All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Xyana~ "You are still fat, but at least you've cleaned up nicely," Kedar tells me. I can't help but wonder why I thought I was going to get an apology from this inhumane prick. 'Xyana, let's get out of here.' Juno grunts in my head. 'Mate is waiting for us.' 'Mate? Did Juno just refer to Dion as our mate? Dear goddess, I'm so grateful that I'm alive to witness this day.' "I think there's an invisible moth, or should I say, flu, in your pack. Nobody here seems like they can afford three square meals a day. And that's not their fault. It is so because what they have is a leader who prefers to stick his penis inside every available hole than sit down, brainstorm, and find ways to make his pack better just like responsible Alphas from other Packs." Kedar chuckles, "maybe I would have let you be with me if I knew you were this mouthy." He scratches his head. "But I don't regret my decision." He shrugs. "Wash a pig, dress a pig, a pig remains a pig." The blow hit below the belt. I f

~Gaston~ I can't believe what I feel when I touch Xyana. It's as if she is empty; I can't even find the right words to express what I feel. I quickly dropped her arm and told my brothers what I thought. "I think she's... dead." Clifton stares at me laughing like he's raving mad. "That can't be possible." He insists. "Clifton," I call him. "What do you feel when you touch her?" I ask, waiting to hear his reply. He draws a big breath and pats his hair to the side with his fingers. "Hollow." He replies and I nod. "That's exactly what I feel too," I murmur, confused. "Maybe we should take her to Rhenat, like Dion suggested." Rhenat the witch can go all in, she dabbles with dark magic and every other aspect of sorcery available to her. And right now, we're at our wit's end. She's the only one who can help us with a solution. Clif sinks his bottom on the floor, looking dejected and completely wrecked. Then suddenly, he rushes at Dion. He pounces on him, kicking and screaming at hi

~Xyana~ "Let's go." The Man in Black tells me, but I'm still unable to move. I'm super scared. He sighs and gently picks me up, cautious of the possible pain the whips are causing me. I see one of the men he probably came with tugging at Bill's dead body. The Man in Black carries me through the clearing until we get to a car with the passenger's seat already opened by a man I think might be his driver. He places me inside his car gently and files in beside me from the other side of the passenger's door. "Xavier, get out of here," He orders his driver. "Yes, Alpha." The driver replies and I tilt my body slightly to get a good look at the Man in Black. Alpha? He's an Alpha? How? Images of all the times I've seen him at Gurreo-Valley play in my head. 'If he's an Alpha, what then has he been doing, moving around freely in Gurreo-Valley like he's just a pack member?' His gaze meets mine and he flashes a smile. "Don't be afraid, Firefly. I told you I'll come for you, didn't I? Now c

~Zegulf~ It's exhausting waiting behind to hear from the doctor. I shouldn't even be seated here. I should be having a meeting with a few of the pack elders I nominated into the Alpha's Cabal. They need to know that I have the Moon-made. It should be a thing of celebration and a big blessing to our Pack. But somehow, Xyana's health and welfare seem to matter most to me right now. 'Why isn't she healing? Does Moon-mades not have functioning wolves?' "We have to meet with the Cabal." My Beta, Xavier, reminds me via mind-link, and I frown at him. "Alpha–" "Stop it, Xavier." I cut him off. "I'll go once I'm certain she's okay," I respond via mind-link. Thankfully the doctor chose that moment to step in. "So?" I snapped at the innocent man. "Her wounds have been disinfected and treated–" "Are you going to tell me, or do you need me to rip it out of your throat?!" I bark at him. "Alpha," he b

~Xyana~"You're an Alpha?" I ask the Alpha as he steps into the car."Yes."His expression softens, and then he grabs my face and shifts closer like he's studying a particular spot on my face. "I'll help you clean up when we get home." He says simply, his gaze pinned on me."You mean your pack house?" I croak out."Yes." "I can clean up by myself."His mouth curves into a smile as he leans back onto the car seat. "You and I know that's not even possible. You're hurt, I'll help you. I'm only offering help. Nothing out of the ordinary." I dart my eyes around, determined to look at anyone but him. Settling my gaze on my hospital gown, I nod at him. "As long as you'll help with just my hands, face, and legs.""Oh, I'll help with everywhere." He tells me and I freeze, slipping him a curious glare as well. He laughs tenderly, "Just kidding." He says. "I'll take your cue, always."There is something about the way he stressed the last word that