All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Xyana~ My heart skips a beat as Declan places my right arm on his neck. He moves his hand back down to my pussy, then he lifts one of my legs to Dion, who grabs it gently. Declan spreads my folds with his fingers and says; "Look how beautiful you are, My love." 'Dear Goddess!' Gently, he places one of his fingers on my clit, feeling my wetness. I moan, leaning back against him, and enjoy as he kneads me down there gently. "I love how you react to my touch." Declan murmurs, his gaze burning itself into my skin as he watches me. My pussy throbs painfully as I watch Dion clenching his jaw. I feel his fingers trail my leg. Slowly, he slips his finger between my legs, and pushes a finger into me, careful not to get in Declan's way. "Oh, fuck," I breathe out, enjoying Dion moving in and out of me while Declan continues to play with my clit. My orgasm builds inside me and I’m about to be pushed over the edge as Dion growls, "Fuck Bones, she's close. Not sure she can wait much lon

~Xyana~ When I finally pushed my eyes open, it was Dion that woke me up. I yawn and stretch lazily. "What time is it, D?" "Still early, Beauty. However, your assistant insists that she wants to see you. Something about both of you having an appointment today, and she's certain you won't want to throw it out of the window unless it's a good excuse, which she insists on hearing from you, though." "Dear Goddess.” I groan, lifting my body from the bed. Mona and I agreed to visit her family today and she told me her father and brother can't wait to meet me. I sigh as I stand. Dion hands me a neatly folded dress of mine and when I stare quizzically at him, he flashes a smile. "Got it from your room. Should I get your breakfast, so that you can eat after speaking to Miss. Ardbry?" I shake my head as I slip into my dress. "That's so sweet of you, but I'll pass." He helps me with my dress, and when I'm fully dressed, I kiss his forehead and walk over to the mirror to see myself. Then

~Xyana~ While on our way home, I texted the Alpha and my mates, asking if I was needed at home for any reason. Gaston, Dion, and Declan replied that I wasn't. But I got no reply from Clifton. I kept wondering why Gideon would ask that I return to the pack house in an instant. Mona has no clue, neither do I. But when I get to the pack house, everywhere is calm as usual. The guards are all in position. I even had to ask one of them if there was a problem around the pack, and he replied there was no problem at all. Mona isn't convinced, so she insists on seeing me off to my room. Surprisingly, my room is all fixed when we arrive. The bedframe and other ruined furniture have been replaced. New paintings, decorative vases, and flowers have been put up too. It doesn't look explicitly like the room I'm now used to, but it looks great nonetheless. I check my walk-in closet, the entrance door has been fixed, and all my outfits are carefully sorted and arranged. "That was quick," I tell

~Xyana~ I regret my question as his expression morphs into a sly one. A grin grows on his lips, and he grabs my jaw, pulling me close. I gasp as I am ripped from the door frame and I claw onto Clifton's arm, forcing myself to keep my defiant look towards him. "It would be a sight to have you on your knees begging. I'd die to see you beg, Baby." My nails sink into his skin as he leans closer, his husky whisper making a shiver run down my spine. "I would fucking love to see you on your knees for me. Goddess!" He exclaims and I watch his Adams apples in work as he swallows hard. "Let me go!" I say, making him chuckle. Shaking his head, he sweeps his lips over mine, a mild quick touch. But the friction of the touch makes me shudder pleasantly. "Be careful of the things you celebrate about, Baby. You're not special because my wolf speaks to you. What does he tell you anyway? That I'm in love with you?" "Amongst other things." I manage to let out, still maintaining my defiant look

~Xyana~ A few minutes into our journey, my heartbeat was all over the place. I concentrate on breathing deeply. I haven't been to this pack in months. It feels painfully surreal. The ride is uneventful, the road is smooth and once we pass Gurreo-Valley border, my breath hitches. A few more minutes into the ride, familiarity slowly starts creeping in. I suddenly feel like a ghost, as if the old me died and left this scared shell in her place. Echoes of memories of Black-haw pack come racing through my mind. It is a place where I used to hang out with my friends and have fun, a place where I pushed through the pain of being an orphan and moving forward in life, one determined step at a time. Now I'm barely able to make myself move forward. At least I'm certain if I were walking down with both legs, I wouldn't be able to cross Gurreo-Valley pack boundary. My fingers wind into Dion's own. I keep my gaze forward on the road and try my best to keep from letting my own emotions overwh