All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

~Carmen~ I’m trapped between two vampires who are seated on both sides, so close that I can smell the competing scents of their different colognes and aftershaves. Compared to standard cars, the limo’s interior has more than enough room for a man to stretch his legs out while he has a drink from the minibar or watches the small flat-screen TV. The leather seats are wider than standard seats, leaving plenty of space for each passenger to relax comfortably. But to me, it's suffocatingly claustrophobic. The curved walls are closing in on me, leaving no space to breathe and pushing the vampires closer and closer, so much so that I can feel their auras scratching at my skin. "Can you calm her down?" Oscar asks, shifting uneasily in his seat. "Her heartbeat is driving me fucking crazy." "I'll try." Dargo frowns then turns to me. "Calm down, Carmen." Again, I want to resist the command. To fight it. But I’m so desperate for relief, to be free of the crushing anxiety, just so I can

~Zegulf~Our plane lands at the airport in Crest-Elming, pushing fresh waves of euphoria through my body. I’ve never felt this type of miserable bliss before.It's a longing that reaches through every vein and artery of my being.My cock... Oh gods, my cock... it throbs as if her very essence is calling me to claim her somewhere in this town. The memories of her body, the way it moves and sway as i thrust into her virginal cunt fills my head. Just because it was a fevered dream of ours doesn’t mean I didn’t feel every clenching muscle of her core. A deep shiver flows through me at the memory. "Alpha?" Brody questions. "She’s close," I reply. "Let's visit Golem and head to Biltamore city as fast as we can."Biltamore, a city that is on the verge of becoming a safe haven for humans who migrated to this part of the world years ago. A city governed by a group of humans called 'the Sect' and protected by the vampire king, Golem Warsunng. No one knows why he took it upon himself to g

~Carmen~Once Dargo tugs me past the front door, my entire being gets swallowed by darkness. There’s no light in the first space we walked into, not even a single trace to provide any relief. It is almost as if light doesn't exist in this part of the world. My eyes struggle to adjust, my brain expecting to see the faint outlines of what’s around me at any second as expected, but everything around me remains pitch black. It feels like I’ve suddenly been dropped into an abyss. It's so frightening.I can feel my feet moving across a floor and Dargo's cool hand gripping mine tightly. But as he leads me, my head spins. The loss of my sight has thrown off the rest of my senses. I can’t tell if we’re going forward, to the side, or backward. Struggling to get some sort of bearing, I miss a step and start to trip. Immediately tightening his grip until it is painful, Dargo pulls me into him. "Stay close, special one," he practically coos into my ear.

~Carmen~Before I can decide which way to go, Dargo is on me, moving almost as fast as I did. "What the fuck?!" he snarls and slams me into the wall. All the air leaving my lungs, I gape at him as he pins my hands above my head. "How did you do that?" he demands. Struggling to suck in oxygen, I can only stare at him. Impatient for an answer, he repeats his question as a command. "How did you do that, Carmen?" I squeeze my eyes shut against the tugging behind my ribs to obey, noticing it is not quite as strong as before. "Carmen," he practically hisses and gives me a hard shake. "Answer me, right now." I don’t know if it is because I’ve already resisted his other commands, but the tug to obey him is even weaker now. So weak that it almost has no effect on me. Growing mad at the fact that I've refused to respond, Dargo starts to crush my wrists in his hands and roars, "How the fuck did you move so fast?!"The pain and the

~Carmen~The pain is instant and excruciating. When the man in my dreams bit me, the pleasure I felt was orgasmic. Here, in reality, there’s only burning agony. A burning agony that makes me writhe beneath Oscar and scream. Rearing back, Oscar looks down at me in horror. He has just enough time to lift his fingers to his bloody lips and touch them in dismay before he’s tackled by Nolan, the vampire who has Marielle. The two roll away from me in a ball of hissing fangs and claws. My arm trembling, I lift my hand and gingerly touch the wound on my neck, yanking my fingers away when I feel a sharp, stinging sensation. Looking at my fingers, at my blood, makes my head woozy and my stomach twist. My mouth feels so dry as I slowly get to my feet. I don’t know if I want to puke or if I need a drink of water. Shaking the pain and haziness from my brain, I force myself to get a grip even with the pain. I still need to grab Marielle and get the hell out of this place before someone els