All Chapters of My Own Alpha Reject Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I think I got about an hour before," Damon said, when he had his breathing under control, the skin on his side still tingling from Clary light touch. How was he able to elicit such a reaction from his body with an innocent, almost nonexistent brush of her fingertips. He groaned at the thought that he could actually count on one hand the number of hours of sleep he had had since he had met Clary. He was exhausted, hence the wings. He silently wondered how many times a person could activate it before going mad from sleep deprivation."I think about two days ago?" Moni said with a frown, trying to work out when she had last gotten a decent night's sleep, with Damon... unavailable for those few days, running the station and the mission he had sent her on, she hadn't had much more than Damon. She smiled when David wrapped his arms around her before looking up at him with a confused expression when he took her weapons from her."You need to sleep," Clary said, cupping Damon face, wishing t

Damon already had a huge grin splitting his face before his eyes were fully open. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent that clung to him. Clary! The size of his grin, however, was nothing compared to the size of his erection! Fuck, it felt good to have his Omega in his arms, but it also had his body reacting before he was even aware of the fact. His mate would probably be horrified if he were awake to feel it. He tried to wriggle back slightly before a growl erupted from his mate. His breath huffed out in a surprised chuckle when Clary hooked a leg backwards over his thigh and dragged him back in. "Want me to do something about that, Alpha?" Clary asked without opening her eyes, grinning when her mate laughed, the sound was almost one of relief. The effect of the shake of her Alphas body as he laughed was certainly having an interesting effect on where his cock was placed. She couldn't have stopped a low moan escaping her if she wanted to at the vibration running up through her a

They showered quickly, realizing it was almost seven pm. They had been asleep for twelve hours! Damon watched with amusement as his mate pulled her hoodie on when he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Fuck, he liked the look of Clary wearing his hoodie, it was a complete contrast with some of the flamboyant outfits he had seen his mate wearing but the sight of the grey hoodie with his mate's steel grey eyes was doing unmentionable things to him. He shook the thought off before they needed to take another shower! He searched the room for his clothes before Clary handed him a pair of jeans, a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a black leather jacket from her closet. He stared at the clothes in his hands, not his usual style, well the leather jacket was but the blue denim jeans and white t-shirt weren't really his thing, he preferred black. He shrugged and put them on without comment when he saw the look on his mate's face, wondering where his own clothes had disappeared to. Cla

"Damon, what have you done?" Jasmine asked, horror stamped across her face. "You have disclosed highly classified information regarding the authority to a mixed blood, and you, you have helped her," she said, turning on Moni, it didn't take a genius to work out where the mixed blood had gotten this information from. "What have I done? What have you done, Jasmine?" Damon asked, his gaze boring into hers. "How could you? How could you spy on our people, on the entire originals? I thought you wanted peace. It's what we have all worked so hard for. Ten fucking years of my life I've given to your cause Jasmine. I have given everything for this organization and so has Moni and you throw it all away, for what? Do the sacrifices we have made mean so little to you?" he asked, more hurt than angry as he stared at one of his oldest friends. "I am afraid I will have to ask you to leave, Miss Clary Allen, Mr. David. I will have some of the guards escort you out" Jasmine said. She stared at them e

Damon stepped from the magic center straight into the Op's center, marveling at how much easier it was to get around with Clary help, not having to wait for the fairy Jasmine employed was a blessing. He narrowly avoided a knife to the face, ducking just in time when it came sailing through the air inches above his head. "Who threw that?" he growled, narrowing his eyes at the armed crowd, staring back at him with wide eyes before putting their weapons away. He shook his head when a young originals member stepped forward, a nervous expression on her face but the set of her shoulders showed a certain bravery he had to admire. "Miss... Brookwater is it? please refrain from throwing blades at in future, I am trying to come to a peaceful agreement with the mixed blood and having knife thrown at them when they enter into the station will not endear them to our cause" he said, walking over and retrieving the knife that had buried itself in the wall behind him. "It was a good shot and would h