The Rejected Mate (Elaine and Michael) novel Chapter 103

The corridors of the pack house were unnervingly silent as Calvin led the group inside. The air was thick – heavy with tension and the ghosts of authority that once ruled these halls. Every footstep echoed sharply against the marble floors, a sound that seemed to reverberate with old grudges and unspoken truths.

the pulse of restrained fury radiating from her mate’s hand as he guided her Roselyn could feel it forward. His grip was firm, steady, yet beneath the control, his wolf stirred, restless and protective. This wasn’t just a meeting. This was a reckoning years in the making.

Pack members who caught sight of the procession quickly stepped aside, bowing their heads but stealing glances filled with unease. Whispered murmurs followed them like a rising tide: The former Alpha and Beta… here? The words carried through the hallways like ripples in still water, stirring long–buried memories that many had tried to forget.

At the end of the corridor stood the Alpha’s office a towering door carved with the emblem of the Silverblade Pack, its crescent insignia gleaming faintly under the torchlight. Calvin stopped in front of it and turned to face the four intruders. His eyes, usually calm and composed, now held the sharp edge of command.

“Wait here,” he said, voice curt but steady.

He squeezed Roselyn’s hand once a silent reassurance – before stepping forward and knocking twice.

Inside, the air felt even heavier. Michael stood behind his desk, framed by the tall windows that overlooked the training grounds. Morning sunlight spilled across his shoulders, but his eyes were cold steel – the kind forged by betrayal and endurance.

On one side of the room stood Kathy, her expression unreadable. Michael had called for her presence the moment he learned who was coming. Her parents, Richard and Lucille, were with his Beatrice. Old wounds would not stay buried today.

“They’re here,” Calvin said simply.

Michael’s jaw tightened, but he gave a single nod. “Bring them in.”

The door opened again, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Efrein, Richard, Lucille, and Beatrice stepped inside. For a single heartbeat, the air vibrated – the clash of what was and what now stood in its place. Old dominance met new authority, pride met consequence.

Michael’s gaze swept across them, cool and controlled. “You were told not to come here,” he said, his tone deceptively calm but weighted with quiet power. “So tell me why you’ve chosen to defy my order.”

Efrein, his back still straight with the posture of an Alpha long past his reign, spoke first. “We came because we received a call from the Council. They’ve opened an investigation… about what happened with Elaine.”

Michael leaned back slightly, his face unreadable. “I know,” he said. “I was the one who informed them.”

The shock that rippled through the room was palpable. Richard’s composure snapped. “How could you do that? We did what was necessary! visit j{o}b_ni_b-[.c]{o}m for more updates. Every decision we made was for the survival of this pack-” –including what you did to my sister?” Calvin’s voice cut through the air, low but trembling with fury. The temperature seemed to plummet. Even the sunlight streaming through the window felt cold.

Lucille flinched. “Calvin, please, not here-”

“Why not here?” he snapped, eyes blazing. “This is exactly where truth should be spoken. You talk about duty and sacrifice, but never once did you care who paid the price for your choices.”

Roselyn’s breath caught as she watched him – the fury burning through him, the pain he’d buried now clawing its way out. Through their bond, she could feel every jagged edge of it.

Michael’s voice broke through the tension, quiet but cutting like glass. “I told the Council because when Elaine returned, we discovered our mate bond was not completely severed. I called Lucius for advice – to

understand why. When I told him what happened, he said it had to be reported. He warned me the Council would investigate, because rejecting your mate the way we were was forced to reject and betray her – should have never happened.”

Efrein’s fists clenched. “How could you say that?” he barked. “You’d let outsiders judge us? We did what we did for unity – for peace for the child that was already growing inside Kathy!”

In an instant, Michael’s aura exploded like a thunderclap. The raw surge of Alpha power crashed into the

room, rattling the walls and pressing down on everyone present. Efrein staggered a step back, his knees almost buckling under the invisible weight. Richard’s breath came short. Lucille’s eyes filled with tears as she lowered her head. Even Beatrice, proud and poised, instinctively took a step away.

“My Alpha already said you need to leave,” Kathy finished quietly, but firmly.

Efrein and Richard stood frozen for a heartbeat, their pride warring with defeat. Finally, without another word, they turned and walked out of the office, their footsteps echoing like fading thunder.

Beatrice and Lucille lingered at the door. Beatrice’s gaze flicked to Michael – sorrow softening the hard lines of her face – while Lucille’s eyes found Calvin’s, brimming with guilt and longing for a forgiveness that would never come. Then they, too, turned and followed the others into the corridor.

When the door finally closed, silence settled like dust after a storm.

Michael exhaled heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “They won’t stop,” he murmured. “Not until the Council finishes their investigation. Maybe not even then.”

Calvin’s jaw flexed. “Let them try,” he said. “The pack stands with us now. They don’t have the power they once did.”

Roselyn stepped forward, her touch light against his arm. He turned to her, and the tension in his expression softened just slightly.

“Come,” she whispered. “You’ve done what you had to do.”

He gave her a faint, weary smile. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “For now.”

As they stepped out of the office, the echoes of the confrontation lingered behind them. Roselyn glanced back once, her stomach twisting with unease. The air still hummed faintly with leftover power — the kind that came before a storm.

And in her heart, she knew: this was not the end. It was only the beginning.