บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Alpha Queen: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Selene's POV I was deep in a dreamless sleep when a knock startled me awake. Groaning, I rolled over, barely opening my eyes. My first thought was that it must be one of the maids. Slowly, I dragged myself out of bed, shivering as my bare feet hit the cold floor. Whoever it was, they were persistent, knocking again before I even reached the door.“I’m coming,” I muttered, annoyed, as I turned the handle and opened it.To my shock, standing on the other side was Ronan’s mother. Her cold, piercing eyes met mine, and before I could even greet her, she pushed past me, walking into the room with the air of someone who owned it.“Close the door,” she said curtly, not even sparing me a glance. My heart pounded in my chest as I obeyed, shutting the door and turning to face her. She stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed, her presence filling the space with an unspoken authority.“How did you meet my son?” she asked, her voice sharp and to the point.I opened my mouth to answer, bu

Ronan's POV I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cufflinks on my tailored suit. Tonight was important, a dinner with the leaders of the other clans. It wasn’t just a meal—it was a stage, and I was the main act. The title of Supreme Alpha came with scrutiny, and every action, every word, would be dissected by those attending. A knock sounded at the door, and my father walked in. His presence always carried an air of authority, a reminder of the legacy I was expected to uphold. "Ronan," he began, closing the door behind him, "tonight is critical. The other clans will be watching you closely. You need to be on your best behavior." I turned to face him, straightening my tie. "Don’t worry, Father. I have no intention of embarrassing our family. I’ll speak with respect and maintain order." His eyes scanned my face, searching for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he nodded. "Good. Remember, their respect isn’t given it’s earned. Show them why you were chosen as the Supreme

Keiran's POV Nelly got out of the car immediately we drove into the vast compound. I knew she was angry but she had no right to feel hurt or say anything concerning what I did back there. “What's wrong with you, don't tell me you're angry at what I did over there?” I asked and she laughed dryly, turning around to look me in the eyes. “I can't believe you're asking that. I know I'm just a puppet in your hands, yet you didn't see the need to respect my presence. You blew everything on my face right there and made me feel worthless_” she swallowed hard, licking her lips in the process. “You really like her? Huh?” She asked but I wasn't trying to give her any reply. At least she didn't deserve any reply from me. She was bought by my father to be my puppet and that is what she will remain till I say otherwise. “I get it you're not going to say anything because I don't deserve an explanation from you. If you'll excuse me I would like to rest for the remaining part of the night.

Nelly's POVI was already standing outside when I saw Keiran’s father step out of the house, his expression unreadable as he made his way toward his car. His movements were slow and deliberate, like a man who had just made a tough decision but felt no remorse about it.I glanced toward the front door, expecting Keiran to come storming out any second, but he didn’t. That was when I knew.House arrest.A smirk curled on my lips. Not the first time. His father had done this before, locking him inside like a caged beast when he deemed Keiran had gone too far. And judging by the way he walked out with that composed, almost smug look, Keiran must have royally pissed him off this time.I made my way into the house, stepping over shards of broken glass and the remains of what was probably an expensive vase. The maids were huddled at the far end of the living room, their faces pale with worry, their eyes darting between Keiran and the mess he had created.Keiran stood in the center of the d

Ronan’s POVI stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. The sound echoed in the open space, drawing the attention of a few bystanders. Just a few feet away, several black SUVs were parked in a neat formation, each one exuding a silent but intimidating presence.A man dressed in a sharp black suit approached me, his posture stiff, his expression unreadable.“Welcome, Alpha Ronan,” he greeted, giving a slight bow of respect before gesturing for me to follow.I frowned. Where the hell am I?“Where’s my mother?” I asked, scanning the surroundings. She was the one who insisted on this visit, yet she was nowhere to be seen.“She won’t be joining us,” the man replied vaguely.I exhaled sharply. “And what kind of place is this?” I demanded, glancing at the massive structure before me. It was sleek, towering, and exuded an air of authority.The man barely reacted to my tone. “This,” he said, his voice level, “is what you could call the White House for wo