All Chapters of Saving My Rejected Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Everyone had already gathered in the main villa, except for two. Aria immediately scanned the table and narrowed her eyes. “Where are Cecil and Jacob?” She and Mason had just taken their seats when Mason casually answered, “They went to the city. Jacob’s running an errand for me and decided to bring Cecil along. They won’t be back tonight—we’ll meet them at the mansion tomorrow before the mission.” Aria raised an intrigued brow. “Cecil agreed to go with him? That’s… unexpected.” Diana leaned forward, a knowing smile on her lips. “Not just that—Cecil told me Jacob asked her out on a date after he finished his errand. That’s why

“What news are you talking about?” Cecil asked, her brows furrowed in confusion, voice tight with unease. Before Emily or Alexander could respond, Alisher stepped in, his voice calm but firm—cutting through the emotion. “Let’s all sit down first. This isn't a conversation we should have standing.” They nodded and took their seats, the weight of what was coming making the air feel heavier. Alisher leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. His expression had shifted into something far more serious—calculated and cold. “Allow me to speak on their behalf,” he said, glancing at the Harpers. Both Emily and Alexander gave a silent nod of approval.

Cecil’s POVMy eyes couldn’t stay still. Every corner of Jacob’s ancestral house drew my attention—it was overwhelming, in the best kind of way. Massive, elegant, and hauntingly beautiful.From the outside, the house looked like something out of an old, regal painting—stone walls in warm cream, framed with black metal accents and rich dark wood around the windows and doors. But once we stepped inside, I was caught completely off guard.Instead of what I imagined, antique furniture, heavy drapes, maybe old portraits staring down from the walls, it was sleek, modern, and surprisingly warm. Somehow, it still felt like home. “Oh... this is interesting. And deceiving,” I blurted as I let go of Jacob’s arm and walked into the open living room, spinning slowly to take it all in.“Deceiving?” he echoed, eyebrows pulling together.I laughed, realizing how that sounded. “In a good way! I just wasn’t expecting this. I thought it would be... older. Like something passed down for generations.”He

Cecil’s POVJacob’s voice dropped lower, drawing me in. “Mason didn’t return to his father after those three years. It was Orun who reached out to the Lycans—Mason’s mother’s side. Matilda’s family took him in.”I tensed, my breath caught. “What do you mean… took him in?”“He was left in an orphanage,” Jacob said flatly. “Orun claimed Mason didn’t remember anything—he was dazed, traumatized. After the attack, the injuries, and watching his mother die in his arms… something in him just broke.”A chill crept up my spine.“Orun said he had no choice. He left Mason with a friend, promised to come back once he’d lured the rebels away. And he did. But by the time he returned, he still couldn't remember anything.”He paused, letting the silence press down before continuing.“After my father died, my mother never returned to this house. We stayed in Matilda’s territory instead. My mom was Mason’s mother’s closest friend. With no living family left, she took us all in—as her own.”I swallowed

Cecil’s POVJacob kissed me like he was starving—like tomorrow didn’t exist and tonight was all that mattered. His hands roamed from my neck, gliding down my shoulder, over my chest, until they found my breast. His touch was agonizingly slow at first, a soft tease that built unbearable tension. Then, he gripped me firmer, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and the heat between my thighs surged so violently I thought I might combust.My heart thudded, loud and frantic, matching the hunger in his every move. His arousal pressed against my thigh, hot and persistent, driving me even wilder. Every breath I took felt too shallow. Every second he didn’t take me felt like torture.He kissed down my jaw, then the side of my neck, sucking just beneath my ear. I moaned when his mouth met that sensitive spot, while his fingers played me like an instrument. Sparks ignited everywhere, especially between my legs—I could feel how soaked I already was.Without thinking, my hands explored him, tra