All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Slave: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-One (Sheila’s POV) Darkness. A well of darkness. Lost in the sea of darkness with no one but myself floating with no sense of direction. Where was I? How long have I been stuck in here? I don’t know how long or what must have happened as I felt trapped and so cold the cold sinking deeper. A tear. Then voices. I could hear him talking to me words I couldn’t decipher or what he meant but that tear cracked the ice that kept me trapped in this cage and warmth crept back into my skin burning me up until being here felt like torture and next… My eyes squinted with a tight wince on my lips as I begrudgingly try to peel it apart and saw the unfamiliar room, the golden curtains and luxurious items spaced apart and the feel of the lushness of the pillow and mattress I laid even the material I laid in and the velvet that my skin was wrapped in. Where was this place and h

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-Three (Sheila’s Pov) Diana has kept me company for a little while introspective of the healer’s command that I get more rest but I hated the idea of lazing in a spot when for weeks I’ve never moved a muscle. The need to jump in grass, feel the lick of the sun on my skin, smell the pine of the earth and just breathe cleaner and neutral air except for the confines of the room I’ve been in since I woke up. Everything is done for me, making me feel some different kind of way. My nostrils are filled with different scents of flowers and oils followed by the dimly lit room. The sun not so much is allowed contemplating on my limitations. I didn't hear when the door of the chamber was opened and a figure was walking in my direction. Tagon? What was he doing here? “How do you feel?” He beat me to ask. “What are you doing here? Are you sad that I didn’t die like you expected or you’re

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Five (Sheila’s POV) “Please do this just once,” I pouted earning an eye roll from Diana who came as she promised to keep me company on the Alpha’s instructions I shouldn’t be left out until every scar on my skin is fully healed and I’m strong enough but I feel great already but what can I say to an arrogant and stubborn king who commands and the world falls to his feet? Two more days in here without doing anything is rubbing off badly on my normal lifestyle but right here I do nothing but sleep, eat and stare over a thousand times at the beautiful curtains, admire the nice frames, eye the intrinsic artefacts and smell the sweet perfumes. There was no need getting myself wrapped up in this when it would only be for a short while and I’ll be sent back to my rightful place, the Slaves quarters. It felt as a luxurious prison with very little to do with the outside world except for Diana’s g

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Seven (Sheila’s POV)Waking up on a soft mattress, a flamboyant bedroom and being fed to stupor with staff at every turn wasn’t the life I expected waking up to. Growing up in the slave quarters sleeping on a hard cold floor was the normal routine, being able to sleep with food on your stomach and a warm shawl around your neck was considered a privilege. A terrible existence words fail to describe how it felt and waking up to see how things have changed in a few weeks gladdens my heart but not entirely. My mission being brought back here was to do what I must to survive the hell of slavery but his confession on hiding my mother somewhere had me spirited and formed a new goal altogether. It wasn’t just for me alone but for mom and the rest of the Slaves in White Peak Pack. I’d promised to do what it takes to free them and make them relate with the freeborns cause they deserve everything the

Alpha’s Rejected slave Chapter Twenty- Nine Sheila’s POVThe few days that stumbled by I kept to myself in secrecy and with my little knowledge of medicines got my ankle taken care of and about the bleeding it wasn’t a serious injury as it was a direct result of the hit. Few times Tagon tried to come see me I pretended to be fast asleep or led him on that I was hurting and needed more bed rest bidding time till I went back to my slave quarters. The morning before I left, hurrying back to the slave quarter, I knew my bed and I had picked up my uniform and hurriedly went to the working field. The stares from the rest of the females didn’t affect me. If they knew the trials I've encountered then their little hurtful stares were nothing. The work wasn’t too tasking but the sun decided to burn too hot that left sweat running all over my back, forehead and palm. I finished up and went to the bathing stall to wash. After that, I returned to my quart