All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Xyana~ I take a deep breath as I step inside the dimly lit office of Alpha Gaston after he tells me to come in. “Xyana," he calls casually. "What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting.” His eyes are glued on the paperwork in front of him even as he scolds me. “Good morning, Gaston." He nods, still focused on the paperwork. "I wanted to talk to you. Are you busy? Can we talk?” He pushes the paper aside and looks up at me. "I told your maid that you need to rest. Didn't she inform you?" "She did. I just... I wanted to speak to you about... a pressing matter." A couple of seconds pass in total silence. Then he sighs and directs his attention back to the paperwork, picking it up. “Sit, and tell me what you want to say. As long as you'll return to bed afterward.” I take a seat opposite him, with his desk in between us. “I... I know I was discharged just yesterday, but I’m feeling very great now. Thanks to Adina, and her special tea." He looks up, staring questionably at

~Xyana~"Tell your wolf to speak to us." Dion requests. My breathing gets heavier as I look between them panickedly. “I can’t force her to speak. She does as she wishes.” I whisper, my voice failing me as I see Dion marching closer, reducing the little air that is barely in the room.I turn to Clifton; he's staring at me but doesn't say a word. Anger bubbles up in me, but it is soon replaced by despair when Declan speaks; “It's unheard of that a wolf is forced to talk to her mate. She should be purring automatically when she sees us.” He turns me around to face him and orders, "tell your wolf to speak to us."‘Juno, please.’ I beg her in my head as my Mates seem to agree in unison. But she doesn’t answer me. Instead, she's dancing, mocking me. She knows Clifton will hear her if she decides to speak. So, she doesn't.I watch my Mates as they burn with anger and so many other feelings I can't put into words. Fear and desperation fill my chest; my brain threatens to black out. And I so

~Xyana~Swiping my tongue across my lips, I keep eye contact with Declan as he lets his fingers glide down my belly and into my panties.I open my mouth in a silent gasp as his fingers travel further down between my folds and he grins at me.My body hums to his touch. It is nothing like Clifton's touch; 'my imagination of Clifton's touch,' maybe. Because I'm yet to ascertain if he truly came to my room or if I was simply imagining things.Declan's touch is different, precise, reverent, appraising, and pure. My clit is already throbbing expectantly as he gently spreads my thigh and starts massaging it, making me moan. Holding on to his arm that I've fantasized about each time I see him, I throw my head back towards Dion's shoulder, and he offers me support with his bare chest while his arms wrap around my chest, pushing my shirt up and caressing my skin without paying explicit attention to any part, yet.Declan leans closer and increases the rhythm and pressure of his strokes, teasing

~Dion~I jolt awake as a loud shattering scream disrupts the silence in the room. Looking around quickly, I see Xyana clawing onto the bed sheets with Declan leaning over her, trying to calm her down.That makes me almost throw the blanket away while moving closer to her "Sunshine, what's wrong?" I ask her, trying to take her face into my hands but as soon as I touch her she screams louder, over and over again and with each scream, it goes louder than the previous one."What the fuck is wrong with her?" I ask Declan.He shakes his head, telling me he had no idea. I touch her arm and it chills and burns me at the same time while her breathing grows heavy and erratic.Panic spreads through every fiber in me, with pain and sheer agony squeezing around my heart as I look at my brother, clueless as to what to do. When he turns to meet my eyes, I realize that he's as worried as I am. "What should we do?""Xy-Sunshine," I tried to call her again, and I got another ear-piercing scream from h

~Xyana~I wake up feeling like my body has taken a much-needed rest. Every part of me, every joint, feels like it's enjoying its best days yet.After a few seconds or maybe more, I finally peel my eyes open. I'm still in Dion's room. And when I turn to the other side to check for the presence of any of my mates, the sweet scent of smoke and damp soil waps through my nose, invading my senses.'I must be dreaming.'Turning to face him, I feel his strong arms, I feel the strong taut muscles of his arm wrap around me. Clifton holds me in an embrace while still sleeping soundly. I rub my eyes, everything within me is telling me that I'm definitely dreaming. I wait a bit, hoping to wake up if I'm dreaming and hoping that he'll transform into Declan or Dion in case I'm imagining him.But nothing happens. 'He is really here, lying in my bed. What manner of miracle is this?'"Are you going to stare at me forever?" His deep and husky voice gets me to halt my movements. "You'll have to stop at