All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

~Declan~It's obvious Xyana can't stay up the rest of the evening. Her eyes are already shutting down slowly by the time we're done with the marking ceremony.We still have to watch the performances of the pack's gymnasts which she forced herself to stay awake for and cheer Oona from our spot at the new powerful lit gymnastics sports center.But after the routines from the gymnasts, the announcing of results, and the taking of several pictures with Oona, who got a silver medal, my brothers and I quickly decided that it was time to take our mate home.Since the Alpha and Beta can't leave until the end of tonight's event, I offer to take her home, leaving everyone else behind.***The scent of Xyana's arousal fills the air. But I ignore it and carefully sit her down on her bed; I undress her, loosening her braids, removing the hair charms, her shoes, and her dress as well.Carefully, I carried her to the bedroom and gently cleaned her makeup with the soft foamy item labeled 'makeup remo

~Gaston~Xyana gets a naughty look on her face when she sees me. I can tell she wants me just as much as I'm dying to be inside her.Leaving the ceremony wasn't easy but I'll be damned to keep my mate wanting. Not when I can easily find someone to stand in my stead.I step closer to the bed and lean over to my Luna, whispering in her ear. "You want me to take care of your wet kitty and show you how much I like your juices?"She moans and nods her head. Goddess, I’m so full of love that this room may not be able to contain it. But my dick is also so full of cum my balls may not be able to contain it either."I love you, Angel. So much, too much." She moans, desperate for me. I turn to Clif, and instead of speaking directly to him, I mind-link him instead. "Clif, get those fucking perfect tits in your mouth and start sucking on them. I want her nipples hard as rocks and rubbing my chest when I get on top of her."He groans and dives into action.

~Xyana~I wake up with a dick inside of me and gentle fingers stroking through my slit, coaxing me awake, or perhaps simply soothing me. That incessant need I had after the marking ceremony has faded, but a new hunger burns in my stomach. Flashes of the last few hours flip through my mind. "Mmm, there you are," Dion murmurs against my ear. His hot breath tickles and a shudder rolls down my spine. He groans at the slight movement. "How long have I been asleep?' I finally opened my eyes. The room is dimly lit and Declan is beside me, blue eyes dark with his own hunger. Though I can't see Gaston and Clifton, their scents are close. My heart warms. They all stayed for me. "Eight hours," Bones says, propping himself up on his elbow and stroking my cheek. The fullness of my cunt tells me Dion might’ve been inside me the entire time, warming himself and maybe coming inside me again after the last time. "Water." Clifton reaches over Dion

~Dion~ ••2 YEARS LATER•• How time flies. It still feels like yesterday when we stepped into the labor room with my mate and watched her perform what we can only describe as a miracle. Bradley, the first of the triplets, has Gaston's eyes and is as mischievous as Clifton. Stephen is super protective of his brothers, so yes, he is Gaston character-wise. But Ethan is the fire we always have to look out for. He is full of chaos, never stays in a place, and can comfortably pull the entire house down once you bat an eye. Watching Ethan with Oona at the playpen, we kept permanently in the living room; I smile in fond memory of the past year. After we’d brought them and our mate home, my brothers and I were like kids playing house; neither of us wanted to let anyone close to the triplets. We were so fond of them that we spent every minute of our day with them and Xyana. We learned to feed them and preferred to do it ourselves, refusing the help of anyone. Eventually, ignoring our res

~Zegulf~Another day, another city, another failed fucking search. I’m exhausted. Why can't I find her? I've gone to almost all the cities in our world. Where haven't I gone? What else do I need to do to find my fated?Will I live to find her? What if I die without knowing her? Our small procession of vehicles pulls into the private airport, and I shake my head to clear it. Stepping from the vehicle, I look to the black private jet that will be taking us to yet another city and, more than likely, another failure. Out of nowhere, a burning slash across each of my wrists drops me to my knees, literally. Shit, I'm about to experience another blackout.It's happening more often now, and not only does each episode strengthen my bond to my soul-fated, but it also draws me nearer to my grave.For the first time in my life, as I feel that type of powerful burning pain that comes from having your skin sliced open deep enough it could sever a tendon, I wonder if I’m going insane. Brody an