All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Slave: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty Two Sheila’s POV (Few days later) Changed into a light fabric linen dress that flowed to the floor after a soul wash, wiping my hair off water with a towel and oiling the root with a six herbal oil. A shy smile tugged on my lips at the preparation tonight. The smell of roses and wild sweet flowers infiltrated my nostril, staring at the mirror at my reflection I could stop myself from grinning with a wide blush. Satisfied about my look I quietly shut the door to my chamber and headed to a different chamber. Got to his chamber and with a slight push his doors gave away as I walked in. His back turned as he watched outside his window at the full moon with a faraway look plastered in his eyes. “Do you remember the night you sneaked over to the slave's den and we watched the night sky till the moon approached and disappeared but

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Four Sheila’s POV A cough spasms my chest, peering my eyes open. The first sight I see is the empty bed spot. A sad pain pierced through my chest. He didn’t stir my sleep for fear it would affect the baby’s health. Since I got pregnant he’s been extremely careful to make the pregnancy a smooth, and easy process. Our coupling reduced to a buttery smooth activity not to hurt our baby. It was my first pregnancy, and it was advised we observe every rule but I don’t care being away from him for a second is displeasing. I touched the growing baby bump blowing it a kiss before sliding out of bed and took a glance at the mirror staring at my hair and the trails of sleep. The next few minutes I soaked my body in herbal wash, cleaned my hair, and changed into a nice long gown before hurrying to have breakfast at the empty dining table. Eating without him felt bored b

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Six Sheila’s POV Blood. So much blood. My lips tasted of blood, fingers covered in dried blood, blood flowed out and in me. I smelled of blood, and breathed blood. My vision was covered in darkness but the little conscious thought strolled behind. “Hurry, she's bleeding…” That voice again. I feel strange hands taking me off, placing me on a soft mattress, pulling my blood drenched clothes and performing acts of cleaning, plus different foreign things I couldn’t make them to be and as time flew my consciousness was totally knocked off. How long has it been, when I felt my being? Consciousness slowly grips back to base, pulling me out of the ditch. My fingers trembled, my lips swollen and stinged of dehydration. It took every aura in my soul to tear an eyelid open. The scent of orchid, and other herbal plants burning in the room whipped my nostrils pun

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Eight Sheila’s POV The tears came crashing down slowly to an extent my dress was soaked with tears, and low sobs filled the room. The journal fell off my weak grip as a tore sob rang deep within. My heritage has been a lie. The journal content documented where I was picked up, my family, and who they were. According to the journal and the content written by Salina. My original birth mother was the Luna of a defunct Pack and my father an Alpha, who befriended king Asyrian. Unbeknownst to him Asyrian has dubious intentions to steal and make himself wealthy through greedy schemes. He hacked my father to death and locked my mother in a dungeon as she was already pregnant for my father and was a few weeks due to deliver. My mother then Luna pleaded to her right hand and most trusted servant, Salina, to take the baby as hers and protect it. That night she delivered a

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy Sheila’s POV “Rosalia escaped.” The cut edge tone, the way it fell from his lips the second I walked into our chamber and met him mopping the floor in thoughts of agitation sprinting from every pores in his skin radiating with tension and anger. The silence that follows I could hear my heart beat thumping loudly in my chest. What! “The baby. Our baby is in danger. She isn’t right in the head to cater to herself and her condition.” Tears coursing my tear duct, worry tugging in my chest. How would she cope outside in the wild, cold and without food and safe warm shelter? What would happen to the child she’s carrying, exposing it to risks? Any moment a few weeks to come she might deliver the healer has marked me due in a week time and our pregnancies aren’t far apart. I tried my hardest to get information from the maids Tagon instructed in her welfare, and they kept on narrating how her bump