The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1631

I recalled a painful memory of Nora and me being mistreated while others looked on, some even cheering.

Deciding it was best to keep certain things private for now, I opted to share something less consequential.

“Yes, I reconnected with several friends.

I also learned that I have two other children, Elena and Dylan, who have missed me dearly.

”

Andrew seemed lost in thought for a moment, then nodded and asked, “Is that all?”

His tone made me uneasy, as if he expected me to disclose something more significant.

After a brief reflection, I looked him in the eyes and ventured, “Is something the matter? Why do you ask?”

For a moment, Andrew’s expression stiffened, but he quickly recovered and responded with a light chuckle, “Oh, nothing serious.

I just thought they might have told you more, given all that’s happened.

It seemed like there could be more to your story.

”

Andrew’s demeanor remained casual, showing no signs of concern.

I chose not to probe further but responded with a light-hearted laugh, “No, they were very respectful.

They didn’t bring up any embarrassing moments from my past.

”

Andrew shared a warm smile.

“It sounds like you have some wonderful friends.

”

“Yes,”

The car then fell silent, with neither of us speaking again.

As we neared the manor, Andrew seemed to recall something important.

He turned to me and inquired, “Now that you’ve reconnected with your family and friends, do you plan to return to the Thorn Edge Pack?”

The question caught me off guard.

Return to the Thorn Edge Pack?

Memories flooded back-Caleb in bed with another woman, the intimate evidence of their encounter… My heart ached with the sting of betrayal.

I bowed my head, the words barely a whisper.

“I don’t know.

”

Andrew’s response was gentle, his tone soothing as if comforting a child.

“If you’re unsure, you can stay here in the witch clan as long as you like.

You’re always welcome at my manor.

”

His earnestness took me by surprise.

He was serious, his offer genuine.

At a loss for words, all I could muster was a heartfelt, “Thank you.

”

His reply was as gracious as ever.

“You’re welcome.

It’s the least I can do.

”

His kindness was a stark contrast to the prejudice typically shown by other pureblood witches.

Curiosity overcame me, prompting me to ask, “Why are you so kind to me? After all, I am a mixed-blood witch.

Other pureblood witches openly reject and discriminate against us.

Why are you different?”

My thoughts briefly lingered on the harshness of Shirley’s behavior.