Semua Bab The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The grand hall of the Hollow Pack was adorned with towering silver candelabras, their flickering flames casting elongated shadows upon the polished marble floors. The scent of fresh roses, imported orchids, and ceremonial incense lingered in the air, mingling with the hushed conversations of the distinguished guests who had gathered for the long-awaited union of Liam Garvalle and Matilda Everstone.Alphas from allied packs sat in their designated places, their expressions varying from curiosity to cold calculation. The alliance between the Hollow pack and the Range pack was one of great strategic importance, and every leader present knew that this was more than a mere wedding—it was a binding contract of power and influence.Matilda stood at the threshold, her slender fingers gripping the arm of her father, Alpha Seth. She was the picture of grace, her sapphire-blue gown cascading down her form like flowing water, each intricate detail of the embroidery catching the candlelight. The d

NEXT DAYThe dining hall of the Garvalle estate was bathed in the soft golden glow of the morning sun, its long mahogany table adorned with silverware and porcelain plates. The faint clinking of cutlery against fine china was the only sound disrupting the silence that hung over the room.Liam sat at the head of the table, his jaw tense, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. His mother, Mrs. Garvalle, sat primly on his right, dressed impeccably in a lavender silk dress, her every movement exuding quiet authority. On his left, Jessica, his sister, picked at a plate of berries, her expression smug.“So many dignitaries came,” Jessica mused, slicing into a fresh berry. “I heard Alpha Seth’s joke about tearing you apart if you hurt Matilda. It wasn’t funny, but I don’t think he meant it as a joke.”Liam barely reacted, staring at the steaming cup of coffee before him. He could still hear Seth’s words ringing in his ears, the warning layered beneath that dry humor. Something in his chest tightened

Mrs. Garvalle stood at the threshold of the room, seething in anger as she watched her son, Liam, hovering over Matilda with concern written all over his features. Matilda, lying dramatically on the bed, clutched at her stomach, her cries sharp and pitiful. The sight of her wailing as though she were at death’s door ignited a deep resentment in Mrs. Garvalle’s heart.“Lie down,” he ordered, his voice taut, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath his otherwise stoic facade.Matilda, cradling her stomach, whimpered dramatically. “It hurts, Liam! It hurts so much!”Mrs. Garvalle scoffed under her breath. It was all a ploy, a charade played to perfection. There was no doubt in her mind that Matilda had turned the situation to her advantage. The way she collapsed, the manner in which she clutched at her stomach only after Liam had entered—it was too precise, too deliberate. The slap had been warranted. The insolent girl had defied her, insulted her authority, and now she dared to

The day of Liam’s mating ceremony passed like any other for Daniella. Or at least, she tried to convince herself it did. She had been expecting it. The news had spread like wildfire through the country with every newspaper carrying the story of the wedding between of Alpha Liam and Matilda. The story of him finally taking Matilda as his Luna, sealing their bond in a grand ceremony attended by the most powerful werewolf families. The announcement had not shaken her as much as she had thought it would. Perhaps, after everything, she had grown numb to pain.She went about her day as usual, keeping herself occupied with work at the store. The orders needed to be organized, shipments checked, and invoices reviewed. Daniella buried herself in the mundane, determined to let the day pass unnoticed.But fate was not so merciful.It happened so suddenly that she barely had time to brace herself. A violent, tearing sensation ripped through her chest as if invisible claws had sunk into her heart

Dalton had not intended to fall asleep. He had planned to stay only long enough to ensure that Daniella was settled and feeling better before heading home. But exhaustion had crept up on him—perhaps from the uncertainties that beseeched the day or simply the comfortable warmth of the couch. The last thing he remembered was Daniella curled up beside him, staring at the screen in weary silence as the muted hum of the television filled the room. His body ached slightly from the way he had been slumped on the couch, and when he stirred awake, the first thing he noticed was Daniella's eyes on him. She sat on the armchair across from the couch, her legs tucked under her, her gaze steady and contemplative.He blinked, momentarily disoriented, then sat up, rubbing a hand over his face."How long have you been awake?" his voice was hoarse with sleep."Not too long," Daniella replied softly, offering him a small, almost apologetic smile. "I didn’t want to wake you."Dalton stretched his arms