All Chapters of The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Daniella’s POV“Daniella can also move in. Mom, I don’t think you’d have any objections to that, would you?” Liam’s voice rang out confidently, as though he had just suggested a perfectly reasonable solution.Mrs. Garvalle’s brows shot up in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a practiced smile. “Yes, Daniella,” she agreed, nodding, her expression almost too eager. “You can come back and move in. I’d feel much more reassured knowing you’re here to take care of him.”“I’m afraid I must decline, Mrs. Garvalle,” I said, shifting my gaze to Liam. “I’ve been busy lately and simply don’t have the time. Liam will have to find someone else to take care of him.”The room fell into stunned silence. No one expected me to refuse, least of all Liam Garvalle. For a moment, he said nothing, only studied me, as if trying to decipher a puzzle he couldn’t solve. Finally, he asked, his voice low and deliberate, “What exactly do you want, Daniella?”I let out a bitter laugh, one that carried years

I still remember the first time I saw Daniella. It was a cool autumn morning on campus, the kind of day that makes you want to stay in bed and forget everything else. I was running late for class, struggling to carry a cup of coffee, my stack of books, and my old satchel. She had appeared out of nowhere, wearing a yellow scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. What caught my attention most was her wavy red curls, and the way they caught the sunlight, made her look etherealShe had been helping another student, crouched low to pick up scattered papers. I had stopped mid-step. Something about her struck me deeply, a pull I couldn’t explain. She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. It was her presence, her warmth, the way she seemed to radiate light around her.After that day, I started seeing her everywhere—at the café on campus, in the lecture hall, sitting cross-legged on the lawn with a notebook and pen. She always looked busy, always deep in thought, and I found myself draw

I buried myself in work and convinced myself that if I worked hard enough if I exhausted every ounce of my energy, I wouldn’t have the time—or the strength—to think about him. About us. About what could have been, what should have been.However, I started to notice that I was becoming tired, too tired. The kind of exhaustion that seeped into my bones, making it difficult to function. At first, I blamed it on overworking, but then the nausea started. Subtle at first, like a mild uneasiness in the pit of my stomach, but soon it grew. The scent of coffee made her gag. Even the perfume I had worn for years suddenly smelled foreign. And then there were the dizzy spells—small ones at first, I also started noticing a foreign scent around me, it was nothing like the way Liam used to smell, it was different and worse, it seemed as if it was coming from within me.I should have known something was wrong but I ignored it until I almost fainted on my way back from a meeting.“Daniella, you okay

LIAM'S POVIt had been four years. Four years of silence. Four years of searching, questioning, and coming up empty-handed.Daniella was gone.I never thought she had it in her. Leaving me? No, that was impossible. For years, she had been by my side, unwavering, constant. She belonged there—or at least, I had believed she did. But she vanished without a trace, walking out of my life like I never mattered like we never existed.I had searched. I had sent men to track her down, combed through records, and called in favors from people who owed me their lives. But there was nothing. No trail, no whispers, not even a ghost of her existence left behind. It was as if she had been swallowed by the earth itself.I had confronted Grace and Roy more times than I cared to count, demanding answers. Their unwavering silence was infuriating. They had sworn they didn’t know where she was, but I knew better. They were loyal to her, not me. I could have used my Alpha command to force them to speak, to

I stared at Liam’s broad back as he settled onto the couch, his muscles tense, his face turned away from me. The unspoken message was clear: he wasn’t in the mood for another argument.Coward-I musedMy fingers curled into fists as frustration surged through me. Four years. Four long years I had stood by his side, played the role of the perfect partner, tolerated his cold moods and his infuriating silence. And yet, he still refused to make me his Luna. Still refused to give me the one thing I deserved after all my patience.I had no intention of being like Daniella. That weak, pathetic girl who had wasted seven years waiting for Liam to wake up and claim her. And where had that gotten her? Nowhere. She had vanished into thin air, and Liam had moved on without a second thought. Or at least, that was what I told myself.But the truth gnawed at me.Because for all his indifference, for all his apparent disinterest, I saw it—the way his gaze sometimes drifted, the way a shadow of somethin