All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

~Xyana~As soon as I nod and utter a low 'yes' I feel his smile on my skin as Bones presses a kiss onto my neck.He lifts me, hugging my body to his frame. Slowly, he slips his cock inside me, these hands holding my thighs firmly, making me lower onto his cock slowly. I press my lips together, but can't hold back my moan from exploding from my lips.Clif watches us with a smug grin, and I tear my eyes off him to concentrate on Bones who is now plumeling me without mercy.My juice spills all over my thigh and on Bones's cock as he goes on for a while, fucking me mercilessly. Each time, hitting my sweet spot while I scream in sheer joy.Then he starts slowing down. I'm about to cry out to him not to stop, when I hear s whisper in my ear, "So fucking hot," Gaston whispers.He comes to the side, stroking his fully erect cock. That was him telling me he was about to fuck my ass.He didn't offer another explanation. I feel him go behind me, and

~Xyana~Restricted from moving out of my room, my body surges in panic. Unsurprisingly, I struggle to focus most of my attention on my mates' emotions through the mate bond. Gaston's and Dion's prevalent emotions are anger. Clifton is filled with bloodlust and he doesn't seem bothered, and Bones' fear is minimal, almost non-existent. He is... having fun!Odd...But thank goddess they don't seem overwhelmed by all of this. Because it would have been terrifying if fear was prevalent in their emotions. Every once in a while, I can feel them searching through my emotions the same way I keep searching through theirs.They are checking in on me and ensuring I am safe. I think they know it brings me some comfort when they do that, so they do it often, making me feel their warm presence in my mind as often as possible.Eventually, the frequency of their check-ups starts reducing, and I attribute it to the fact that they are occupied with fixing things because even when I search through thei

~Gaston~My supposed friend, Callum stood before me, dressed casually in black slacks and a matching black button-up shirt. His cocky grin shows off the hatred I failed to spot all along. "Casualties of war, I suppose," Callum continues, his menacing grin expanding over the pale skin of his face. He speaks cheerfully as if this was one of those times we engage in deep friendly conversations in my office as old friends. An all-consuming fury races through me, taking over my every thought, my eyesight blurring with rage. "You did this?" I ask, pointing to my brother. Praying so hard for Callum that he actually has no hand in manipulating the dome.Come to think of it, if he does, then how?"I did it." He replies boldly, a big grin on his face. "You think having the Moon-made makes you all too powerful and untouchable?" "Callum..." I'm shocked at the words coming out of his mouth."Yes! I killed your brother. I got your best man, Ardbry, to deliver the lousy Moon-made to me, but hi

If you've gotten to this point, I'd love to send you virtual hugs and also thank you for sticking around till this point. Here is a free chapter for you ❤️ ~Gaston~ Callum's clones dig into my skin ferociously as if they're on some kind of drug. Time is running out for me to locate where Azzarus and the real Callum are. The more I lose my flesh to these clones, the weaker I'll become, preparing me as an easy kill for the real Callum. The clones I killed kept coming back to life giving rise to a continuous circle of killing and reappearing. Quickly, I shift my priority to keeping them away from my jugular vein. Callum and Azzarus didn't bother to provide them with any weapon, so they only have their fangs and nails to torture me with. I'm certain they will try to go for my neck anytime soon because it will be the quickest and easiest way to kill me. I can't let that happen. Before I could manage to push the multitude on my back away, two of the clones bit into my leg at the sam

~Gaston~ I search around for Xyana, and when I can't seem to find her, my mind tells me she may be behind Azzarus's invisible veil. But I can smell her, thank Goddess. Her scent is enough to guide me to her location. Still in wolf form, I started running in the direction of her scent. Callum's clones have definitely done a number on me, more so than I'd like to admit. Thankfully the pain hasn't hit me yet. The adrenaline racing through me made my injuries completely tolerable, if not altogether painless. Right now, my sole focus is on saving my distressed Luna. With her scent directing me, I soon passed through Azzarus's veil, and immediately, I froze, stopping dead in my tracks. The nasty, old warlock who calls himself an uncle of mine has Xyana pinned against a tree by her throat, her feet dangling at least a foot above the ground. My goddamn heart lodges beneath my jugular. A mind-link comes in from Dion. "Xyana is in trouble, Alpha. I can feel her fear." I swallow h