REJECTED YET CHOSEN

Chapter 8

_Lyla’s POV_

The next morning, the doctor came into my room with a soft smile on his face. He checked my vitals, listened to my heartbeat, and examined me carefully. After a few moments, he stepped back and nodded.

"You’re doing much better now," he said kindly. "You’re healthy enough to leave the pack hospital. I’ll prescribe some medicine just to help with the healing process, but you should be fine as long as you rest and take care of yourself."

I let out a small breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. I was finally leaving.

Aaron was standing near the window, his arms crossed over his chest. When he heard the doctor’s words, he turned to me with a soft smile. His eyes held warmth, the kind that made my heart flutter a little.

"Thank you, Doctor," Aaron said, his voice full of genuine gratitude. "And thank you to all the nurses who took care of her."

The doctor nodded with a polite smile before handing Aaron a small bag with my medication and instructions on when to take it.

After signing some papers, Aaron helped me out of bed. I was still a bit weak, but he was patient, steadying me without making me feel small.

"Take your time," he said gently. "There is no rush."

Once we were outside, Aaron led me to his car. It was sleek and black, the kind that looked expensive but not flashy. He opened the door for me like a true gentleman and waited until I was seated before closing it gently.

As he got into the driver’s seat, I glanced over at him. His hands were strong on the steering wheel, his jaw sharp in the morning light. There was a calmness about him, but underneath that calm, I could feel something intense—like a quiet storm waiting to break.

The ride was smooth and quiet for a while. I stared out the window, watching trees and houses blur past, but my mind kept drifting back to Aaron. How could someone like him be so kind to someone like me?

After some time, Aaron broke the silence.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you… for everything."

His lips curved into a small smile. "You don’t have to thank me, Lyla. I am just glad you’re okay."

I didn’t know how to respond, so I looked away, feeling my cheeks warm.

Eventually, we pulled up in front of his house—or rather, his mansion. My eyes widened.

It was massive, with tall stone walls, large glass windows, and dark wooden doors carved with intricate designs. The mansion was surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and tall oak trees. A beautiful stone pathway led up to the entrance, and colorful flowers lined the edges, adding splashes of red, yellow, and purple.

The mansion looked like something out of a fairy tale—grand, elegant, and almost too perfect to be real.

Aaron got out of the car first, walking around to open my door. He held out his hand, and I hesitated for a moment before placing mine in his. His touch was warm and steady, grounding me in a way I couldn’t explain.

As we approached the front steps, a man with black hair and piercing black eyes appeared. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with quiet confidence. I recognized him immediately—he had fought beside Aaron at the inn the other day.

The man walked over and took my bag from Aaron without a word.

"This is Jason, my Beta," Aaron introduced.

Jason gave me a small bow, his eyes respectful. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luna."

I froze. Luna?

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t used to being treated with respect. My whole life, I had been looked down on, ignored, or treated like I didn’t matter. But here was a strong, powerful man bowing to me like I was someone important.

It felt strange—like I was in a dream I didn’t belong in.

Jason straightened up, waiting for Aaron’s next instruction.

"Take her bag to my room," Aaron said casually.

My heart raced even faster at those words—his room?

Jason nodded and disappeared into the mansion, leaving me standing there, feeling like the ground beneath me wasn’t real.

Aaron led me inside, and I was hit with another wave of awe.

The interior was breathtaking. The floors were made of polished marble, smooth and shiny like glass. A grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling, sparkling with crystals that reflected the sunlight pouring in through the tall windows. The walls were painted in soft, warm colors, with elegant gold accents and detailed crown molding.

Luxurious furniture filled the space—plush sofas with rich fabrics, carved wooden tables, and beautiful artwork hanging on the walls. A grand staircase with dark wood railings spiraled upward. Its steps were lined with a deep red carpet.

This place was even more beautiful than Dorian’s packhouse.

Aaron glanced at me, noticing my wide eyes. "It’s just a house," he said with a small shrug, as if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I shook my head slightly, still in awe. "It’s… it’s incredible."

Just then, Aaron's mother appeared from around the corner. Her smile lit up her face as she approached us.

"Lyla," she said warmly, pulling me into a gentle hug before I could react. "I’m so happy you’re feeling better."

Her warmth caught me off guard. "Thank you," I whispered softly, unsure of what else to say.

Aaron chuckled beside me. "Mom, you’re going to scare her with all the affection."

His mother laughed lightly. "Oh, please. She is part of the family now."

Part of the family?

Aaron’s words followed quickly. "I can’t wait for dad to come back so we can officially introduce Lyla as the future Luna of this pack."

My heart nearly stopped. Future Luna?

It felt surreal. Just weeks ago, I was nothing more than a rejected omega. Now I was standing in a mansion, being called ‘Luna.’

Aaron’s mom grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, look at you two. Already acting like a married couple."

Aaron groaned playfully. "Mom."

She laughed even harder. "What? It’s true! The way you’re looking at her, it’s like you’re afraid she’ll disappear if you blink."

I blushed furiously, looking down at my feet to hide my red face.

Aaron cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed. "Okay, that’s enough teasing."

His mom winked at me. "Don’t worry, Lyla. I’ll have plenty more embarrassing stories about Aaron to share later."

I couldn’t help but smile, even though my heart was still racing.

For the first time in a long time, I felt something warm bloom inside me—something soft, fragile, and unfamiliar.

Maybe it was happiness. Maybe it was hope.

But whatever it was, it felt real.