All Chapters of HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Blythe’s POV “Have you seen the Alpha?” I inquired, my voice tinged with irritation as an omega servant came from Alpha Vito’s apartments. I had come to advise him that the guests were awaiting him—the welcome address had just began. The omega bowed deeply before saying, “I have no idea, My Lady.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then why were you in my husband’s chambers?” She wasn’t carrying a laundry basket or cleaning goods, so what precisely had she been doing in there? “I was sent to summon the Alpha to the gathering, so I thought he might be here,” she stated. I watched her for a while, then dismissed her with a flick of my wrist. She scurried away. Vito wasn’t in his chambers, the courtroom, or the gathering. Where might he be? A rendezvous with his daughter, Ceres, perhaps? Today was Ceres’ eighteenth birthday, a milestone she had been anxiously anticipating. Likewise, her father and I. We anticipated her to find her fated mate—I was intrigued to meet my f

Blythe’s POV “My Lady?” His voice was faint, unsure. I blinked again, pulled from my churning thoughts, and found myself smiling—an instinctive response to him. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I got lost for a moment.” I wiped tiny particles off my gown, more to distract myself than anything. Xavier was still staring at me, his face opaque. I took the chance to watch him more carefully, changing so I was sat across from him, where I could take him in thoroughly. There was an anxious energy surrounding him. “Is something on your mind, My Lady?” he questioned carefully. I breathed, then patted the area next me. “Come sit.” He paused, as if frightened of approaching too near. Finally, he obeyed, his stance firm, his shoulders set. I smiled, directing my sight to the swirling river instead of him. Perhaps that might help him relax. “Be at ease,” I comforted him. “I won’t bite.” A laugh slipped me. He put forth a faint, timid smile in return. And my stom

Blythe’s POV The next morning, as soon as I finished breakfast, I began my search. For him. Xavier. I was restless, eager to find him. I walked through the castle like a ghost, careful to ensure that no one knew I was looking for a slave boy. The mere thought of someone asking me—a Queen looking for an omega—was shocking. So, I kept my search a secret. I didn’t ask the other omegas. I didn’t draw attention to myself. I simply looked. First, I passed the kitchen, where cooks and workers bustled about. But he wasn’t there. Then, I checked the plants. The omega rooms. The building. The government hall. Nothing. Even the warehouse, where the horses’ feed was kept—not a single sign of him. Did he leave? Did he run away last night—never to return? The thought made my stomach drop. Then— The sound of horses. I froze. The stables. How could I forget? I turned quickly, my heart racing, and ma

Blythe's POV I took my time getting back to the castle because I loved how my legs felt. I could still feel him. It felt like he was still inside me. Xavier broke me. My grin got bigger, and my body started to shake with joy. I wanted to lock myself in my rooms and live through everything again. However—“Blythe.” I went cold. I turned my head to look where the voice was coming from. Vito. He stood near the packhouse, watching me with a worried brow. I quickly wiped at my gown, making sure there was nothing odd on it. Goddess forbid he know. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, moving toward me. Looking for me? That was new. We barely sought one other out unless it affected our daughter, Ceres. I crossed my arms. “Why?” Vito sighed. “Ceres is upset about not finding a mate at her birthday gathering.” My grin evaporated. Not finding a mate? I almost scoffed. She had rejected her partner. And now, sh

Blythe’s POV“What can I do?”My voice was urgent, desperate, as I stared at Elder Moses.He gazed at me intently, his expression heavy with meaning—a meaning I wasn’t ready for.The silence stretched between us.Then, he spoke."Find a man to marry.""What?!"I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat.Marriage?At seventeen?The thought terrified me.I was still mourning.Still trying to process my parents' deaths.And now he was telling me to—Get married?“You need to listen, dearest,” Elder Moses said, his tone firm but kind.“Your heart is clouded with grief. That is why you cannot see the danger right in front of you.”I stiffened.“The aristocrats and court officials are desperate for the throne,” he continued.“And they will do whatever it takes to remove you from the picture.”A cold chill spread through my chest.“If you wait until you turn eighteen, it will be too late.”His words hammered into my brain.“No one will wait for you to grow into your position, Princess