All Chapters of Saving My Rejected Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

As planned, Mason, Aria, Julian, and Sam made their way to the city under the cover of dusk, determined to retrieve the documents that could clear Aria’s parents’ names. Every move was calculated, every second precious. But before diving into the mission, they stopped at Mason’s mansion to regroup and review their strategy.The black SUV hadn’t even fully stopped when the mansion’s front door creaked open.Weston, Mason’s house manager, greeted them with a strangely smug smile. “Welcome back, Alpha.”Mason narrowed his eyes, his instincts immediately on edge. “Why do you look like you’re hiding something?”Weston simply chuckled, cryptic. “Go inside. You’ll see.”Suspicion bristled down Mason’s spine. Without another word, he stepped into the foyer, the others trailing behind him. Then—there they were.Jacob stood in the middle of the living room with a slightly stiff posture, while Cecil remained seated on the edge of the couch, her expression unreadable. Everything else looked norm

Jacob gently laid Sam on the velvet sofa in the grand receiving hall, her body limp, her breathing shallow and uneven. Crimson streaks marred her arms and shoulders—glass shards embedded deep beneath the skin. Blood smeared across the upholstery, but no one dared comment.“Get me water, towels—now!” Cecil snapped at the guards, her voice sharp and commanding. “Tweezers, hemostats, anything you can find to pull the glass out!”The guards hesitated, exchanging uncertain looks. She wasn’t their superior. They didn’t move.Then Jacob’s voice thundered across the room. “Move! Or I’ll make sure the Chairman hears about your incompetence firsthand!”Fear shot down their spines like ice. They scrambled out of the room to follow Cecil’s orders without another word.Once they were gone, Sam cracked one eye open, her breathing already stabilizing. Jacob gave a subtle nod. Their plan was working.Cecil turned to the last remaining guard, who was awkwardly lingering in the corner.“I need to get t

Aria’s POV"Which room should I use?" I asked Mason as soon as the call with Nina ended.His brow furrowed, gaze narrowing like I’d just spoken a foreign language. "What room are you talking about?""The one I’m sleeping in tonight?” I raised a brow, feigning innocence. “I checked the guest room I used before, but my things weren’t there. The maids were clueless and told me to ask you, Chairman Larkin," I added with a teasing smile, already guessing his answer.Mason leaned back in his leather chair, his broad shoulders sinking into the seat as he brought his hands together, fingers steepled like a man ready to strike. His eyes dragged down my body with a slow, scorching stare before rising to meet mine. A wicked smirk curved his lips."You’ll sleep in my room. Where else would you be sleeping, Aria?"My wolf stirred at his voice, at that possessive growl that wrapped every word. She wanted him—badly. So did I.I stepped between his spread legs and shoved his chair back just enough to

Aria’s POV He was unhinged. Wild. And I was gasping for air, barely holding on. His tongue lashed at my clit with ruthless precision, striking again and again like he was chasing a deadline—like he needed to make me come or die trying. I tried to open my legs, desperate to give him more, to offer myself fully—but he held them clamped together, pinned between his thighs. My body trembled, aching, pleading. Then suddenly, he shifted. He lifted my legs without warning. For a split second, I thought he’d peel off the rest of my leggings, finally set me free. But no.

Mason, Julian, and Jacob left Cecil and Aria at the wedding dress shop and headed straight for Alisher’s law firm.The moment they stepped into the gleaming lobby, all conversations faltered. Heads turned. Whispers rippled through the air. The Alpha of the strongest pack, followed by his two fiercest betas, was not a sight the Silver Moon territory often witnessed—especially since Jacob and Sam had been dispatched overseas for delicate diplomatic missions.Every step they took was met with deference and curiosity. Employees bowed their heads respectfully, clients moved aside, and more than a few bold hands discreetly lifted phones to capture the moment. Their sudden arrival here, in Attorney Marshall’s building, could only mean one thing—someone’s fate was about to be sealed, and it wouldn’t be pretty.Without a word, they were escorted directly to one of the firm’s most guarded investigation rooms—an area reserved only for the highest-profile cases. The air inside was thick with urge