Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Veyra POVI'm falling again, and this time it's different to before. This time it's not like I'm tumbling into my own fractured recollections, or even been dragged into one of my mates. It's like a combination of both. It's somehow colder and darker than before like the earth itself has stopped breathing.The obsidian hums even when it disappears from my view, but the sound sinks into my marrow and makes me forget how to move. There's nothing to guide me into this memory, no familiarity, or persons I recognise. All that's here is dry and cracked ground beneath my feet, and the air that tastes like old bold and even older sorrow. I hear the wind begin to whisper again, not through the leaves like I would expect, but through the bones of trees long dead, their twisted branches reaching toward the sky like fingers clawing for something they once had and can never grasp again.My eyes scan everything and the light is a dusky orange, the sun sinking into the horizon like it’s trying to

Maddox POVHer breath is hot against my neck, her body pressed so tightly between mine and Dagen’s that there is nowhere left for her to go. She trembles, not from fear, not truly, but from the unbearable tension that coils beneath her skin, a tension I feel mirrored in every nerve along my own. I can smell her arousal now, thick and undeniable, mixing with the sharp tang of the Silvermoon rising behind us. It bleeds into the air, seeps into the marrow of my bones, until nothing else matters but her.She belongs to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every frantic flicker of her gaze should be mine alone to command. Yet she is between us, caught in the heat of two bodies that both refuse to yield. I feel Dagen's arm brush against mine as he presses into her back, his breath rough as it falls across her shoulder. I want to tear him away from her, rip him from the moment, from the earth itself. But my hand is already sliding beneath the curve of her jaw, tilting her face toward mine, nee

Rael’s POVShe looks at me as though I’ve already touched her soul. I guess I have, we all have.There’s nothing left in her expression of the fire and defiance that lit her eyes back in the obsidian chamber. That’s not weakness. No, this is something else entirely. This is surrender and not the kind that breaks, it's the kind that becomes holy, sacred and transformative.Her fingers stretch toward me, and I take her hand with the kind of reverence a man might give a blade sharp enough to split his heart in two.I waited, I waited through every breath, through every cursed heartbeat while Maddox and Dagen devoured her. I heard the sounds she made. I smelled the way she bloomed for them. I saw her body tremble between theirs, undone and rebuilt. And still I waited because I knew she would want me after, I knew she had to want me because she's also mine.Vane stands beside me, quiet, watching her with eyes that miss nothing. He is always composed, always calculating, but tonight he’s no

Dagen POVMaddox doesn’t wait.He moves, and pushes her up, and his hands spread her wide, and I see him standing in front of her. He lines himself up, his breath catching in anticipation. She twists in my grasp, already trembling, already shaking her head like she doesn’t know how to take more. But she does. Her body knows. Her wolf knows. And the Silvermoon won't let her rest.When he pushes inside beside my cock, she screams again, louder this time, her nails clawing at my arms. We don’t stop. We don’t give her space to think. We push deeper, both of us moving in perfect, brutal rhythm, forcing her body to stretch around us, to accommodate the impossible.She sobs, her body convulsing, and I can feel her slick heat clenching around us both, fluttering with every thrust, her inner walls trying to take us, hold us, survive us. She’s so tight it’s maddening, and yet she doesn’t break.“Feel that?” Maddox growls into her ear, his voice ragged. “That’s what it means to be ours.”“She’ll

Maddox POVI should have been stronger.The truth burns like ash in the back of my throat, bitter and unavoidable. I stand at the edge of the clearing, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ache, the muscles in my arms twitching with leftover adrenaline and a shame I don’t know how to name. The air still reeks of sex, her scent, our scent, and it wraps around me like a noose. I can’t breathe without inhaling the reminder of how I lost control. The other scents mean nothing at all, I can't focus on them, all I can focus on is her.I was so sure I could fight it. I swore I would. I told myself over and over that the Silvermoon would rise and pass, and I would be the one to keep my mind. But I didn’t. The moment she looked at me, eyes glassy with want, neck bared in surrender, I was gone. My wolf surged forward like a wildfire, consuming everything, reason, restraint, mercy and I let him. I let him take her. I needed to take her.Now, the only thing I feel is the weight of that failure. I thoug