All Chapters of Rejected by my ex, claimed by the CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damon’s POV I couldn't shake the image of Aurora's face from my mind—the hurt, the anger, and the betrayal. Each emotion flickered like a flame, igniting my concern into something more potent. This was not only about my relationship with Harriet but also Aurora's well-being. I had put her in this position, and now I had to fix it before it spiralled out of control. As Lucas raced off to gather the guards, I felt my heart thunder with the weight of responsibility. I wanted to believe that I could mend things—that I could find Aurora before her pain turned into something irreversible. But how could I undo the damage I had caused? I had to convince her that hurting Harriet wouldn't solve anything; it would only deepen her wounds. With every second ticking by, I felt the distance between us grow. "Stay strong, Aurora," I whispered, wishing my words could reach her. "I’ll find you. I will put things right for everyone.” Standing there, the weight of my decisions pressed down on

“Where?” “She's in Paris, Alpha Damon. She's with another man.” My heart sank like a stone at the thought of Harriet being in Paris with another man. The vision of her laughing and sharing intimate moments with someone else clawed at my insides, threatening to pull me under. Suddenly, the urgency that had filled my veins just moments ago twisted into a suffocating despair. “Alpha?” One of my guards whispered, pulling me back from the brink of my spiraling thoughts. “What are your orders?”I shook my head, trying to dispel the haunting image of Harriet with someone else. I had to focus. I couldn’t allow my personal turmoil to endanger my pack.“Change of plans,” I said, my voice steady but low. “We need to head to the airport. If she’s in Paris, that’s where we’ll find her.” I had no detailed plan; I knew I couldn't leave things as they were. I had to confront her to see the truth straight from her lips.“How did you find out?” “It was Beta Lucas. He managed to get the information f

Harriet’s POV Taking a deep breath I set my phone aside and forced myself to focus on the present moment, I wanted to push all thoughts of my ex from my mind. The delicious aroma of crossings and strong coffee enveloped me like a thick blanket. I loved it here in Paris and didn’t want to have to leave. Being here felt right, especially with Gino by my side. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my tummy at the thought of him kissing me. Gazing up at the perfectly clean windows of the cafe, I saw the cobblestones streets busy with passerbys lost in their conversations. It seemed to blend in well with the music from the street musicians. Everyone seemed so happy and in love around here. “What are you dreaming about there?” Gino returned with a small smile on his lips as he slid into his seat. “Oh, nothing just thinking how lovely it is here.” I admitted unable to keep the smile off of my face. “It feels like a movie.” “Or a romantic novel.” He teased. His eyes sparked as he spoke.

The view from the large glass windows was mesmerizing, but it offered little comfort against the rising tide of insecurity brewing within me. Paris, the City of Light, where dreams sparkled against a canvas of architecture and culture—yet standing there, I felt only shadows creeping in, darkening the vibrant view. With Gino in the spotlight, I knew he was likely unaware of my turmoil. The confident persona he projected was contagious, illuminating the room and capturing the attention of everyone in attendance. But there I stood, seemingly invisible, trapped in a whirlwind of self-doubt. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching people move below like fragments of a bustling movie scene. Couples strolled hand in hand, laughing and sharing, their carefree spirits contrasting starkly with my internal struggle. I felt like an outsider to my own life, stuck in a narrative where I had yet to define my role. In the quiet behind the din of the meeting, my mind wandered b

I took a deep breath, leaning against the counter, searching for clarity amidst the conflicting thoughts swirling in my mind. The café buzzed with energy—the clink of cups, hushed conversations, laughter. All of it felt distant, like I was watching from behind a glass wall, unable to break through. “Harriet?” Gino’s voice pulled me back to the present, concern etched on his face. “You alright? You seem… off.” “Yeah, I’m okay,” I lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Just... a bit overwhelmed by everything.” “Look, I really appreciate you being here,” he said, his tone less casual now. “But I need you to be all in. You’re not just my assistant; you’re an integral part of this. I value your insight.” I nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. I knew he saw my potential, but did he truly understand the depth of my insecurities? That his validation was like air to me, essential yet elusive? “I want to be,” I said, my voice faltering. “But sometimes it fee