All Chapters of Rejected By My Best Friend And Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHRIS'S POV Running. Running. I must get home. 'Go back,' Rock pleaded. 'No.' Rock whined and kept pushing forward. Running. Then I scented her. Sam. She was near. I stopped in my tracks. But we were far from home. I looked around, trying to figure out where the scent was coming from, sniffing the air. She was nearby, though. I could tell. I targeted the direction and started running again. Breaking into a clearing, a squeal and a growl greeted me as the sight of Sam and Zeke came into view. I shifted, falling onto the ground in a sweaty heap. "Sam, you're here." She rushed over to me, grabbing my shoulders. "Chris! What are you doing here? Where's Vivian?" I looked up into her beautiful green eyes. "She's with Blackmoon. I escaped. I had to get back to you. I tried to take her with me, but she refused to come with me." Zeke stepped forward. "You idiot. We were coming to save you both." Sam

VIVIAN'S POV "What are you going to do with me, Sarah?" Sarah remained silent, guiding us through the forest. We'd been walking for well over an hour, it felt like, and she hadn't said a word. "Sarah. You could at least say something." "Could you at least call me Sam in front of the boys?" She finally spoke. And it was to ask me to call her by her fake name in front of her boys. Ha. "As if." She shot me a look. "It'd be better for Chris if you did." "Are you going to keep playing that card?" "Of course I am. As long as it gets me what I want." "You're pathetic." "I saved you. You don't know what kind of life you were about to have with Killian." Did she even hear herself? She saved me by putting a knife to my throat just to bring me back 'home' to torture me in some weird way she wasn't telling me yet. "You didn't save me. You have some ulterior motive."

KILLIAN'S POV "We're going to Greywood." Marcus laughed. "You can't be serious. They're not going to welcome us there." "Then we'll make them," I argued. "That's where Sarah took her. I'm sure of it. And whatever she has planned for Vivian, I'm sure it's not good." Marcus stared at me. "You're serious." I nodded. "And I'm coming with you. We're not just sending patrols. I'll meet with the Alpha, and we'll demand they release Vivian from their pack." "Are you sure Vivian will like being torn from her pack?" "I'm not giving her that choice right now. She can hate me later." He patted me on the shoulder. "Okay, let's go save our Luna." I grinned. "Knew I could count on you." "You're the Alpha. Like I have much of a choice?"*****VIVIAN'S POV "One, two, three," Sarah's voice echoed down the hall. I groaned. Not the visitor I wanted right now. But

ZEKE'S POV "She did this," Samantha said softly, rubbing my shoulders. I nodded, staring at the empty cell. Of course, she did. She and Blackmoon. Our compound lay in shambles, the fires now out. Luckily, none of our pack members were hurt except for a few burns that would be healed by now. But this was a declaration of war. First, she had killed my father, the Alpha of our pack, and then her lover had burned down our compound to break her out. I'd undoubtedly have support in declaring war now against Blackmoon. Turning around, leaving Samantha to follow me, I left the jail and headed to where I knew the pack would be outside waiting for me to speak. I was waiting to hear what I would do as my first official act as Alpha. Stepping outside, I saw a mixture of fear and anger across my pack's faces, but anger outweighed the fear. I grabbed a nearby chair and climbed up, steadying myself. Silence fell over everyone, waiting for m

VIVIAN'S POV I was warm. But not too warm. My head felt dizzy, but other than that, I felt okay. Opening my eyes slowly, the sun hurt but was a welcome sight. Looking around, I saw Killian slumped in a chair beside my bed, fast asleep. Slowly sitting up, I pressed my hand to my head, willing the groggy feeling to disappear. How long was I out? Killian stirred. I wasn't sure what time it was, but it couldn't be too early based on the sun. But sleeping in a chair, he was probably tired, and I should have let him sleep a little bit longer. Pulling back the covers, I looked down and saw I wore nothing but panties and a shirt. So much for getting out of bed. I muttered to myself, "Wonder who took the liberty to undress me." "It was definitely me." I jumped at the sound of Killian's voice. "You're awake." "So are you. How are you feeling?" "Fine," I said, watching as he stretched, his shirt pulling up and sh