Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Rael POVI lean forward, keeping my elbows on my knees and just watch. I’m more interested now, this wasn’t how today’s trial was meant to go, but I’m not about to complain. Dagen’s sudden twist adds exactly the sort of tension we need.Fear.Betrayal.Blood.And it is all neatly wrapped up in one moment. Tomorrow's group combat trial is going to be good, but this? This is the kind of preview that makes it better.Sera hesitates, and I can see the panic. She’s trembling, her eyes dart to Dagen as if she is waiting for him to say it’s a joke. He won’t, and she knows it. That’s why she charges.Her scream is shrill and too high-pitched to be convincing. It wouldn’t even scare a cub with her battle cry, and it doesn’t even get a reaction from Veyra.I’m glad, it shouldn’t, not when she’s already bloodied and humiliated and hasn’t dropped from our crap.At first, Veyra doesn’t move. I can see it, the calculating, Sera stumbles forward with the grace of a newborn pup. The moment Sera gets

Veyra POVOnce he leaves, I don’t move. I hear the door click behind me, but I stand still. The sound echoes loudly despite how quiet it is. My body is frozen, I stand just inside the threshold and take in the space. It’s too clean, too still.Everything looks untouched. The bed is perfectly made, the lighting is dim but warm, and the air smells faintly of cedar and something else, maybe cloves.Nothing about this place belongs to me, and yet they have given me the room. For how long, though?My fingers twitch at my sides. I slowly walk deeper into the room. Each step across the thick rug feels wrong, like a mistake. I pass the bed and barely glance at the silken sheets. My gaze sweeps around and takes in the rest of the space.The room is lavish and far more beautiful than my own room at the pack. That room was fit for an alpha; this room is like it’s made for royalty. There’s a vanity near the window and a small chair beside the fireplace. A door is cracked open slightly and leads t

Dagen POVAs soon as her mouth touches mine, something inside of me splits. It’s not gentle or even sweet in the slightest. It’s raw, feral and wild. The way her fingers fist into the collar of my shirt, as if I’m the only thing anchoring her to this moment. All of it knocks the air from my lungs. Her body presses into mine, soft skin against my chest, and the thin chemise she’s wearing is barely a barrier. Her scent surrounds me, it’s thick with heat and the stirrings of something deeper.Her wolf is taking control, now that her heat isn’t suppressed.I don’t pull away from her. I don’t want to. Instead, I grip her waist and drive her back into the wall, not worth anger but with need. She makes a sound in the back of her throat. Something between a gasp and a growl. It sounds so fucking amazing, it sends something feral racing through me. My wolf surges forward, not trying to control, but to feel. It wants to feel her. Always her. Even when I fought it.The kiss deepens, messy and to

Veyra POVI’m so angry at myself, like...What even is that? I kissed Dagen, DAGEN! Why? What the hell is wrong with my wolf? Rubbing my face, I continue to pace the bedroom and shout at myself. My wolf is waking up in a way I’m not used to.In my pack, in many packs, heat suppressants are used until you’ve found your mate and been claimed. I like the idea of being untouched for your mate. If I didn’t take the suppressants, when I reached 18 and began to heat, I would have had no choice but to let an Alpha touch me.Now, though, I hate it. Their plan to use our heat against us won’t work. I will not beg them to touch me, I won’t wait for them, and I won’t let them ease it. Even as I think about it, I know it’s dangerous. Trying to push through Heat without an Alpha there to knot you is deadly. That, combined with my rejection...Yeah, I’m in for a painful few days if I fight this.I will, though, go to them and beg them to knot me...I’m not going to do it.Climbing into bed, I close my

Maddox POVHer voice cuts through the room like a blade. Every Omega at every table turns. Even the guards shift where they stand, eyes snapping toward her. And us? We just stare.Veyra isn’t quiet. She isn’t submissive. She doesn’t know how to keep her head down and play the game. She speaks like she’s not afraid of anyone here, and maybe she isn’t. That’s the problem.That kind of pride is going to get her killed.She’s edging closer to Heat, and I can already tell she’s trying to fight it. No suppressants anymore, no mate to claim her, no Alpha to ground her when it hits. If she keeps resisting, she’ll burn herself from the inside out. The question is whether she’ll beg before then, or if she’ll die choking on her own defiance.“She’s going to die,” Vane mutters, his fork scraping across the plate.“She’s making herself an outcast,” Dagen adds, eyes still locked on her across the room.“She should be,” Rael says, a slow grin pulling at his mouth. “If she isn’t, she’s going to start