All Chapters of Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I stood there, surrounded by the torn pieces of my pregnancy test, my hand pressed against my stomach where our pup was growing, where my wolf was already fiercely protective.I stood there, staring at him, waiting for him to take it back. Waiting for him to realize what he’d just said but he didn’t.“Thorne—” My voice broke. “You can’t mean—”But he wasn’t even looking at me anymore. He was already moving toward the door, his jaw set, his eyes distant, his wolf clearly focused on tracking Solene’s scent.“Thorne, please!” I grabbed his arm, desperate, ignoring the dangerous rumble that came from his chest at my touch. “Just listen to me. Please. We can—”He shook me off like I was nothing, his strength so much greater than mine that I stumbled backward. Like I was dirt on his sleeve.“I don’t have time for this.” His voice was cold, empty. “Solene’s out there alone and upset because of you.”“Because of me?” The words came out as a sob. “I didn’t do anything! I just came home—”“You

Exile would be a mercy.” He leaned against his desk. “Out there, you’re a lone wolf. You’d be dead within a week. At least if someone owns you, you’ll be fed. Sheltered.” His smile widened. “Used, yes. But alive.”No. I can’t let myself become someone’s prostitute. I didn’t come all this way just to end up anywhere. “I . . . I’d rather be exiled.” I said shakily.“Shut up!” He slapped my face making me yelp and stumble back. He clearly hadn’t expected me to choose exile. “You think you have a choice? Well let me tell you something, I had already decided to sell you before you I even found out the moon goddess would give you to me as a mate of all people. And now that you’ve humiliated me, I’ll make sure he knows he can do whatever he likes with you. You filthy murderer.”My eyes burned and the tears threatened to return, but I refused to let them fall, I had to stay strong and figure out a way to survive this. “Who? Who’s buying me?”“Does it matter?”“Yes!”He considered me, then pu

Like I didn’t matter.Like the mate bond between us was already severed.“Actually,” Solene continued, her voice carrying through the silent room so every wolf could hear, “since you’re here, maybe you could help?”“Help?” I echoed.“Yes.” She gestured toward the tables laden with food and drinks. “The servers are overwhelmed. And you know this house so well. It would mean so much if you could serve the guests.”The room went quiet. So quiet I could hear my own heartbeat, could hear the collective intake of breath from the assembled wolves.Serve the guests.She wanted me to serve them.At a party thrown in my house.On my birthday.In my own territory.I looked at Thorne, my mate, my Alpha. Waited for him to say something. To tell Solene this was inappropriate. That I was his mate, not a servant. That an Alpha’s mate held rank in the pack.“Well?” His voice was sharp, impatient, filled with Alpha authority. “You heard her. What are you waiting for?”The world tilted.“Thorne—” My voi

He applied to be her little brother’s Arabic tutor.”Since he can’t actually speak Arabic he teaches him lines from Hadith.They start to have small talk. After the initial what are you doing hereEventually he confesses after she confronts him about his Arabic speaking skills, that he came because of her, an otherwise romantic gesture scared her.She went to her mother and her family have been noticing the interaction between them and encouraging it. Her mother explain he may out have bad intentions fir wanting to be with her. And convinces her to give him a chance.She agrees partly because she still thinks he’s a eunuch.He quits and they get a real teacher for the boy.They began courting he being very gentle with her, she eventually goes to visit his family and he gives them strict warning not to scare her.They get along well but his mother is a little worried.He eventually asks to marry her. She hesitates but she eventually says she’ll speak to her parents about him and then

to exhale. The other dancers have already moved on, stretching at the barre, rolling their shoulders, hydrating. But I'm frozen here in the center of the studio, muscles screaming, under the merciless gaze of the woman who controls whether I get Swan Lake or whether I get relegated to the corps de ballet for another miserable year."Your landing, Ms. Gregory," Madame Loretto's voice cuts through the afternoon heat like a blade. She's not yelling. That's what makes it worse. She never yells. "That fouetté was technically adequate. Your extension was acceptable. But your your landing was sloppy and Imprecise. It was the landing of someone who doesn't understand that the role of Odette is not a role for the imprecise."I want to defend myself. I want to say that I nailed forty seven other fouettés today with perfect precision, that my landing was just fractionally off balance, that the audition process for Swan Lake shouldn't hinge on a single moment of imperfection when I've spent the