บททั้งหมดของ His Rejected Mate, His Obsession: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

KiaraI’d always known how to prepare for things that were going to happen in my life.The end of my training, the first time I shifted into my full wolf form without screaming through it and many more. I knew how to brace for most of my life happenings.But not this.Not being rejected.Not by my mate. Definitely not by Chase.I couldn’t move after he left. My body was still there, legs planted to the floor, but everything else inside me had collapsed. My chest felt like it was being torn open. I kept trying to breathe.But every breath came with pain. Real, unbearable pain.The door slammed open again.This time it was my parents.And just like that, the pain doubled.My cheeks were already soaked in tears but I couldn’t even wipe them away fast enough.I looked up—just once.My mother stepped inside, her eyes sweeping over the room like it made her sick.And my father, his face said it all before it even came out of his mouth.“You’ve embarrassed this family, Kiara!” he roared. “I

Chase.She was here.Kiara was here.Alive.Not dead.Not missing.Not even a rumor.Right there. Standing in front of me in that black dress with her measuring tape, like the past didn’t exist.Like she hadn’t shattered everything.The second I saw her, everything slammed back into me. The room. The bed. The betrayal. The rejection. The look on her face when I said the words.I’d tried so hard to forget.I really thought I’d buried her.I thought she was gone. I let myself believe it. Told myself over and over that she didn’t exist anymore.And now—Now she was standing here like nothing ever happened.She looked tired. Smaller than I remembered.Yet still beautiful. God, still beautiful.And that pissed me off more than anything.How dare she still look like that?How dare she still stir something in me just by standing there?She held the measuring tape like it was the only thing keeping her steady. Her eyes glanced over my body, slow, calculating.“Could I help you out of the jack

CHASE I walked into my bedroom, numb, my mind all over the place. I hadn’t expected to see Kiara today. I hadn’t even expected to ever see her again. I thought I was done. I thought I had buried the past. I thought what she did to me didn’t matter anymore. But the second I saw her face, everything I’d locked away for six goddamn years exploded in my chest like it never left. She betrayed me. She humiliated me. And now what? She had a kid? A kid. Which meant she might be married. Living her life. Doing just fine while I was stuck in this limbo. It was like none of it ever meant anything to her. Like I never meant anything. I sank into a chair, gripping the edge, trying not to let the thoughts drown me, but they were louder than ever. The image of her holding that little boy. His eyes. His smile. That kid didn’t just exist. That kid belonged to her. The woman who once begged me to love her. Who once looked at me like I was the only one. Now she had someone e

Kiara.I woke up in a room I’d never seen in my life. The lights were way too bright that my eyes stung like I’d been dragged out of sleep by force and not by my choice.I bolted upright too fast which caused my whole head to spin and the blanket on me to slip off and then I froze.I was naked.Stark freaking naked.I couldn’t even scream. My breath choked itself before it could make a sound. I grabbed the robe at the edge of the bed like my life depended on it and yanked it over my skin hoping it could erase everything, or something?What the hell?What the actual hell?Only after I covered myself did I see them.Two men. One on either side of the bed. Watching me with smirks on their faces.It was as if they’d been waiting. Almost like they’d already seen it all.“Who… how…” Heck, my voice didn’t even sound like me.The last thing I remembered…no. I had to focus. The last thing was drinks. Just drinks. At the bar. With my sister. That’s all it was. Just one glass. I only had one.I

KiaraSix years later,I slipped through the mannequins like I wasn’t even there, quiet, invisible, just trying to move fast enough to not be seen. I ducked into the side door and pushed my way toward the reception.My feet ached already.I sank behind the counter and breathed out like I’d just finished running a marathon no one clapped for.The computer beeped in that annoying way it always did. I typed in my passcode like muscle memory, and just like that, the beeping stopped.Then a man walked in from the side door.His eyes were heavy, swollen like he hadn’t slept in days.“Is my order ready?”His voice was sharp. I could Immediately tell that he was already irritated.“What’s your name, sir?” I asked, fingers already hovering over the keys.We got people like him every week. The type that wandered from the first floor all the way to the third just to start a fight.I could already tell what kind of customer he was. His whole energy screamed confrontation. But I tried—I really did