Lahat ng Kabanata ng REJECTED ONCE, CLAIMED TWICE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

4 years back ….Aira’s POV“Yo, dames and duds! Mom finally said yes—we’re heading to the Dark Moon Pack’s uni!” Ryder whooped, grinning like a lunatic as he raised his arms, revealing crates of party drinks that were definitely on the ‘No-No’ list. “Let’s get this party started!”Cue mayhem.All the boys in the room erupted in wild cheers.“Woooo! Let’s hit it!!”“Whoa! Sensitive ears here!” I hollered, flinching at the volume. “Chillax, guys,” I added with a dramatic eye roll as I dropped onto the couch beside one of my sextuplet brothers—the infamous, over-the-top, obnoxiously proud Ryder Stone.Drumrolls, please.“Shut up, sissy,” Ryder said fondly, slinging his arm around my neck and tugging me close. “I know you’re gonna miss your awesome brother—but hey, it’s not like you’re staying behind either.”And he was right.I was leaving too—off to the Dark Arts Academy.My goal? To become Grand Master of the Dark Arts, a title so rare that even among supernaturals, it was legendary.“

Aira’s POVA soft cry tore from my throat as Chester’s mouth pressed against the delicate skin of my neck, his tongue lapping in maddening circles. My fingers gripped his jet-black hair like a lifeline, desperate to ground myself in a moment that felt like drowning in desire.He kissed me as if I were the air he needed to breathe, hands steady as he held me in his lap. His lips—so soft, so sinfully sweet—left trails of fire over my skin, down to my bare shoulder blades. I felt myself unraveling, skin shivering where his mouth lingered, chest heaving with every stolen breath.He wasn’t my friend. Not even close. But in that moment, wrapped around him, I wanted to forget everything else. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the crushing loneliness we both carried—but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him.“Such a beautiful, sweet baby,” he groaned, tightening his hold on me as he pulled my legs around his lean torso, kissing my throat like it was his only salvation. “So… unquestioning.

Aira’s POV“Which pack are you from, little girl? You look lost,” the bald, bloated owner of the brothel sneered, clicking his tongue. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Do you even know where you are, baby girl?” His voice dripped with amusement.Baby girl?Huh?!He could be my grandpa for all I cared.Ugh. I wanted to puke.The man reeked of rotten eggs mixed with the sickly smell of rubber—but beneath that, there was a faint trace of something sweet, like honey, clinging to his skin. That tiny scent made me want to pay him a million dollars just to taste it.“I thought you had a ‘No Questions Asked’ policy for adult customers,” I snapped, bending close until my face nearly touched his. “And as for me being little or lost—don’t mess with a furious Alpha female. It won’t be pretty, mister. Trust me, you’d rather live in peace than wake up screaming every night with scars your wolf couldn’t even heal.”My eyes blazed fury as I stared into his frightened ones. “Just get me the man or woman you were with.

Aira’s POV“FOUND YOU!!”The words struck through the air like a lightning bolt cracking across the stillness of a stormy sky. A raspy, deep voice, raw and beautifully broken, rang out through the ancient, near-dead bond of the mindlink—and I froze. That voice didn’t belong to anyone from my pack. It didn’t belong to Chester. It didn’t belong to my fathers. It didn’t belong to anyone ordinary.It belonged to someone… sacred.Because in that split second, something inside me stirred—no, roared—back to life. My wolf, Zeneca, who had been comatose, locked in silence, buried beneath the rubble of heartbreak and abandonment for four long, empty years… she howled. Loud, powerful, and wild, she cried out into the ether like a long-lost warrior returning to battle.It was a howl of rebirth. Of homecoming. Of deliverance.“Alpha, follow me please,” the humbled brothel owner, Zev—his name now etched into my memory—squeaked meekly. His eyes couldn’t meet mine, and his voice trembled beneath the

Danielle’s POV“TEN”“NINE”“EIGHT”...“OPEN THE FVCKING DOOR DANIELLE IF YOU VALUE YOUR DAMN FVCKING LIFE !!!!” Zev shouted for the nth time and I really thought that his throat pipes had burst coz there was silence for five seconds before the infuriating countdown started again.I sighed and walked towards the door, waiting for him to reach almost the end so that I would open the strong barrier just when his energy had drained out.That fat, old pig must be breathless by now.Gah !I can already hear him panting like a dog.“FIVE”“FOUR”“I know you are standing near the door, bastard. I can smell you and see your fvcking shadow below !!” Zev screamed. It was so fun getting a rouse out of him. Afterall why not ? “Open the freaking door !!” he demanded while furiously banging it as if a thousand bulls were chasing his stinky butt and I did the locks before a punch came knocking in, straight on my face this time !What happened to I can’t ruin your pretty face ? I scoffed internall