The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

– MAYA

I stared at him from inside the wardrobe, barely blinking.

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The Alpha stood right in front of me, filling the attic like the space itself wasn’t big enough to hold him. For the first time, his eyes were on me.

And to my absolute horror, the first thought that hit me wasn’t fear.

Not even resentment.

It was that he was… beautiful.

Not in the soft, polished way of the romance novels I hid under my mattress. This was different. Raw Dangerous. Masculine. His jaw looked like it had been carved out of stone, his blue-green eyes were so bright they almost burned, and the way he carried himself-God-he didn’t need to raise his voice to be obeyed.

He was authority in human form.

His dark coat fit across broad shoulders and a solid chest, and I could see the tension in his neck, in his forearm, as he studied me in silence like he was trying to make sense of something he didn’t expect to find.

‘Oh my God, Maya, you’ve completely lost it, I thought, biting the inside of my cheek.

This was Alpha Attila. The same shameless bastard I’d seen sprawled in bed with two naked omegas like he owned the world.

And here I was, shoved into a wardrobe, thinking he was attractive?

And why the hell was he even up here?

I tried to look away, but something in me refused. There was pressure around him-heat, presence -like the attic had shrunk and the air had thickened just because he stepped into it. His energy felt physical, like the room itself bent to make space for him.

My heart raced.

And it wasn’t only fear.

He tilted his head slightly, like he could scent me just by looking. When he spoke, his voice came out low and rough, vibrating through the wood and straight into my

chest.

“Who are you?”

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The question landed like a growl. A command aimed right at me.

My throat went dry instantly. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Before I could force an answer, sharp heels clicked on the ladder behind him.

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“Alpha Átila,” my mother said, appearing over the width of his shoulders, “this is our maid. Maya

Hemsworth.”

Maid.

The word cut deeper than the necklace that had nearly burned my skin earlier.

Maid. Servant. Thing.

Not daughter.

Never daughter.

For a second, I almost laughed from nerves.

But the last thing I wanted was more of his attention.

His brow furrowed, his gaze still locked on mine.

“Maid?” he repeated, like the word didn’t match what he was seeing.

His

eyes

flicked to my mother, doubt clear on his face.

She forced a stiff smile.

“Yes. Maid,” she insisted, stumbling over the syllables under the weight of his stare. “Maya is an omega. That must’ve been the scent you noticed downstairs. That sweet smell-slightly… irritating. My apologies, Alpha. I’ll send her home.”

Home?

‘My home is here!

And she knew it.

She shot me a look over his shoulder that said everything her mouth couldn’t.

Disappear. Don’t speak. Don’t ruin this.

‘And where am I supposed to go in this cold?’ Panic rose just imagining myself wandering the

streets alone.

Before I could even think, his voice cut through the air again.

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“She can come to Moonville. I’ll house her in my home.”

“What?!” my

mother and Elizabeth blurted behind him in the same horrified breath.

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He let out a short, impatient exhale, but his eyes never left mine. Up close, everything about him. felt even more unreal. Those blue-green eyes looked like they could see through my skin, straight into parts of me I didn’t even have names for.

My palms went damp.

And for one terrifying second, I couldn’t tell if it was fear, my first heat creeping closer, or pure insanity.

He stepped forward.

Then he crouched, lowering himself until the distance between us felt… intimate.

Too intimate.

I saw the veins standing out in his forearms. The way his shirt stretched over his biceps. The breadth of his chest.

And something inside me heated-fast, sudden, too strong.

“Are you coming with me, sweet thing?” he asked, voice lower now, but steady.

Sweet thing.

The words hit me like a slap-not because they were cruel, but because they weren’t.

They didn’t sound like mockery.

They didn’t sound like flirting.

They sounded… sincere.

Disarmingly sincere.

I bit my cheek again, trying to hold on to anything that wasn’t his scent-pine mixed with something wild, something that tugged at my instincts in all the wrong ways.

For one terrifying moment, saying yes felt dangerously tempting.

Away from this house.

Away from my sisters’ humiliation.

Away from this attic.

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But then I looked at my mother.

She shook her head with desperate urgency, threatening me without saying a word. Then I looked at Elizabeth. Freida. Margot.

All of them hovered somewhere between shock and disgust.

Langford stood behind him, watching in silence, like she still hadn’t decided whether this was a miracle or a disaster.

Finally, I looked back into those intense eyes.

“I-I don’t know,” I managed, my voice cracking more than I wanted it to.

My mother jumped in instantly.

“She doesn’t want to, Alpha Atila,” she rushed out, stepping forward like she could wedge herself between us. “Maya is too naive, and too weak, to make decisions on her own. Please don’t insist.”

Weak.

The word hurt more than it should’ve.

Because I’d heard it before.

So many times.

In so many different ways.

His eyes darkened, and he growled at my mother,

“Silence.”

She shut her mouth instantly, like her tongue had glued itself to the roof of it.

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