REJECTED; Mated To The Alpha I Hate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

DANE'S POV.Seeing her fast asleep made me feel like the happiest man in the world. My heart was overflowing with joy. It was almost too good to be true that I had someone like Astrid right by my side all along, and I nearly lost her because of my own anger and jealousy.We've been making good progress recently, working hard together to improve our relationship. However, poor Astrid seems to face one problem after another, never getting a moment's peace.As she slept peacefully, I gently tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. My eyes rested on her lips for a brief moment, and I lightly traced the outline of her nose with my fingers, savouring the quietness of the moment.She mumbled softly in her sleep, scrunching up her nose in a way that made her look incredibly cute and endearing. As she shifted and turned her back to me, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of admiration for her beauty. The sight of her peaceful, sleeping form stirred a possessive obsession within

HALFDAN'S POV.Fueled by a seething anger that felt like fire running through my veins, I stormed out of the room. My frustration reached its peak as I slammed the door behind me, the crash echoing like thunder in the silence of the mansion.“Alpha Halfdan, are you…” Beta Drake began to call out, his voice trailing off as he caught sight of me. I didn’t glance back, didn’t flinch at the interruption, and didn’t care about his concern. Every step I took was driven by a fierce determination to avoid any further confrontation. I marched out of the grand mansion, my rage propelling me forward. Once outside, I threw myself into the waiting taxi with a sense of urgency and purpose, eager to escape the suffocating presence of Camilla.“Where to, Alpha?” The driver’s voice held a note of recognition as he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.“Any closest bar!” I barked out, my voice sharp with irritation. Without a moment’s delay, he roared the engine to life, and the taxi lurched forwar

CAMILLA'S POV.I moved alongside him, each of his steps unsteady as he staggered with every few paces. I did my best to support him, holding him up to keep him from collapsing, but my mind was in a whirlwind. The aftermath of the fight had left me deeply unsettled. Not only had he hit me, but he had also pushed me away, and now, seeing him in such a state; drunk and disoriented, was disconcerting.He managed to make his way to the bed and sank down onto it with a tired, almost defeated sigh. As he mumbled incoherently in a few hushed tones, I strained to understand his words, but they remained unclear and jumbled. I watched him closely, trying to piece together what was happening.The phrase “I want my Astrid back!” echoed repeatedly in my mind. It was as if his drunken state was only amplifying his desperation, but it didn't make sense to me. What did being drunk have to do with his desire to reclaim her? What was going on inside his head? His actions and words were frustrating,

ASTRID'S POV.The car ride was quiet, but the silence was heavy. I couldn’t help but notice that Dane kept looking at me with his eyes fixed on mine for longer than necessary. It made me feel uneasy and on edge, as if his gaze was holding me back from collecting my thoughts. I had anticipated a private drive with just Dane, but Beta Ivar was driving us, which added to my confusion and made it harder to figure out Dane's intentions or plans.“Are you sure you're okay?” Dane asked, breaking the silence. His voice was filled with concern, which was typical of him; he never kept his feelings or thoughts hidden. At that moment, I desperately needed a quiet place to process my thoughts and find some inner peace. I wanted to avoid any more conversations that would only make me worry about how my problems might affect him.“I’m fine, Dane; I told you it was just a hallucination,” I said, lying once again. I had seen how enthusiastic Dane was when he announced our outing, and now I felt a

CAMILLA'S POV.The atmosphere between Halfdan and me remained unchanged, exactly as he had declared. True to his word, he refused to speak to me or even acknowledge my presence. It was as though I had become invisible to him; he kept his gaze firmly fixed elsewhere, completely ignoring my existence.I found myself casting occasional furtive glances in his direction. Despite the tense silence and the absurdity of our situation, a part of me still missed the love we once had. The absence of our usual interactions left a void that I couldn't easily ignore. Perhaps, I hoped, once the mess with Astrid was resolved, he might regain his clarity and reconsider his love for me.The quiet of the dining hall was broken by a knock on the door. Both of us turned our heads towards the entrance, the sound pulling us out of our trance moments.“Come in,” Alpha Halfdan’s voice was curt and commanding. The door opened slowly, and Beta Drake entered the room. He carried a container in his hand, his