Semua Bab The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Daniella’s POVA smile played on my lips as I leaned back in my chair, twirling a pen between my fingers while holding my phone to my ear. Talking to Dalton had become… easy. Effortless. I hadn’t realized how much I missed having genuine conversations—ones that weren’t filled with hidden barbs or underlying pain.“I really should get back to work,” I said, though I made no effort to end the call.Dalton let out an exaggerated sigh. “You haven’t responded to my request.”I frowned slightly. “Request?”A deep chuckle rumbled through the line, and I could almost picture the smirk on his face. “Yes, my request for another lunch date. Have you already forgotten? I thought we had something special.”I giggled, shaking my head. “Oh please, Dalton. You’re acting as if I just broke your heart.”“You did,” he said instantly. “Completely shattered. It’s going to take weeks to recover from this kind of rejection.”I laughed, genuinely amused. “You’re so dramatic.”“I like to think I’m expressive,”

Daniella’s POVAt exactly 7 PM, my doorbell rang.I steadied my breath before opening the door, my fingers lightly gripping the handle. The moment I swung it open, there he was.Dalton stood there, looking effortlessly charming in a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of well-fitted jeans. His presence always carried an air of warmth, and ease, that made you comfortable in his presence.“Right on time,” I teased, stepping aside to let him in.“I wouldn’t dare be late,” he said smoothly, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He reached forward and handed me a single rose. “For you.”I blinked in surprise, my fingers brushing against his as I took it. I felt a flutter in my stomach which I quickly dismissed as nothing.“Thank you,” I said softly, inhaling its delicate scent. “You didn’t have to.”Dalton tilted his head, his eyes glinting with delight. “I wanted to.”I glanced down at myself, suddenly self-conscious of my loose jeans and oversized sweate

Liam’s POVThe pounding in my head was relentless, a dull, persistent ache that refused to let me breathe without pain. My mouth was dry, my body sluggish. Hangover. A cruel, deserved punishment for the mess I had made the night before.The first thing I did after dragging myself out of bed was head to the kitchen, as soon as I walked in, my chef placed a strong, bitter cup of coffee in front of me without a word. He didn’t need to ask why I looked like hell. he never did and even if he did ask I never answered.I gulped down the first cup and asked for a refill which I took to my office. I sat in my office, staring at my phone, my grip tightening around the device as I debated making the call. This is pathetic. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t care.But I did.The image of Dalton with Daniella had burned into my mind like a fresh wound, raw and throbbing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—him smiling at her, her laughing, it drove me crazy.Without much pondering, I scroll

NARRATORS POVThe air inside the Hollow Pack’s grand council hall was suffocating. Tension clung to the walls like a thick fog, a storm brewing beneath the heavy chandeliers that cast a dim glow over the long oak table. At the head of the table sat Liam Garvalle, his posture one of arrogance, his expression void of remorse. He leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming against the polished wood, as if this entire meeting was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.Across from him, Dalton sat trying to remain calm as Alpha of the Riverdale Pack he had to keep his emotion in check and not act on impulse like Liam was doing, but the way his fingers curled into his palm betrayed his growing frustration. He had known Liam for years—fought beside him, defended his decisions even when they were reckless—but today, he saw nothing but a man consumed by pride and something far more dangerous—obsession.The two councils, both from Hollow Pack and Riverdale Pack, were gathered, their expressions

The warm afternoon sun bathed the small garden in golden light as the laughter of two children echoed in the air. Daniella and Grace sat on a wooden bench, watching their little ones chase each other around the yard. Daniella exhaled, a slow, contented sigh. "They really are something, aren’t they?"Grace smiled, watching Ethan topple onto the grass with a triumphant yell as Sophie tumbled down beside him, both of them breathless and grinning. "They remind me of us when we were little. That same fierce loyalty. Like nothing in the world could ever come between them."Daniella nodded, warmth blooming in her chest. "I hope it stays that way."“Hopefully it will” Grace commented with a smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s adorable.”Daniella nodded, her eyes following the children as they tumbled into the grass, giggling uncontrollably. “It really is. Seeing Sophie this happy makes everything feel worth it.”Grace studied her friend’s expression, noticing the slig