Todos los capítulos de Bound By A Dare, Rejected By The Alpha: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

DOMINIC With the killings still ongoing, and Rosie's said dreams... I'm trying to comprehend the fact that sooner or later, Mom might leave us.The last thing I'll ever do is let her give up on herself. Yes, she said she doesn't want to undergo chemotherapy... yes, she said she doesn't want further testing... but I'll be a fool not to make her push for life, to fight and defeat this once more.I might have watched Dad kiss the face of the earth goodbye, but definitely not Mom.Rosie already gave quite a scare with her dreams. I'm not a fool to say it wasn't making sense at first... The first day she had that nightmare began the sequence of the brutal killings.Autopsy has been conducted, and the result came out as a wild animal attack. It could be one of those rogues,.casted wolves or those that lurk around the borders.Xylus had successfully given them a chase, and the patrols have been tripled. The time mark has been noted, the prints too, all watches set for the exact time the wil

Rosie's POVIf there's anything I've learned, it's that peace is an illusion created by havoc.It's happening again. I'm back in the same realm with black fog. Only this time, it's not cold, far from it. My skin tingles from how sore the heat has left it. When I scratch, small blisters form, increasing my discomfort as sweat seeps into irritated skin. There's a bit of orange peeking through the dark clouds, but apart from that, everything is the same.What could the monster want now? Who's next on the list? I wonder. I hate that I'm given a heads-up about the next victim and can't do anything to help. It sucks big time, really. The nightmares, the dread, the trauma. The fog slowly clears up to reveal the silhouette of a guy in the distance. His back is turned to me as he stands still. There's something dark about him, maybe it's because he lacks that fragile, hopeless demeanor of the others, but my gut tells me he may not be a victim.Like always, my steps, though reluctant and shaky,

AshtonWho knew wolfsbane could be anything other than a werewolf’s closest resort to suicide? I guess we learn every day. The good thing is we’re officially done with the monster drama.As much as that sounds like the rainbow after the storm, it hasn’t saved me from a hell-ass week of bed rest and Dominic fussing over me in his own ‘Alpha’ way. I smirk at the memory of him watching over me when I was unconscious, when in truth I’d gained consciousness thirty minutes before he stepped in and just wanted a good laugh. I got it.Mum’s in recovery, drifting into unconsciousness and staying awake for a few minutes. Dr. Sheffield says she should recover fully in about a week’s time.I haven’t seen much of Rosie’s pretty smile or smelt that scent of hers that gives me déjà vu when she comes around. Goddess knows I’m dying to meet her, but I’ll have to settle a few things first.The night air welcomes me with open arms. I take a deep sniff, fingers curled slightly in my pocket. I send a smal

ROSIEMy pussy is still recovering from Dominic’s thrusts when Ashton slides his dick inside me. It’s slick, wet, and he pushes in without any resistance.“You feel that, baby girl? Your pussy’s greedy for me. You feel how it’s taking it… how it swallows it?” he whispers, his breath brushing against my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine.Oh, fuck. This heat is going to be the death of me. These boys are definitely going to ruin me. I feel Dominic close to me, no... His dick isn't just flaccid again... It's hard and it's pointing right at my mouth.His dick size his big and I don't think they'll fit in my little mouth.The pleasure from both sides, of Ashton, shoving himself so deep right to my pussy, and Dominic easing himself to fit in my mouth.The sudden pressure at the back of my throat makes me choke, gagging for air, and I have to quickly adjust, forcing myself to take him in as he begins thrusting into my mouth with a force so wild.Oh fuck... Fuck... Fuck... I fucking

RosieOh damn… waking up after getting screwed in a threesome is one hell of a chore, like my body just ran a marathon it didn’t sign up for, and my brain’s still buffering the memory.My leg still fucking aches, every muscle a throbbing reminder of what really went down last night. Oh fuck, apparently pleasure comes with its own damn workout plan.The last thing I want to do right now is reminisce about last night… oh damn, who am I kidding? I do want to, but not without getting myself worked up again.Lyra growls softly in my head, a low, needy rumble. “I can’t wait for our mate to mark us,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with anticipation.“Oh yeah? Same here,” I mumble under my breath, lips curving into a smirk. “At least I won’t just end up with one Lockwood, but two. The two dangerously irresistible bastards who’ve been circling me since day one.”“When do you think that’ll happen?” Lyra asks, her tone almost teasing.“When they pop that damn question and ask me to marry them,”