The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 5

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– ATILA

“And this,” Mrs. Melrose said, opening the door upstairs with a lile too much care, like she was unveiling something priceless, “is my husband’s office. He likes to sit in here when he needs to think about pack business.”

I stepped in behind her, already done with this whole performance.

The second floor smelled exactly like the first-waxed wood, lavender, money.

And underneath it…

That same scent.

Sweet. Warm. Female.

Omega.

It had been bothering me since the second I walked into this house, like a thorn under my skin. Except now it wasn’t just bothering me.

It was pulling.

And the worst part?

It felt trapped.

‘Did he leave already? Why do I keep hearing footsteps upstairs?

Her voice cracked through my mind again.

Young. tense. restless.

I didn’t know her. I’d never met her. There was no reason she should be able to touch my head like that.

Unless she mattered.

My jaw tightened, but I kept my face calm and pretended to study the room-bookshelves, heavy oak desk, the kind of space a man used to feel important.

Meanwhile, my patience was wearing thin.

I’d already demanded to see every room in this house. Bedrooms. Sewing room. Guest room. A pointless corridor that led nowhere.

And still-no omega,

No owner of that scent.

No owner of that voice,

Where the hell was she?

Mrs. Melrose kept talking about account books and “a husband’s duties,” but her words washed right over me. I walked to the window just to catch the draft and try to separate the scents.

No luck.

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The omega scent was still there, but spread thin-like someone ad tried to bury it under lavender and wood polish.

“Alpha Atila?”

Elizabeth stood by the door, watching me like she was waiting for me to do something unforgivable.

“Can I ask you something?”

I turned my head slowly.

“Ask”

“Why do you want to see our house so badly?” Her arms crossed her tone shifting into something sharper. “Are you looking for something?”

She shouldn’t have asked that.

I looked directly at her.

And watched her posture falter-just a fraction.

Like her wolf could feel mine leaning in.

Before anyone could jump in, the voice hit my mind again, weaker this time. Strained.

‘When is Mom going to let me out of the attic?’

My eyes flicked up.

To the ceiling.

“You have an attic,” I said.

The room froze.

Mrs. Melrose made a small choking sound like she’d swallowed wrong.

“An attic?” she repeated, forcing a laugh that sounded like it hurt. “Oh-yes, of course. But it’s nothing, Alpha. Just a mess. Dust. Old things. You wouldn’t want to go up there.”

I turned fully toward her.

“I do,” I said simply. “Take me.”

Langford had been behind me the whole time, silent, watching.

She met my eyes like she was asking, Are you sure?

I didn’t blink.

I’d been polite enough for one visit.

She stayed close.

Mrs. Melrose clasped her hands together so tightly her knuckles vent white.

“Alpha, there’s really no reason-” she tried again. “It’s just boxes and old clothes-”

“And I still want to see it,” I cut in, voice calm and absolute. “Now

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Silence dropped heavy.

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The daughters exchanged quick looks. Freida bit her lip. Margot stared at the floor like she didn’t want to be involved.

Finally, Mrs. Melrose gave in, like she’d run out of excuses.

Fine, she said stiffly. “If that’s what you want.”

She led us down the corridor to the very end.

There was a hatch in the ceiling-barely noticeable. She pulled a narrow rod and a folding wooden ladder dropped down with a sharp groan.

She climbed first, awkward and careful with her skirt.

I went up right behind her.

The attic was warmer than the rest of the house, the ceiling low enough to feel claustrophobic. A thin slice of light came through a small triangular window, turning the dust in the air into glittering specks.

And the place wasn’t messy.

Not really.

Old rug in the middle. A few boxes stacked neatly.

And at the far end-

a wardrobe.

Two doors. Dark wood.

My wolf went still inside me.

Because the scent was stronger up here.

Not faint. Not diluted.

Full.

Sweet enough to make my mouth go dry.

Omega

Pressed down and trapped in a tight space like someone had tried to suffocate it.

“For a room full of junk” I murmured, letting my gaze sweep slowly, “this looks pretty clean.”

Mrs. Melrose’s laugh came out thin.

“I-I cleaned recently,” she said quickly. “I put everything away. the wardrobe.”

My eyes locked on the wardrobe.

She’s in there,

I didn’t need proof. I felt it.

Langford stood near the ladder, silent. The sisters squeezed into he attic behind us, crowding the space until the air turned

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heavy with perfume and nerves.

I took one step toward the wardrobe.

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“Don’t open that, Alpha Atila,” Mrs. Melrose snapped, voice too lud. “I understand you have authority, but you don’t have the right to invade our privacy like this.”

I turned to her slowly.

“Why are you so afraid?” I asked, soft and dangerous. “I thought was just a wardrobe full of old things.”

Her throat worked.

Her hands trembled.

“Fine,” she whispered. “Do what you want.”

Behind me, Freida’s voice slipped out, panicked and small.

“She’s in there… she has to be.”

Elizabeth elbowed her immediately, but it didn’t matter.

I heard it.

And the moment I did, the world narrowed to one thing.

That wardrobe.

The scent leaked through the cracks, sweet and maddening, the kind of scent that would drop an inexperienced Alpha to his knees.

But I wasn’t inexperienced.

I knew what this was.

An omega being hidden. Suppressed. Covered up.

Maybe she was close to heat.

Maybe she was just trying to keep her scent from reaching males who weren’t hers.

Either

way,

it meant one thing.

They were hiding something valuable.

I wrapped my hand around the knob.

And for a second, everything slowed.

I pulled the first door open.

A box of old hats fell out with a dull thump,

Dust puffed into the air. A scarf slid down, Fabric shifted.

I shoved it aside with my boot.

Then I yanked the second door

open.

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