Saving My Rejected Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Aria and Cecil sat inside a sleek, modern café nestled in the heart of Silver Moon Pack’s bustling business district. The place was lively, but a storm of nerves churned silently between the two women. Cecil watched, half-amused and half-concerned, as Aria picked up her phone… only to put it down again… and then repeated the cycle, all while sipping her caramel frappuccino like it was her only lifeline. “If I have to watch you touch that phone one more time, I’m going to lose my mind,” Cecil said with a long sigh. “Are we staying here until sunset, or do we have a plan before we become the furniture?” Aria groaned and slapped her palm on the table. “Ugh! Fine! I’ll call him. Just once. I’m going to choke on my own pride at this point—but if it’ll get my parents out of that g

‘Damn it, why does she have to be this clumsy? I’m barely holding it together as it is,’ Mason cursed inwardly, his jaw tightening as his gaze flicked between her lips and her wide, startled eyes. Aria felt the heat crawl up her neck the moment their proximity registered. His scent was intoxicating and maddeningly alluring. It wrapped around her like a magnetic pull, making her heart pound in her chest. “Y-Your scent—” she started breathlessly, but Mason suddenly gripped her arms with surprising gentleness, steadying her against him. “Are you okay, Aria?” he murmured, his voice low and velvet-smooth. “Can I call you that… when it’s just us?” Hi

After dinner, Nina wasn’t finished with her surprises. She tugged insistently at Aria’s hand and led her straight to her room. Mason made an attempt to intervene, calling after them, but Aria was just as eager. The two completely ignored him, swept away in their own little world. With a resigned sigh, Mason let them go and returned to the upstairs living room, where Julian and Cecil were deep in animated conversation.  Or rather, Julian was talking with exaggerated hand gestures, while Cecil laughed heartily, clearly enjoying herself.  Mason, meanwhile, simply watched, his mind elsewhere. Not long after, Aria came back, stepping quietly into the r

What the hell am I doing?! Aria screamed in her head, but her body clearly wasn’t listening. Her fingers tangled into Mason’s thick hair, anchoring him to her as if she needed him there—needed this. Every rational thought blurred into heat as he deepened the kiss, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that made her toes curl. In one fluid, practiced motion, Mason slipped his hand beneath her robe and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall into a silent heap behind her. The next second, his palm slid under her thin tank top, searing her skin, making her gasp at the boldness and the pleasure that bloomed instantly beneath his touch. His mouth broke away from hers only to trail down, skimming along her jaw, then down her throat, leaving a fiery trail in h

“Ugh… my head,” Aria groaned, shielding her eyes from the sunlight that poured through the wide windows like a merciless spotlight. It felt like knives stabbing into her skull, the aftermath of too much wine and too many emotions the night before. “Well, look who’s finally risen from the dead,” came Cecil’s playful yet exasperated voice. “I was starting to think I’d grow roots here waiting for you.” Aria squinted against the brightness and spotted Cecil lounging casually at the round table, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, the other scrolling lazily through her phone. Dragging herself out of bed, Aria stumbled toward the table and dropped into the seat across from her. She blinked down at her phone and let out