All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 209

Sera“Make sure the chief gardeners focus on the outer edges of the hedges first,” I say, my voice carrying clear authority as I stand near the window overlooking the packhouse grounds. “The flowers along the southern path have grown uneven, and we want everything pristine for the upcoming gatherings. Trim them neatly but leave enough bloom to maintain the natural beauty—no harsh cuts that scar the plants.”The chief maid nods attentively, her notepad in hand as she scribbles my instructions. “Yes, Your Grace. I will relay that immediately to the team.”I pause, one hand resting lightly on my protruded stomach where the child kicks softly. “And the tailors—would they be out this early? I need adjustments to some garments before the next council session.”The chief maid tilts her head thoughtfully before replying. “They should be, Your Grace. Their workshop opens at first light. But if it pleases you, I could simply book for their services and have them come directly to the packhouse.

KellanGentle knocking on my door pulls me from the depths of exhausted sleep. I stir slowly, my body protesting every small movement as consciousness returns in fragments. As I sit up and look around, rubbing my eyes, I realize I didn’t actually fall asleep in my room the previous night. Who brought me in? The question lingers, fuzzy at first, then sharpening as memories of the archives, the long night of searching, and collapsing in the hallway flood back. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the dull throb in my temples, and proceed to the door.I open it to find a young maid standing there politely, her hands clasped in front of her. “Good morning, my lord. Breakfast is ready in the dining room. The Alpha and Luna are already seated.”I bang the door shut a little softer than intended, the sound reverberating through my skull. Then pain flares instantly—a sharp headache blooming behind my eyes. I wince, pressing fingers to my temples as I mutter a curse under

KellanWe had just finished breakfast. The plates were nearly cleared, and the warm scents of roasted meats and herbal teas still lingered in the air when Aeron stood up with that effortless authority he always carried. “I have engagements with the migrant society this morning. I will be back later.”Sera stands up next, and Aeron helps her up gently, his hand steady on her arm as she rises with the careful grace that her pregnancy requires. She smiles softly at him. “I need to dress up. I am having an appointment with the tailor soon.”Aeron smiles at her, his expression warm and intimate. “Is that so?”They both giggle before kissing each other right there, the moment natural and unhurried. They seem to do this without even thinking twice, their connection effortless and deep. I look away quickly, swallowing hard against the sharp twist in my chest. When I happen to face Aspyn just then, she too is looking away, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the windows. It dawns

Kellan“I kept the books separately because I needed to study them,” I reply, keeping my voice steady as I meet Aeron’s piercing gaze.Aeron takes a step closer to me, his presence filling the space between us like a gathering storm. “And why would that be?”At this point, I choose to be brave. After all, there is no chance Aeron would have the means to prove that I am guilty of anything beyond simple curiosity. So I go on, speaking with measured confidence. “I now envy my former position of pack advisor, and I want more than anything to earn it back.”I look away from Aeron as I say this, for I can no longer stand his gaze. The weight of it feels like it could strip away every layer of my carefully constructed facade.“In addition to finding those who committed the ambush attempt, I also needed to prove myself worthy of other knowledge you would need.”I look back at Aeron to see him smiling. I smile back, hoping and thinking that Aeron has bought my silly tale. How stupid Aeron is

SeraWhat insolence, I mutter under my breath as I watch Kellan being dragged away. He had the guts to talk about his Alpha in such a manner, his words dripping with venom even as blood stained his lips. The hallway is quieter now, the echoes of the warriors’ footsteps fading but the weight of Kellan's accusations lingering like smoke. I walk into the chamber of archives and bump on Aeron as he is coming out. We laugh at the collision, the sound light and familiar. Then he holds me gently, his arms wrapping around me with that protective warmth I have come to cherish. “How are you doing, my love?” he asks softly.I reply with a small smile, leaning into him. “The seamstress just left. At last, I will be getting a cloth that will fit my ever protruding belly.”Both of us laugh at this, the moment easing some of the tension from the hallway. When it settles, Aeron reaches for my hair in a gentle manner and parts it carefully, his fingers brushing my cheek. I smile and look sideways