All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

~Carmen~When I reach the next intersection, I notice I’m not nearly as tired as before. Perhaps having Marielle with me was draining me of energy. Still afraid I won’t be able to make it all the way home and focused on simply leading Zegulf away from Marielle, I teleport over and over again. Not even thinking about the direction I’m going in. All I’m doing is picking the furthest object I can see and willing myself next to it. The lights of the city pass by me in a fuzzy blur as I run for what feels like hours, with my mark throbbing the entire time, as the knowledge that he’s still closely pursuing me, both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I know he didn’t go after Marielle, and a curse because I'm gradually getting exhausted. I’m running myself haggard, past the point of exhaustion. Reaching a four-way intersection, I grab onto a pedestrian rail and lean against it to catch my breath. Should I stop here? I wonder as I sweep my eyes over the area around me. Is this

~Zegulf~ I've never felt so alone in my entire life. My mate runs away from me. She doesn't want me... It hurts so much. Xavier has offered the little explanation he could gather from putting several calls through to a couple of friends who vowed to become allies if we're in dire need of one. It turns out that my mate has been brainwashed all her life. She doesn't even know what we share or the fact that we're meant to be together... Forever. She thinks I'm something as close to the devil. She thinks she's cursed, and her curse attracts evil creatures like me to her. Goddess! What have they done to my mate? How can I get to her and have her listen to me long enough to explain what we are to each other? She needs to know she's not cursed, she needs to know she's the only one for me, she needs to know that the Sect isn't who they claim to be. If I could curse whoever makes the rules in this forsaken world, I would. Not being able to enter Carmen’s house will be my undoing if I can

~Zegulf~ We gradually head down from the car as Xavier marches forward to secure a room for us. This isn’t a defensible place to hole up in, but I can’t go any further. Shutting the door of the SUV, I hook my thumb in the direction of Oscar. "Bring the malicious prick to my room. I have questions." The sunlight shining down into this shithole’s parking lot is driving me insane. The pain is there as I feel the nerves in my joints twitching and my hands aching to do something. I’m the leader of one of the most powerful packs in the world, and here I am brought to my knees, powerless to fight invisible rules, powerless against the being that is my fated. Of course, I have to remind myself, as I walk into the dingy motel room, that I’ve read all the memoirs of other hybrid vampires who have found their mates. They describe the feelings, the emotions, and the longings. But the problem is, each and every memoir or vampire I’ve spoken to has said different things. No two pairin

~Zegulf~"What can we do to keep you alive?" I ask him."Hmmm?" he asks, his voice now barely a whisper. "Nothing can work, Zegulf Landerman. I behaved like my father. I forced myself on a very unique soul-fated. Now I have to bear the consequence of my actions."Shaking his head, I see tears flowing down Oscar's cheeks. "I don’t have any information that might help you to kill my father." His voice cracks through the air in the room and we all stare as the first spurt of blood rushes out through his nose. "But you have to kill him for what he did. He heartlessly murdered a woman. Continuously forced himself on her until she gave up. Dargo and I know this because our nanny told us before she passed.""Brody, is there something you can do?" I ask my Beta, stepping closer to Oscar as I watch more blood force their way out of Oscar's mouth.Brody comes to stand beside me, shaking his head, slowly. "I can't keep him alive, but I can take some blood samples and run extensive tests to find

~Zegulf~Still, one can't take it away from the man that he’s after the welfare of his offspring. The request is for him and his family.Alaric is a large man, maybe an inch shorter than me, with a barrel chest and thick legs. If I didn’t smell the wolf deep within him, I’d mistake him for something else.His thick beard and long hair try without success to make him look much older than he probably is.“We’ll need a proper sit-down,” I say to him, “but now is not a good time. We need to get answers from the hunter before we act tonight.”Alaric grins through his beard. “No problem here. We’ll keep watch over your mate while you sort things out.”“The majority of my men can't be found in plain sight, still, If you need help with anything, don’t hesitate.”“I appreciate that. This city and the surrounding cities used to be big enough for my pack and Warsunng’s when we all migrated from the tropics. But over the last couple of years, it’s changing,” he says, and while I can sense he would