Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By His Alpha Uncle novel Chapter 26

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She couldn’t breathe here-not with Nina’s scent lingering on the pillows, with Mrs. Anderson treating her like an outsider, with her mate turning away from her pain.

The zipper screeched as she closed the bag, and that was when the door opened.

Ryker stood in the doorway, eyes sharp and his aura dark as always.

His gaze fell on the suitcase. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Jenna didn’t flinch. “I’m leaving.”

“No,” he said, stepping in. “You’re not.”

“I can’t stay here. Not with her parading around like this place belongs to her. Not after you-” Her voice broke. I can’t do it.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” His voice was cold. “You’re carrying my heirs. You don’t leave this villa. Not now. Not ever.”

“You don’t own me, Ryker.”

His eyes flickered with something that felt like jealousy.

His jaw tightened. “You’re not leaving.”

The silence between them was thick, suffocating. He looked at her like a warning, like a dare. And she stood frozen -one hand on the suitcase, the other curled protectively around her bump.

“And that is final!!” He snarled and stormed out.

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His dark secrets

Jenna didn’t remember when she stopped crying-only that her pillow was soaked and the ache in her chest had settled like a thorn in her ribs.

The room was dark now. There are no rays of light through the curtains.

Jenna lay curled on the far side of her bed, away from the door, away from everything that reminded her of him. Her pillow was damp beneath her cheek, soaked with silent tears she had long stopped trying to hold back.

She hated how easily her body betrayed her emotions. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, painful breaths, and her hand trembled as she stroked her swollen belly. The babies had grown quieter tonight, as if they too felt the tension that wrapped itself like a smoke around the villa.

She didn’t know how long she cried for-minutes, hours-until exhaustion dragged her into a fragile sleep, one that offered no peace.

But she woke up to a sound.

Faint at first. Like fabric brushing against stone. Then sharper. Metallic. A dragging scrape. A distant click.

Jenna blinked into the darkness.

There it was again.

She sat up slowly, her heart beginning to race. The sound was above her. Not on this floor. Higher.

The fourth floor.

She had been warned not to go there. Mrs. Anderson had mentioned it once in passing, her voice stiff and her gaze skittering away as she’d spoken out of turn.

“No one goes up there. Not even staff.”

This wasn’t the first time she had heard this sound.

Jenna had thought it was just another of Ryker’s office or his private study that he didn’t want to be touched. But it felt different tonight…..

The sound came again. A low hum. Almost… growling?

She slipped out of bed, ignoring the pinch of tension in her back. Her bare feet padded across the floor. The silence around her stretched unnaturally thick like the house itself was holding its breath.

She paused in the hallway, glancing toward Ryker’s closed bedroom door down the hall. No light. No movement.

She moved silently, her wolf stirred with caution.

Step by step, she made her way up the spiral staircase. Her fingers brushed the rays as she passed the third floor, then the fourth.

The air changed here. Heavier. Colder.

She hesitated at the top, her breath fogging slightly. The corridor was dimly lit by a single flickering lamp. The wallpaper was different and odd. Faded floral patterns that looked like they belonged in the past.

Then she saw it.

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At the end of the hallway, a door was slightly ajar. And light seeped through. A pulsing, unnatural blue.

Her instincts screamed at her to turn back. Her wolf Lexa, paced, uneasy.

But Jenna moved forward.

As she got closer, she heard it again-that low, inhuman sound. Like a creature trying not to scream. And a voice. Muffled. Male. Chanting something.

She peeked through the narrow crack.

What she saw rooted her to the spot.