Semua Bab Rejected and Claimed : Bab 241 - Bab 250

~Carmen~ He says it so simply, I’m not sure I heard him right. “What?” I find myself gasping for the second time. “He’s dead, Carmen,” Elder Felix says more firmly, his own anger leaking into his voice. “He was killed yesterday by vampires.” “No,” I moan as the truth of his words hits, taking all the strength out of me. Elder Francis is dead…killed by vampires. The man who’s been my only protector in this cursed world is gone. “Yes, he’s gone,” Elder Felix says cruelly, “all because of girls like you who carry that awful, cursed mark around. A cursed mark that warrants the Sect to always protect you from their whoreful destiny. It’s sad that in the end of the day, you all will still end up with them, but on the Sect’s terms. Stupid terms that are always focused on exploitation anyway.” Looking up at the ceiling, tears stinging my eyes, I ask him, “What do you mean?” But he doesn't give me an answer. “Why?” I ask, but this time, I’m not asking Elder Felix, I’m asking god

~Carmen~  The sunlight is quickly dimming, and the shadows in the corners are growing larger. Where’s my phone? Dropping to my knees again, I start sorting through everything on the floor, searching for it. I haven’t heard from Kennedy. has he deserted me, too? Or is he mourning the death of his father? Does he also blame me for his father's death? If he's still coming to get me, what if it's for revenge? Well, it's all too late now. I need to call him and tell him not to come. It’s too late for a rescue. The vampires are close. If he shows up, he’ll only be in danger. I can't be blamed for the death of a father and his son. Even if Kennedy believes that I contributed to the death of his father, I can't lose him, too. I think as I fling away a shirt. He’s literally all I have left. Crawling around on

~Zegulf~  My sight temporarily goes blank when the door finally opens and I see Carmen. It's unbelievable that all this time, the gods and goddesses were only making me wait for her. I was never mateless; I just had no idea my mate was being held captive, several miles away from me. ‘No one deserves to die without experiencing true companionship,’ Brody has once told me.  So, I decided to find a companion. I already accepted my fate and was hoping to find a mateless female who would be willing to put up with a broken soul like me. That was until the signs of my failing body started, and Brody finally came up with a reason for that I searched for her. I hoped, waited, and raged for her. I’ve felt every emotion under these dark, starry skies. Finally, taking in the beauty of my mate after a momentary

~Carmen~  Hair messy, a few strands fall into his eyes, giving him a dark, menacing look. Especially as he stares down at me, panting like he’s not sure if he wants to kiss me again or destroy me. All thoughts of Angels and heavenly beings instantly flee my head. He’s not an Angel... he’s a demon that is hellbent on devouring me. His ocean blue fiery gaze widens a fraction as if he can read my thoughts just before it bores into my eyes with an intensity that shoves me closer to the place between dream and reality. “Yes, I’m going to devour you,” Zegulf says, his voice striking a chord behind my ribs and thrumming through every vein. “But don’t worry.” His hand lashing out, moving faster than my eyes can follow. He shreds my shirt to pieces, exposing my bra. “You’re going to love every second of it.” 

~Carmen~  The freedom to just accept what’s happening to me. To stop fighting it, to just be. ‘I don’t know which I like more,’ he purrs inside my head and rolls his hips, rocking against my clit. ‘Drinking from your sweet neck or stuffing you with my cock.’ When I let out a long, keening whimper, my pussy quivering around him, he sucks harder. Both sensations are fucking exquisite. Harder and harder he sucks and drinks. Swallowing down the very stuff that gives me life and keeps my heart beating. And instead of slowing, my pulse quickens. ‘You are exquisite.’ He praises me in my head. Higher and higher, I fly closer to my death, colors dancing in front of my eyes. ‘My angel...you are everything I’ve dreamed of...’ My clit throbs viciously,