Todos los capítulos de My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Vivian’s POVHis mouth covered mine, silencing any further protests. His finger finally found my slick heat, softly circling my moist clit. The teasing motions sent waves of pleasure through me, my hips moving in time, coaxing him to go faster. But he maintained his maddeningly slow pace, his eyes fixed on my face.“Goddess, you are so beautiful when you’re desperate. Do you know that?”I could only shake my head; no words were possible at that moment. His words tore through my brain, making my chest flush with renewed heat.His finger slipped down past my clit and entered me, opening my pussy for the first time. The flat of his palm grazed my clit with each slide in and out.His gentle hand strokes teased my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through me until I was shaking, clawing at the hard surface with my perfectly manicured nails.The sensation was so intense, I wasn’t sure I could take much more. He continued to tease me slowly, urging my desire forward and pushing me closer to t

COBY’S POVI sat on the couch, the flickering TV casting faint light across the darkened room. The sounds of distant voices and canned laughter barely registered; my focus was elsewhere, tangled in a spiral of unease.Vivian hadn’t answered a single call or text all day. The usual excuses ran through my mind: busy, phone on silent, lost in conversation. But as the hours dragged on, those explanations felt increasingly hollow. An ache spread through my chest, its weight growing unbearable.Then, the front door creaked open. Relief surged through me, followed swiftly by apprehension. My eyes darted to the entryway. Vivian stepped in, her high heels clicking softly against the hardwood.Her sleek, form-fitting dress shimmered faintly in the dim light, but her stiff posture and hesitant movements were impossible to miss. She carried herself like someone shielding a fragile secret.“Hey,” she said, her voice strained, the smile she wore thin and brittle. She dropped her keys onto the consol

Lily’s POVThe couch creaked as I shifted closer to Andrew, letting his warmth seep into me. The faint scent of cedarwood and the lingering traces of vanilla from the nursery filled the air—a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed until now.The day had been long, filled with squealing pups and the cheerful chaos of caretakers, but here, wrapped in the solace of his presence, it all melted away.Andrew reached for the popcorn bowl, his smile boyish and inviting. “Alright,” he began, a mischievous spark lighting his eyes, “picture this: Crimson Pack’s summer festival. Fifteen-year-old me, convinced I’m the next big thing. The bonfire’s blazing, music’s loud, and there she is—the most beautiful girl, Hannah herself.”I smirked, tucking my feet beneath me. “Luna Hannah? Please don’t tell me you tried to flirt with her.”He chuckled, his cheeks flushing faintly. “Tried? Lily, I gave it my best shot. Except… well, ‘best’ might be generous. I walked up to her, heart pounding like I’d just run a

LILY’S POVAndrew’s arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket, his skin radiating heat against mine. I rested my cheek on his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat drummed softly beneath my ear. It was faster than usual, but so was mine—as if our hearts had found their own secret dance.I tilted my head, catching his gaze. His deep brown eyes held an unspoken tenderness, the kind that made my chest ache in the best way. He smiled—a smile so genuine it seemed to brighten even the dim light around us.“What’s on your mind?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear his answer or just bask in the silence between us.Andrew chuckled, the sound a low vibration against my skin. “I was just thinking…” He paused, his lips quirking as though holding back something important.“Thinking what?” I pressed, raising an eyebrow.He shifted slightly, pulling me closer. “That I don’t know what I did to deserve this—to deserve you,” he admitted, his voice sof

ANDREW’S POVI walked away from Lily’s house with a slow, steady rhythm in my steps, a lingering warmth wrapped around me like a favorite blanket. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and freshly fallen leaves, but all I could feel was the memory of her against me—her laughter still ringing in my ears, her sparkling eyes etched in my mind.Her smile... God, that smile. I could still hear the soft way she whispered my name when we made love back at my house.My lips curved upward as I replayed every moment: how she leaned into me, the way her hand fit so perfectly in mine. The thought sent a tingle racing down my spine, igniting something primal and electric. My thoughts raced toward tomorrow. I couldn’t wait to see her again.Lost in my reverie, I barely noticed the world around me until a sudden unease rippled through the air. My footsteps faltered. It was subtle at first, like the prickle of static along my skin, but it grew stronger with each step. I turned sha