The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

However, after I returned home under escort, it took less than half a day for Carlos to show up with Caleb’s bodyguards, intent on searching our home.

My heart simmered with resentment.

I despised Caleb and Debra, yet my scorn for Carlos ran even deeper.

He was nothing more than Caleb’s lapdog, going so far as to bring strangers to rummage through his home.

This act did not sit well with most of the family.

We were unanimous in believing that to restore our family’s former prestige, we had to depose Carlos from his leadership role.

He was merely Caleb’s pawn.

Once Carlos and his team entered, I slipped out the back door with help from the elders.

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Staying in a hotel was out of the question, and venturing far from the Vargas family seemed too risky, given the likelihood of being spotted and denounced.

For my safety, I had no choice but to take shelter in a dilapidated house near the Vargas family’s back door.

The room was a mess, akin to a slum, and reeked of something foul.

Holding my nose in distaste, I turned to the servant with a frown.

“Is this really the best the elders could arrange for me?”

The young servant who escorted me to this room scratched his head sheepishly and confessed, “This is actually my place.

I’m one of Carlos’ most trusted aides.

He won’t search here.

For your safety, you’ll need to stay a few days.

”

Observing his slightly flushed face, I felt contempt.

How dare this lowly servant presume to protect me?

Once our faction seized leadership and gained power equal to Caleb’s, I vowed to have this servant eliminated.

For now, I had no choice but to endure the indignity of sitting on a plastic chair in his humble dwelling.

As I took a seat reluctantly, the servant’s face Lit up with a smile.

He poured me a glass of water and offered some fruit.

The sight of him fussing over me only deepened my revulsion.

Regardless of his eagerness, I refused to touch anything he offered.

The food of such lowly folks seemed filthy to me.

Struggling to contain my disgust, I dabbed at my eyes, feigning distress.

Predictably, the sight of my tears sent him hurrying over, his voice tinged with alarm.

“Miss, what’s the matter?”

With tears brimming, I responded in a voice choked with emotion, “To receive such kindness in my current state, I’m deeply touched.

”

His face turned even redder as he met my gaze shyly.

I continued, “Do you understand that my life’s been upended because of Debra? She’s tormented me endlessly.

Now, I feel utterly lost.

But then, I met you…”

As I shared my woes, I couldn’t resist adding a flirtatious edge to my words.

Men seem to enjoy that kind of attention.

The man before me was no different.

My facade of sincerity moved him, and he assumed the role of a protector.

He reassured me.

“Don’t worry.

I won’t let anyone harm you again.

Just tell me how I can help.

”