Alle Kapitel von TRUE MATE REJECTED: Kapitel 11 – Chapter 20

AxelIn the truck, I roll down the windows, letting the hot, damp air in. Luna pokes a finger out into the air rushing by, then sneaks a glance at me. When I don’t reprimand her, she sticks a hand out, spreading her fingers and letting the wind stream between them. A shy smile spreads across her face, growing bigger as she hangs her arm out, swooping it up and down through the air currents. I offer her a smile, and she laughs, turning back to the window. She’s like a little kid playing airplane with her hand.Maybe I was too hard on her at the picnic. I should have eased her in more slowly, gotten to know her before I showed her off to the pack. I’ll just have to teach her a few things before I take her out in public again. I can’t have the pack thinking my mate is some kind of idiot.By the time we get home, we’ve both calmed down.“Where’s Mama?” she asks, peering off into the late evening darkness.“She’s still at the healers,” I say. “I’m sure she’ll come right here when your moth

I force myself to focus on her, sliding my finger deeper until I feel the barrier of her virginity. I long to thrust my finger through, but that honor belongs to my engorged cock. I lower myself between her legs, taking my cock in my hand and stroking the swollen head up and down her slick folds. “This will hurt at first, but try to relax, and the pleasure is even morethan what I just gave you.”Her eyes close, and she settles her head onto the pillow. She reaches up, her tiny hands gripping my broad shoulders. “I want more,” she moans.“That’s it, Luna love. Just let me pleasure you. You have no idea how happy I am that I’ve found you.” I practically purr as my heart floods with joy at having discovered my True Mate, the one made just for me and my wolf. My wolf roars with lust and joy inside me, frantic to take what’s ours. She raises her narrow hips, and I look down at her perfect little body, reminded again how small and fragile she is beneath my powerful body. All the more reaso

I wonder if he expects me to repeat the words Lewis taught me, or if I can sniff him and get more information that way. But he doesn’t seem to require a handshake, and when I hear footsteps in the distance, I know there’s no time for sniffing.“Come then,” Evan says, and before I can say a word, he scoops me up in his arms and shoots through the forest at breakneck speed, even faster than I can run as a wolf. Trees blur by like they did in Axel’s truck, and only a moment later, he’s stopping in front of a large dwelling near a running creek. I don’t see how this can be a place to hide, as the house is huge and made of some kind of white stone. I can barely see the water in the night, but the trickling sound is like a balm to my ears, and the damp scent of moss fills my heart with comfort.Pushing aside the massive steel door, he sets me inside and says, “Welcome to my lair.”Something about this lair-house makes me uneasy. Despite the hot night outside, the air inside feels chilly and

The elder retrieves a knife and a long, carved stick painted with symbols. Feathers dangle from the end of the carved wood. She retrieves another wooden wand with something like deer hooves affixed to the end. The dried hooves clatter and set my nerves on edge as she rests them on the table. Next, she pulls out two tiny jars of something that glows like the bioluminescence I’ve seen in the sea sometimes when I’ve been exploring with my mother.When she’s laid out all her instruments, the shaman says, “Close all the curtains and lock the doors. We must seal the space.”“Ama,” Axel snaps, and Ama rushes around the house, covering the windows and slamming the doors, turning a part of the knob that makes a snicking sound.When Ama’s done, the elder turns to her and says, “You stand as a witness, Second. And you…” She points a bony finger at Axel. “Come and stand before your True Mate.”Axel progresses toward me like he’s trudging through quicksand toward his death.When he stands before m

LunaA long, loud groan leaves my lips as I wake. I try to remember where I am, what happened. I’m in a bed that smells… Foreign. I take a few sniffs. The scent is musky and makes my body warm. I turn my head in the other direction and smell something sour like the way the clothes Mama and I found wrapped around the bones smelled before we washed them. It seems to be emanating from the sheets themselves, which feel a little greasy to the touch.I think back, trying to remember coming here. An assault of pain, both emotional and physical, launches through me instead.A bond I never wanted in the first place, torn from my soul. Mama’s eyes closing, never to open again.With a gasp of shock, I sink into the excruciating aches and gaping holes that leave my body open, vulnerable, and bereft.Why am I still here? Why didn’t I die like I wanted?Footsteps tromp about somewhere in the house. Men growl and laugh. I struggle to an upright position, finding myself in a small room with the door