Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 0091 

Alaric’s POV 

I’ve become someone I don’t even recognize. 

“Today is September 19–Alaric.” 

Cara doesn’t respond to my text message. 

Then I realize: the other times Cara hasn’t responded, it was on account of her husband. When Aylon Aubum blocked my number on Cara’s phone, that wasn’t her own doing. It had been his doing. 

But this time, it was Cara herself ignoring me. Rejecting me. 

It was no one else’s choice, but hers alone. 

I find a chair in the hospital hallway and take a seat, collecting my thoughts. 

Many people pass by, nurses and various staff. Some even try to speak to me, but I’m in no mood to be social. 

“Hello, Alpha King!” 

“Wonderful weather we’re having today, isn’t it?” 

“Alpha King, we are so glad to see you here again!” 

My mood was a bit off, but I still greeted them. “Hello.” 

“…Oh!” 

Clearly, I startle them. I pressed my lips together, knowing that not everyone could be like Cara, who was never intimidated by the Alpha king’s pressure. 

“Today is a difficult day,” my wolf Grey says to me internally. 

I sigh aloud. Difficult indeed. 

! 

“She totally doesn’t remember what this day is.” Grey mocks me. “But isn’t that how it should be? You left her when she needed you the most, causing her accident and miscarriage.” 

I close my eyes a 

lay my head back against the wall behind me. “She has a new family now. Why would she need to remember an old, forgotten miscarriage?” 

“What are you being so stubborn about?” Grey says, “Admit it. You still love her! You want a family with her. You’re grieving for those two lost children-” 

“-Enough.” 

www 

“I’m just regretting the things I did in the past 

That’s enough. 

I won’t love Cara 

I will remain focused. I will honor all of my commitments. 

I will be the Alpha King that Pack DarkWood deserves. 

“Excuse me, Alpha King, sir?” A gentle voice Interrupts my vows. 

I open my eyes and see a beautiful she wolf standing before me. She flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder and bats her eyelashes at me. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but I just hoped to have a moment of your time,” she says, stepping closer to me. 

“What is it?” Lask her. My tone is a bit harsher than I intend, but she doesn’t seem 

deterred. 

She sits down in the chair on my left, placing her arm next to mine. 

“I was just wondering, Alpha, sir… It’s got to be awfully lonely for you, leading the pack without anyone to warm your bed…” she brushes her hand along my forearm, softly caressing me. 

It’s become tedious, these she wolves that are obviously vying to become the 

pack’s Luna. It’s been almost nonstop for the last six years. 

These women are all the same. Always wanting to seduce me, seeking proximity to power. 

They never care about getting to know me they look at me and see only my status, 

Their attempts are so painfully obvious that I can tell almost immediately when a she wolf tries to weasel her way into my bed. 

“I’m not interested,” I tell her firmly. “Please go. 

“Go? But–but I only wanted to talk” she starts, trying a new strategy. 

I look her in her eyes directly now. “I said I am NOT interested!” My tone is harsher now, I’m in no mood for this. 

“Hmph!” she grunts indignantly. “Well, fine then! Suit yourself!” 

She stands from her chair and looks at me for another moment before adding, “You’re probably still too hung up on that other woman That old Beta that’s become such an arrogant and cold noblewoman!” 

She walks away, satisfied that she’s gotten the last word 

Other woman? Arrogant noblewoman? 

Was that she–wolf talking about Cara… Why would everyone think a hung up on Car 

Someone’s POV 

IN A NOBLE VILLA 

I enjoy a noble’s morning–elegantly having breakdest, doing my makeup. As the daughter of the Bedford family, I deserved all of this 

We are the nobility among nobility–aside from the Apha family no one in Darood is more noble than us… 

But my foolish maid, in her haste, interrupts in a 

Miss Melinda, Cara Wilson helped the pack house. She interupted our plan my mant 

says. 

I put down the mirror in my hand and clenched the eyeliner pencil tightly. The pencil couldn’t handle the force of my anger and snapped in my hand. 

The maid was clearly startled, trembling as shesaid, “Miss, Miss Melinda Bedford 

Cara Wilson helped the Pack House?!