Rejected Slave To The Alpha by Gory Anna

Chapter 39

Chapter 39.

Nelly’s POV.

I stood at the window, breathing in the cool, crisp air. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. It had been a wonderful few days with Alpha Kex, and I didn’t want it to end. In his company, I had seen a side of him that I had never known existed, and it had been both surprising and exhilarating.

But now, with the setting sun, I knew our time together was coming to an end. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness.

The door creaked open, and I turned to see Kex standing there, an apron tied around his waist. He looked at me, then at the bag on the bed.

“You’ve already packed?” he asked, an eyebrow raised. I nodded, a sheepish grin on my face.

“Yes, Alpha,” I said, then corrected myself. “Yes, Kex.”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just Kex, remember?” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. I let out a soft laugh, already missing his company.

“I made dinner,” Alpha Kex said, gesturing to the plates on the counter.

“Let’s cat before you go.” I nodded, and we both sat down at the kitchen counter.

“You are in for a treat,” he said, lifting a serving spoon from the pot. “I am the best chef you’ll ever come across.” He said it with such sincerity that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sure you are, Your Majesty,” I said, smirking. He let out a chuckle, the sound warm and inviting.

He served me spaghetti and sausages, placing the dishes in front of me with a flourish. I took a bite, savoring the flavor and the warmth of the meal.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, ready to speak. “What was it like growing up?” I asked, my curiosity piqucd.

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “Why do you ask?” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Well,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed, “I’m just curious about my friend’s background.”

“Friends?” he repeated, his tone thoughtful. I couldn’t help but notice the

way his

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softened as he looked at me. “Friends,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I like the sound of that.”

and I smiled back at him,

a wave of sorrow wash over me, and I reached out to touch his arm. “My dad loved

gripped the spoon tightly, his knuckles turning white. I took his hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. His eyes met mine, and for

my words coming out in a rush. He

you when you fought your first battle?”

flat and devoid of emotion.

my mouth in shock, and he let out a soft laugh,

you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, a small smile

a flicker of warmth spreading through me.

still trying

was trying to eliminate me,” he said,

me

out laughing, the absurdity of the situation hitting me. He gave me a stern look, and I bit back my laughter.

to a war?” He asked,

about their son’s life,” he replied himself, his expression

my mind reeling at the thought of such callous

you ever speak to your dad about this?” I asked,

his tone clipped.

I prodded, feeling

led the first war at 17,” he said, his eyes distant as he remembered. “And I won. I

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of hope that my father would finally see my worth. But guess what

throat. “What?”

heart pounding

had died, even though I had won the battle,”

decision?” I asked, unable to look away from his

and found this cottage,” he said, his voice quiet. “And I

curiosity getting the better of me.

said, his eyes fixed on the plate. “For cach battle I

a lonely existence, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for

never known love,” I said, the realization hitting

humorless laugh, the sound jarring in the silent room. “Love is for the weak,” he said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

need love”

sadness at his words. He was so alone, and so hardened by his

getting cold,” he said, clearly trying to change the subject. “Let’s cat.” I nodded, not