The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1719

Andrew’s expression twisted in disgust as he stepped away, and my heart plummeted.

He was repulsed by me!

Furious, I wiped my mouth and stamped my foot.

Just as I was about to unleash my anger further, Addy intervened.

“Let’s step into another room; you need to change your soiled clothes.

”

Her gaze bore into mine, heavy with warning.

Reluctantly, I bit my lip and nodded, subdued for the moment.

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Debra’s POV:

After a tiring discussion with Caleb, I began to feel sleepy.

But a furious knocking jolted me awake.

The door shook under the force of the knocks, the anger and resentment palpable.

As I sprang from the bed to answer it, Caleb blocked my path.

“Go hide in the bathroom.

I’ll handle this,” he instructed.

Despite the intensity outside, I remained composed.

“No need to hide.

They’re making enough noise to wake the dead.

There’s no use; this room offers nowhere to hide.

”

Taking a deep breath, I asserted, “Open the door.

”

Caleb frowned, his reluctance clear.

He was worried about my safety.

The knocking at the door grew increasingly insistent.

The mounting impatience of those outside was evident, signaling they might force their way in at any moment.

Finally, Caleb conceded.

He extended his hand towards the doorknob, preparing to open the door.

Before he could turn it, I grasped his hand.

“No matter who is out there, we need to be discreet.

Let’s keep our relationship under wraps for now.

”

The stakes were high; Andrew and I had just gotten engaged.

Being caught with Caleb now would unleash disastrous public scrutiny on Andrew.

Caleb’s expression clouded with hesitance.

Yet, he had agreed to wait for me to deal with the things in the witch clan.

His frustration was evident, yet with no outlet for his anger, he pinched my cheek-a mild reprimand-and whispered, “This can’t happen again.

”

Then, he pulled open the door.

A woman stood on the threshold, her attire opulent yet her appearance worn and heavy with distress.

She paused, taking in the sight of us, then her shock morphed into fury.

“You bitch! You killed my husband! I’ll kill you!”

Behind the woman, a young man eyed me with an accusing glare, as if he believed I was a murderer.