Viv

CHRIS'S POV Big Stick, aka Marcus, wasted no time in grabbing me to bring me back to my cell once Vivid agreed to be his Luna, sealing their deal with a kiss that felt worse than the blow he landed in my gut. I struggled against Marcus's hold, screaming for Vivid, who looked back, regret etched on her face. Killian jerked her forward, almost causing her to stumble. Then they were rounding the corner, and she was gone. Marcus laughed, pulling me back down the hall, his grip on my neck tightening. "Stand down. Even if you did get to her, Alpha Killian would tear you to shreds." I growled, Rock begging to be released. But they had something in the air here, stopping him. There would be no shifting. Fine. Bring me back to my cell. I was next to Zeke. I didn't get along with him, but after I told him, maybe he’d stop giving me the cold shoulder, and we could plan to save Vivid together. Coming to my cell, Marcus unlocked the door and shoved me inside. "I'll bring your dinne

VIVIAN'S POV "You're not going to tell me something like that and leave it at that. I'm tired of it. You want me to be your Luna, and you're dangling knowledge over my head like I'm an idiot. You either start telling me something, or I'm gone," I snapped. I was done with his games. I kept the look on my face stern, hoping Killian could see how serious I was. My thoughts went straight to Chris, but I hoped he wouldn't call my bluff. If he did, I'd fold. I couldn't risk Chris. But I needed answers. I couldn't be in the dark anymore. "Fine. Sit down. And I'll give you something." I continued glaring at him as I sat, keeping my eyes on him. I couldn't break and let him know how nervous I really was. Keep in check, Vi. "Go on." Killian sat, leaning forward on his fist, staring me down. "Blackmoon is dying; I wasn't lying about that." "How? Why?" "I'm not going into the nitty gritty, but you've realized we'r

KILLIAN'S POV "What are you going to do?" Marcus asked. "Send a healer to...him. There's obviously something wrong with him, and she requested it." Marcus scoffed. "I say let him suffer and let whatever is eating him take him out. Then we don't have to let whatever is between him and my future Luna worry us anymore." I grabbed his shirt. "Because that's the sort of footing I want to start with her. Killing someone she cares about." Marcus squirmed in my hold, looking away. "I'm sorry, Alpha. You're right. I'll get a healer to look at him immediately." I released my grip. "It doesn't seem like an ordinary sickness. It came on too quickly. Make sure it's the right kind of healer. Whatever he has could spread like wildfire, and we don't have the magic to contain it." He nodded. "You're right. It's not just about him. We need to protect the pack, too." I slapped him on the back. "Now you're see

CHRIS'S POV "Get away from me," I snarled. Killian had sent me one of his supposed healers as if I was some sick pup that needed attention. But I was okay. I just needed to be released and allowed to return to where I belonged. Instead, I was stuck in a cage, being coaxed by some middle-aged female shifter to come closer so they could look at me in the eyes and see something. They didn't need to look in my eyes. They didn't need to look at anything. They just needed to get the fuck away from me and let me out of this cage so I can see Sam. Smart, beautiful Sam. Her name felt like a vice grip on my heart. I ran to the bars, gripping them and screaming at the healer, "Let me out of here before I tear your fucking head off!" She backed off, her eyes wide. She turned towards the guard who had stood neutral beside her until now but kicked at the bars. "Get the fuck back. You act like that, and I'll send her away, and you can die i