All Chapters of REJECTED; Mated To The Alpha I Hate.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ASTRID'S POVOpening my eyes, the first thing that assaulted me was a wave of pain, regret, and seething hatred that seemed to pulse through my very veins. My body ached from the cold, hard floor I had slumbered on, and my mind was foggy from exhaustion and the emotional strain of the past day.The memories of the previous night came rushing back. I had spent hours crying and pleading at Dane’s study door, my voice raw and hoarse from the constant begging. Each attempt to get through to him had been met with silence, and his refusal to open the door or acknowledge my presence had only deepened the sense of despair I felt.I had hoped—foolishly, it seemed—that we could work things out before nightfall, that somehow, we’d find a way to mend our fractured relationship. But as the hours ticked by, it became increasingly clear how far off I was. Dane’s anger was a force I had never encountered before, an intensity that made me feel more desolate than I had initially.In my desperation,

ASTRID'S POV.The sight of her on her knees, clutching her stinging cheeks with feigned sorrow, made my resolve harden. I could see through her act; it was clear that she wanted something from me, something I was determined not to give.“Guards!” I commanded, my tone icy and unyielding. “Throw her out of the pack, this instant!”“Please, Astrid, it’s almost the full moon. I can’t go out there; besides, I need to explain to Dane as well. Just let me meet him; I need to apologize,” Camilla pleaded, her voice choked with desperation. Tears streamed down her face, adding to her pitiful appearance. Despite her pleading, I remained unmoved, my arms folded tightly across my chest. “Dane isn’t home, and you can't tell that to him yourself so leave!” I snapped, my voice edged with irritation. My mind was heavy with worry, and Camilla’s dramatics only added to my frustration.It struck me as peculiar that Dane had not returned home yet, especially with the full moon approaching. My concern

EDMOND'S POV.I stood with my back to the door, my hands clasped behind me, as I faced the window. The fresh air gently caressed my face, and I sighed in contentment, savoring the moment of tranquility. My gaze was fixed on the ground far below, the scenery seeming distant and blurred as I lost myself in thought.Suddenly, loud noises erupted from behind the door, jolting me from my reverie. A frown settled on my face, my curiosity piqued. What could the maids be up to now? Their commotion was unusual and unwelcome.The door swung open, and Camilla’s face appeared, her expression far from pleased. The displeasure etched on her features only deepened as she stepped into the room, her demeanor growing increasingly agitated.“You sneaky old liar!” she burst out, her voice sharp and accusing. Her words took me by surprise, and I turned to face her, confusion etched on my face.“What’s wrong, Camilla? Why are you here?” I asked, my tone more curious than concerned. Her eyes rolled in

ASTRID'S POV.“Seems good enough; you can leave now,” I instructed the maid who had assisted with preparing breakfast. She gave a polite nod and exited the room, her soft footsteps fading down the hallway.I began arranging the breakfast, carefully dishing out my portion as well as Dane’s. Once the plates were ready, I moved over to the dining table, ensuring everything was in its place: the jugs of juice and coffee, the cups, cutlery, and neatly folded napkins. Each item was set with precision, creating an inviting breakfast setting.After making sure everything was perfectly arranged, I took a final, satisfied look at the table. The meal was prepared, and now all that was left was to call Dane and enjoy our breakfast together.As I started up the stairs to find him, I noticed someone standing midway up by the entrance. It was a male figure with his back turned to me. I could see through the open doorway that Ivar was present, his posture unusually tense. But it was Dane’s deep f

HALFDAN'S POVWith my hands clasped tightly behind my back and my face pressed against the cold windowpane, I let out a long, weary sigh as I stared into the empty street below. My mind felt like a tangled mess, swirling with confusion and frustration.The chaos began the night Dane launched a brutal attack on our group, targeting Camilla with ruthless intent. Since then, my thoughts had been consumed by the question: What was Camilla really after?Camilla’s relentless attempts to end Astrid’s life had been both numerous and unsuccessful. Each time she tried, it seemed to end in failure, yet she showed no sign of giving up. It was as if her determination was boundless, and I couldn’t understand her motives or what she hoped to achieve.I regretted ever agreeing to marry her; the loveless situation I found myself in felt unbearable, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep enduring it.Astrid and I were meant for each other; I still loved her deeply, but she had been taken awa