The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

– MAYA

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A few days had passed when I found myself hauling a massive sack of feed over my shoulder, crossing the corral toward the dairy cows. The weight seemed to double with every step, and the sole of my old shoe started peeling off, slapping the ground with an annoying sound. I clenched my teeth, breathing through my mouth, nearly dying-but I didn’t stop.

Then the weight suddenly eased.

A shadow fell over me, like someone much taller had stepped in behind me. The sack felt lighter instantly. I turned, startled, and there was Cassian, gripping the feed like it was nothing.

He was wearing a black dress shirt, fitted enough to look completely wrong for farm work. Handsome in an almost unfair way, like a prince dropped into the mud.

My face heated on instinct.

“Hey… that’s my job,” I said, trying to yank the sack back.

“It was,” he replied with a calm half-smile. “Now it’s mine.”

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I pulled harder, annoyed and embarrassed.

“No, it’s not. I can handle it. If you do my work, I’m useless.”

He sighed and finally gave a little, until we were both holding the sack, one end each.

Then let me help,” he said.

I hesitated, then nodded.

“Okay.”

We walked across the farm together, splitting the weight all the way to the feeding trough. The silence stretched for a few steps, comfortable and strange at the same time.

“How have you been feeling these past few days?” he asked.

Tired. But happy.” I said, smiling for real.

As we walked, I thought about how wearing out my body quieted my mind. How feeling useful felt like a victory. Tomorrow I’d get my first paycheck, and that thought made my chest swell in a good way.

Cassian let out a low sound, almost a laugh.

“Honest work does that. Wears you down, but keeps your head straight.”

I smiled again, eyes forward.

After a few steps, he broke the silence.

“Do you miss him?”

The question caught me off guard.

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“Who?” I asked, even though I knew.

“Atila.”

I took a deep breath.

“Every day.”

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The silence that followed was heavy. Had I said the wrong thing? I could tell he didn’t like my answer, even without looking

at me.

“Then why don’t you go to him?” he asked finally.

I dropped my gaze to the ground as we walked.

“He’s been looking for you every single day,” Cassian went on. “Don’t you think it’s fair to at least let him know you’re alive? That you’re okay?”

My eyes widened.

‘He’s still looking for me?”

Cassian swallowed.

‘Relentlessly. I tried to get him to stop without breaking my promise to you, without telling him you’re here. It didn’t work.”

The world tilted slightly. My words stumbled out.

‘I… I… I’ll go to him.”

I looked at Cassian. He nodded.

‘Okay. That’s the right thing to do.”

We reached the corral. His eyes dropped to my boot, the sole barely hanging on.

‘Your boots…”

I hid my foot without thinking.

“Aren’t there better ones in the farm locker?” he asked.

‘No. That was the only pair I found. But tomorrow I get paid, and I’ll buy new ones in town.”

He nodded, serious.

“Okay.”

He clapped his hands like the matter was settled and waved goodbye.

Not long after, Beatrice showed up holding a flyer, lost in thought.

“What’s with that face?” I asked.

“Nothing. Mrs. Stone gave me this.”

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“What is it?”

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I took the paper. Black-and-white letters advertised waiter positions for a party hosted by one of the oldest wolves in the pack.

“They’re paying well to serve tables,” Beatrice said. “Looks like it’s going to be huge. A masquerade ball.”

A masquerade ball?” I repeated. “I’ve never been to one.”

For a second, I saw myself as a teenager again, dreaming of spring balls like the fairy tales I used to read in secret. Back then, I believed those things were real. Then I grew up and learned people didn’t go to balls, that life was far duller than it looked. The world made sure I learned that early.

‘It’s probably stupid. Even the staff has to wear masks. But at least it pays well.”

‘We’re both applying.”

“What?”

You said it pays well,” I said, excited. “Extra money, plus we’ll be in the kitchen eating and drinking all we want. It’s perfect.”

she hesitated.

Please, Beatrice. Come on. It’ll be fun,” I begged, giving her my best abandoned-puppy look.

All right. Just because it pays well.”

burst with happiness, clapping my hands and hugging her tight.

After work, I got ready in the staff quarters. I brushed my hair carefully, fastened my blocking necklace around my neck.

nd glanced at Beatrice asleep in the bed beside me. I slipped out quietly.

followed the dirt road into town. Finding my way to Atila’s house was easier than I expected.

The mansion rose in the distance, imposing, like it had always been waiting for me. The lawn stretched out flawlessly before he classic structure, warm yellow lights glowing inside. I stepped closer, my heart speeding up before I understood why. Then I saw him through one of the front windows.

My chest locked tight, like the air had been ripped from my lungs. Atila stood in his office, leaning near the desk, flipping hrough a small notebook with that familiar focus. Just seeing him was enough to undo me. My body reacted before reason ould, a warm ache blooming in my chest, a longing that nearly hurt.

He lifted his gaze-and then something unexpected happened.

A tall blonde woman entered the room.

watched every movement, frozen in place. She approached without hesitation, too confident, too intimate. When her lips ouched his, something inside me cracked.

couldn’t move,

waited. For anything. A push away. A refusal. A sign I was wrong. Instead, I saw Atila grab her shoulders and shove her back hard. The next second, they vanished from the window.

My mind filled in the rest, fast and cruel. I imagined him throwing her onto the couch, climbing over her, mouths crashing ogether again, hands roaming, fucking without a second thought. Each image landed like a blow, even though I didn’t want

o see it.

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1 staggered back. Part of me tried to shield itself, reminding me I’d always known what kind of man he was—a horny, reckless wolf who loved sex. Still, the pain hit full force, heavy and unforgiving.

1 left without knowing how, tears pouring freely. I curled up beneath a tree, hugging my knees, my body shaking with every sob. Between broken breaths, the words spilled out in whispers.

“Why look for me if you’re fucking someone else?” My voice sounded thin, swallowed by the dark. “Am I even your luna?” I laughed without humor, then cried harder. “Or have you always been this… unfaithful?” I pressed my forehead to my knees. “Stupid. You’re so stupid, Maya, for believing that bastard wolf would ever be faithful to anyone.” My chest hammered; breathing hurt. “He’s just an idiot obsessed with control. Just like my mother.”

I cried until there was nothing left. The night cold crept in, stiffening my fingers and my thoughts, until exhaustion finally took me.

When I returned to the Stone farm, it was late. I went into the room and Beatrice wasn’t there. The silence wrapped around me. Something on my bed caught my eye.

A brand-new pair of boots.

I stood there, confused.

Who left these here?

The bathroom door opened and Beatrice stepped out, drying her hair with a towel.

“You’re back. Where were you?”

“Just needed some air,” I said, forcing my voice steady. I pointed to the bed. “Did you leave these?”

She shook her head.

“No. Cassian did. He said your boots were worn out and bought you new ones.”

Cassian.

She watched me with that familiar curious look.

“So… aren’t you going to tell me what’s going on with the Stone’s son?”

“Nothing’s going on,” I answered too quickly.

She smiled.

“I’ll pretend I believe you.”

Her words reached me faintly, almost soundless. I nodded without really listening. My mind kept returning to the same image-Atila kissing that woman-over and over, until everything else disappeared.

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