The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

– MAYA

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I was still sitting on the wet grass when the sobbing finally started to fade. Not because the pain was gone, but because my body had run out of strength to carry it. My breaths came in short, uneven pulls, like I’d just run for miles, and my throat burned every time I swallowed. The rain had grown heavier, striking my face in cold drops, blending with tears I couldn’t even tell apart anymore.

The security guards stayed nearby, a few meters away, not invading my space, but not leaving either. I could feel them without looking. I hated that. Hated being like this. Hated needing protection even in a moment this humiliating.

I dragged the back of my hand across my face, wiping away water and salt in one rough motion. The movement pulled at my back, and I clenched my teeth, breathing slowly through it. I stayed there for a few seconds, just breathing, trying to make my body listen to me, trying to remember that I was still here, that I still had choices.

Then I closed my eyes.

One.

Two.

Three.

I counted like it was a ritual, like reaching three would somehow let me gather the broken pieces of myself off the ground and fit them back together. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t feel okay. I didn’t feel strong. I felt decided, and that was different. Decided was the best I could manage.

I stood carefully, bracing my hand against the bench beside me. The pain in my back struck immediately, sharp and merciless, reminding my body of everything it had endured. I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and looked at the guards, not with a request, but with authority.

“Let’s go back,” I said.

They nodded without question. One of them stepped a little closer, keeping just enough distance, offering protection without touching. I started walking, slowly at first, then more firmly, because walking around looking pathetic felt worse. With every step, my chest burned hotter, like the pain had turned into fuel.

When I stepped back into the building, the warm air of the lobby hit me like a slap.

I walked straight to the elevator.

Pressed the button..

Waited.

The doors opened,

And they were there.

Átila stood a few meters ahead in the room, serious and still, his hands in his pockets, his posture imposing and controlled. Victoria stood beside him, wearing that slow smile that wasn’t happiness. It was sarcasm.

“Where did you go?” Átila asked, his voice serious. “We were worried about you.”

My stomach twisted.

We?

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He had the nerve to say we?

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I didn’t answer. I walked past them like they were walls. I didn’t look at Victoria. I didn’t give Atila the right to have my eyes. I went upstairs without saying a word.

Each step pulled at the wound in my back, but I kept going.

We were worried about you.

I repeated it in my head, and every repetition felt like a fresh insult. How dare he put Victoria inside that sentence? How dare he talk about concern after what I saw?

I walked into the bedroom and went straight to the closet.

His things were arranged like a showroom. Suits protected in black garment bags. Shirts lined up by color. Shoes spotless. Watches stored in elegant cases. Everything placed with clinical precision. His suitcases, large and expensive, made of stiff leather with understated metal details, sat neatly in one corner. And in the other, clashing against all that silent perfection, was mine.

The same printed suitcase I’d brought when I arrived, out of place like a joke. The suitcase that said, without words: you were always the poor girl who didn’t belong here.

I pulled it out and placed it on the bench. I unzipped it. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop. I started folding my clothes carefully, not out of gentleness, but because I needed control.

I was placing a blouse inside when I heard footsteps behind me.

“Can you at least tell me what’s going on?” he asked.

I kept folding. Placed the blouse inside the suitcase. Took a deep breath.

“I’m leaving,” I said, without looking at him.

“Leaving? So what, you’re breaking up with me?”

I stopped.

Slowly, I turned around.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m ending everything.”

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He went still. His face showed nothing. No surprise. No panic. No regret. Just that closed, unreadable expression. And it cut through me, because I wanted anything that proved I still meant something.

“You’re not going to tell me why?” he asked.

Anger burned its way up my throat.

“I think you know exactly why,” I said.

He didn’t answer,

He didn’t deny it.

He didn’t explain.

He just stood there in silence, and his silence hurt more than any words ever could.

I turned back to the suitcase, because I wasn’t going to fall apart looking at him. I kept packing, swallowing the pain, holding

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