Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By His Alpha Uncle novel Chapter 30

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consequences.”

“And what about you?” Jenna whispered. “What’s your consequence for not believing me?”

“Urrghh,” Nina stood, pretending to wince as she held her belly. “Come now, Ryker. Let’s not upset her further. She looks tired.”

Jenna stared at her, disbelief and fury warring in her chest. She turned back to Ryker. “You really don’t see it, do you? She’s playing you.”

“And you’re not?” he countered. “You’re just conveniently the victim in every situation?”

Jenna felt herself losing it.

She wanted to scream. To cry. To grab him and shake the truth into him. But all she could do was nod.

“Fine,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “If that’s what you think of me… I’ll serve.’

Ryker didn’t look away.

“”

She turned and walked toward the door as she held back the tears that stung in her eyes. Her spine stiff, her eyes stinging. She wouldn’t let them see her break.

Mrs. Anderson was waiting outside. Jenna didn’t meet her eyes.

“Your new uniform is in the linen closet,” the old woman said quietly. “You’ll be expected downstairs before sunrise.”

Jenna nodded once.

She didn’t cry until she was alone again.

But when the tears came, they came without sound-hot, steady streaks on her cheeks.

Not for Ryker.

Not for Nina.

But for herself.

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Her patty gam

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Her petty games

Jenna’s hands ached. The mop handle dug into the soft spot between her thumb and forefinger, raw and red. Her knees had gone numb hours ago, scrubbing Ryker’s endless marble floors while Mrs. Anderson barked orders like she’d been waiting for this moment.

Breakfast had been the worst.

At the end of the first hour, her hands ached. The mop left streaks no matter how hard she pushed. Her fingers trembled from the cold water. Her belly pulled uncomfortably with every crouch, but she endured it.

The servants whispered. They didn’t always realize she was nearby. She caught words like “lunatic” and “jealous” floating in the air like pollen.

Nina, of course, insisted Jenna serve her tray personally. Ryker wasn’t around-again. Jenna didn’t know where he had vanished to these days. He hadn’t said another word since sentencing her to this humiliation.

Nina lounged in the sunroom in a silk robe, her feet propped on a velvet pillow, holding a book she clearly wasn’t reading. Her perfect blonde waves were untouched by sleep or stress.

“You’re late,” she said, not looking up.

Jenna set the tray down with trembling hands.

“Careful,” Nina said with a smile. “Wouldn’t want you to trip and make me fall again. My babies are still recovering, you know.”

Jenna stiffened. “I didn’t-”