Rejected Slave To The Alpha

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Chapter 50. Nelly’s POV.

| went to my wardrobe and opened it, searching through the clothes until | found what | was looking for. A small bottle, no bigger than my thumb.

| slipped it into my pocket and took a deep breath. | stepped out into the hallway and made my way to the dining room. The table was set with various food, and | took in the sight with a mixture of hunger and apprehension. | spotted a maid in the corner of the room and walked up to her.

“Who does this belong to?” | asked, motioning to the food. “Lady Emily,” the maid replied,

| stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as | waited for her to enter the kitchen. When she did, | quickly took the bottle out of my pocket and poured the substance into her food. | mixed it in well, making sure it was thoroughly combined.

As the maid appeared, | tried to act natural, running my fingers through my hair and glancing around the room. | hoped | didn’t look as nervous as | felt.

She picked up the food and left the kitchen, and | let out a breath | didn’t realize | was holding. | served myself some food, trying to act as normal as possible. As | took my first bite, Alpha Kex entered the room.

His expression was unreadable, and | couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He pulled out a chair and sat down across from me, his eyes fixed on me. | did my best to focus on my food, but it was difficult to ignore the tension in the room. | swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure.

“I'm sorry,” | heard him say, but | kept my eyes on my food, determined to ignore him.

“Nelly,” he said, his voice insistent. | knew | couldn't avoid him any longer, so | reluctantly looked up. “For what?” | asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“For speaking to you rudely,” he said, his eyes piercing into mine.

“Oh, | didn’t notice,” | replied, my voice sounding unconvincing, even to my ears,

“Nelly,” he said, his tone firm, “I'm serious.” His words made me drop my fork.

“When we're alone, you're nice to me,” | said, my voice soft but firm. “But when we're inNôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

public, you're nothing but rude to me.”

“We both know that’s not true, Nelly,” he said, his tone dismissive.

“It's not a lie, Alpha Kex,” | insisted, feeling my frustration mounting. “You're only saying that because you would rather not admit the truth.”

“And what truth is that?” he asked, his voice rising.

| took a deep breath, steeling myself for what | was about to say. “You’re only nice to me when we're alone because you want something from me,” | said, my words hanging in the air between us.

He stared at me, his expression unreadable. “Is that what you really think?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “| know it’s the truth,” | replied, meeting his gaze head-on.

“| don’t know where you got that idea from,” he said, frustration evident in his voice. “I was only rude to you because | was angry, and | didn’t realize | took out on you.”

“But you didn’t take it out on Harry,” | countered, my tone firm.

“Why are you being so stubborn?” he asked, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. | am apologizing, what more do you want?” He asked.

“Whatever,” | said, rolling my eyes. He let out a deep sigh, and | could tell he was at the end of his rope. “| just found out that my late beta’s last wish was for me to marry Emily,” he said, his voice shaking.

| opened my mouth, but no words came out. “Are

you joking?” | finally managed to ask.

“| wouldn't joke about something like this,” he replied, his tone serious.

“How did you find out?” | asked, still trying to process what he had said.

his eyes

“Emily told me,” he muttered, his

downcast.

| leaned back in my chair, my mind reeling. This was a lot to take in.

It all seems too fake to be real. Emily loves Alpha Kex and she would do anything to get him. Something isn’t right here.

| looked up and Alpha Kex’s gaze met mine, | could see the sadness and confusion in

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his eyes.

“What are you going to do now?” | asked, my heart heavy with worry.

“| don’t know,” he replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. “I need to figure...” his voice trailed off, as a guard appeared. The guards leaned over and whispered something to him. He nodded, then turned back to me.

“Excuse me, Nelly,” he said, his voice flat. | nodded, and he stood up and left the room.

| sat there for a moment, trying to process everything that had just happened. | took a deep breath and got up to leave. As | walked down the hall, | realized that | needed to find out if Emily was really related to me first before | dwell on what Alpha Kex had just said.

| knocked on the door, but there was no answer. | gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. Emily was asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. | waved my hand in front of her face, but she didn’t even flinch. | smiled inwardly, the drugs. were already taking effect on her. | turned to her dresser and opened the drawers, hoping to find her diary.

| spotted the diary, sitting on the dresser, but it was locked. | saw a number of keys next to it, and | let out a sigh of relief. Maybe one of them would fit the diary! I tried the keys, one by one, but none of them worked. | started to feel frustrated. Where did she keep the key to the diary? | turned around, scanning the room for any clucs.

As | looked around the room, my eyes landed on the chain around Emily's neck. It was small and delicate, and | wondered if the key | needed was the one in the chain. | took a deep breath and carefully lifted her up, trying not to wake her.

“Ughhh,” she muttered, and | froze, my heart racing.

After a moment, she seemed to settle back into a deep sleep. | reached for the chain and unhooked it from around her neck. | removed the key from the chain.

| held my breath as | used the key to unlock the diary. The pages were filled with neat handwriting, and | quickly flipped through them, looking for any mention of Emily’s family. Finally, | found what | was looking for.

| returned the key to the chain and put it back around Emily’s neck. My hands were shaking as | left the room, the diary tucked under my arm. | needed to find a quiet place to read it.