All Chapters of The King’s Rejected Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emma's POVThe moment Alaric disappeared into the woods, a sly grin curled onto my lips, and my tears vanished as though they'd never existed. I leaned back against the tree, tilting my head to the side as a soft giggle escaped me. "Poor, sweet Alaric," I muttered to myself in amusement. "So noble, so predictable." I wiped away the remnants of fake tears, letting my gaze drift to the canopy above. Everything was falling right into place. "Nic, Nic, Nic," I whispered mockingly, the name rolling off my tongue with disdain. "I promise you, Alaric, you will never find him ever.” I leaned forward as I brought out a silver pen, something that had always been passed down from generation to generation in my lineage. Very small and priceless. I wonder what Charlotte sees in it, but I don't care. When she asked for this as a price to get involved in my façade, in testifying against Nicole, I totally agreed. She is someone Alaric and Derek would believe. My grin grew wider as I traced

“I…I….” She stammered as she began to fight the command but it was too strong for her.I realized that my grip on her neck was hindering her from articulating any words. Without thinking twice, I released my grip from her neck with a scratch.She fell to the floor as blood covered that area. It wasn't really my doing, it was Ragner. He wanted to tear her head from her neck, but I fought back, causing a scratch on her neck.“I…I…” she stammered. “She is at a cabin, a family cabin around the Atlantic Ocean,” she uttered as she screamed in agony.She was trying—she was really trying—to fight back my command, but it only resulted in more pain for her.“I…have her locked there under…under….my watch!” she spat out.They called me the "mad king" for a reason. Emma, of all people, should have known better than to test that title. How dare she? How dare this weak, pathetic thing toy with me?Without another word, I pulled her hair down. She screamed in pain, but I didn’t care. She laid a hand

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed her. I needed to see her. I needed to touch her. After an hour of running, we arrived at the location. We shifted into our werewolf forms; it would help us get a sight that would aid in our search. We had been in our wolf forms, searching for every bit of Nicole for hours, yet we found no traces of her. I was going insane. I wanted to kill. I couldn't breathe. Alaric and I had split ways, and his absence and lack of word from him showed that he hadn't found anything about her. I was patrolling the eastern side of the ocean when my wolf suddenly caught the scent of someone—a rogue. He had that scent of a wolf. It was faint, which showed that he was far away, but it was undeniable. I followed the scent down to the road until I saw Emma lying there on the ground, all beaten and covered in blood, with whomever I had caught the scent of—probably the person Emma had placed in charge of Nicole’s escape and torment.I felt a surge of anger throug

Never had I ever felt silence so deafening. Derek and I exchanged a glance full of surprise and anxiety. What the heck was happening in there? I don't think I have ever been this anxious, this angry. She has to be OK. My strong mate—she must be OK. "Alaric!" my mom's panicked voice pulled me from my thoughts. I stood up and hugged her. I needed it. I needed my mom to tell me that everything was going to be okay, that she was OK. "How is she?" she asked with a trembling voice, looking at Derek. "I don't know," he sighed, leaning against the wall. "She was barely breathing when we found her." She sobbed, and my mom gasped loudly. "She will be okay," I said with a shaky voice. "She has to be okay." "She will be. She is the strongest person I know." It was Derek. He was saying that more to convince himself, to tell himself that she was going to be OK. I let out a sigh. I really hope so. She must be! Nobody spoke next; everybody stared at each other with tensi

I slowly walked towards her. I shouldn’t think of anything that might bring down my spirit. What matters right now is the safety of my mate, my girl, my lovely girl. I slowly walked to the other side where Alaric was standing and held her hand. I could feel my hand trembling. I had never felt this way before—so broken, so raw, so shattered. I slowly held her hand as I sat beside her on the bed. I lifted her hand towards my face and kissed the back of her hand. I could feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I gently caressed her cheeks—my poor girl. “My girl! My poor girl!” I uttered with my voice trembling. It was taking all I had not to let Ragnar take control. He wanted to see her, the little mate we had both broken—not yet! Not while she was still critical. The door clicked open, and the doctor walked in. Alaric slowly lifted his head as she looked at her. She bowed slightly, a sign of respect for both of us. “Alpha, I heard that the nurse informed you about