The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

Well, it wasn’t Like I could go anywhere else.

After all, Caleb and I were staying in the same hotel.

I followed Adam’s orders and escorted Caleb to the hotel.

I said goodbye to Caleb emotionlessly and was about to leave.

But then Caleb stopped me and said, “Debra, move to the room next to mine.

It’s much better.

”

Debra’s POV:

Only then did it occur to me that this morning, I had been coerced into agreeing to move in to the room next to Caleb’s.

I refused him politely.

“It’s getting Late.

I’LL move in tomorrow.

Good night and sweet dreams!”

I turned around to leave, hoping that’d be the end of it.

But Caleb stopped me and said, “I’ll help you move your things.

”

“No need.

I can do it myself tomorrow.

”

“No.

You have to move in to that room tonight,” Caleb insisted stubbornly.

I was a little annoyed by his pestering.

Looking at his ruddy, drunken face, I couldn’t help but demand coldly, “Let go of me.

You’re drunk.

”

All of a sudden, Caleb cracked a smile and approached my ear, whispering, “I’m not drunk.

”

His face was mere inches away from mine, his lips so close I could almost ki*s them.

His hot breath washed over my face and his intoxicating scent filled my nose, sending shivers down my spine.

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I swallowed and took a few steps back, trying to keep my emotions at bay.

But Caleb approached me once more.

He came so close that I could count the lashes on his eyes.

“Caleb.

weakly.

“

I reached out my hands and pressed them against his chest ‘Lease stay away from me.

Please.

”

After a short pause, Caleb lowered his head dejectedly.

He almost looked depressed.

“I’m sorry, Debra,” he said softly.

“You’ve suffered because of me I was stunned.

The situation felt so surreal.

After waiting for years, I finally received his apology.

But what was the point of apologizing now? Saying sorry wouldn’t bring Vicky back, nor would it heal the pain I had suffered all these years.

Nothing would change for me.

He was only saying sorry for his own peace of mind.

I raised my head and stared at the ceiling, trying to prevent my tears from falling.

But I could only see the image of Vicky, breathing her last breath.

The corridor fell into dead silence.

Just when I was about to push Caleb away, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, as if someone was approaching us.