All Chapters of My Hunky Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Today was her twentieth birthday. She was stargazing in the tree. Knowing everyone in her foster family was asleep. She lay comfortably in her makeshift swinging bed with ropes lassoed on both ends and the thick branch of the tall old tree, near a small lake where the calm water reflected the beauty beyond the earth. She often did this routine while listening to relaxing tunes on her iPod. The device she had was a gift given to her by Dayanne after her eighteenth birthday. Which she didn't expect. Maybe because she knows about her situation and pitied her. She sighed, reminiscing about the day when she hugged her stiff posture. She was thankful enough to receive such a gift that it was priceless in her heart. Sad to say, most of her precious belongings from her parents were burned to ashes because of her...wonderful foster family...And the thing that Dayanne gave her was enough to make her feel a bit of love coming from her blank persona. I wonder why she is like that.

She gasped loudly, and when she opened her eyes, blinding light invaded her view, making her squint. The pain she felt was bearable, but she didn't let slip a few groans and winces. After taking deep inhales, she took her time observing her surroundings. She was lying on a hospital bed with a heart monitor device beating in rhythm with her heart. Glancing around, the room was narrow and small, quite bigger than her closet-sized room. It felt peaceful, and I liked its cleanliness. The pungent odor of the medicine in the room didn't alarm her; the effect is quite the opposite with the other werewolves, which she finds comforting. Blinking three times, she tried getting up from the bed but was fruitless, leaving her wincing from her abrupt movement. On cue, a man wearing a long white coat and a stethoscope hung around his neck entered the room. "You’re awake. How are you feeling, Miss Zainne?" The unfamiliar doctor spoke with a warm voice. "Water…" Her throat was dry,

The nerve she has to ask. He looked at her warily. The smell of blood found its way to his finely structured nostrils and tingled its way in. His head snapped straight inside their house. What baffled him the most was the vanilla scent mixed with the metallic stench of blood. His beast wanted to clamor its way out. "I would like to come in," he asserted; it wasn’t a request. He went inside without waiting for her reply. His large footsteps echoed in the living room and followed the strong smell of blood. On his way, his hands were fisting with rage. He could crush a skull in seconds. He stopped in his tracks when a pretty girl conspicuously displayed her appealing curves in a pink silk nightgown in the hallway. She was shocked to see such beauty. She knew yet was fearless to coquet at his dominating state and had the guts to block his path on the way to the basement. "Alpha," her bodacious voice, was heard. Unfortunately, it was not the right time to indulge in s

"Don't touch me!" he growled and pushed her away. "You are in command here. You should know the basic needs of your pack members. You can’t even manage to deal with this kind of issue." He degraded him. Though their king's statement was not completely bogus, he was trembling with rage, trying to reign his wolf at bay. Alphas don’t like to be disrespected or see their mate get hurt. But the matter at hand was entirely different. If they made a stupid move, defying him would mean death. The last thing he wanted was to get his head rolling on the ground and get his mate harmed. Luna Cile was trying to appease his mate. "Calm down, Xavie" she mind-linked him. Although her emotions were also riled up, they knew they were at fault. Alpha Xavier eyes his wife’s beautiful face and sighs defeatedly. He looked back at him with a remorseful expression. "I have committed a crime. Please punish me as you see fit." His grip loosens and he says, "Heed my warning, pup. If I ever hear

Birds were chirping, and the sun was shining. She took a loud inhalation of fresh air. It was refreshing. Closing her eyes, she made use of her senses. Birds were singing sweetly, and the flapping of their wings echoed in her ears as they soar high. Everything felt slower and more defined. Her sense of smell kicked in. The intoxicating scent hits her nostrils. Cherry, her favorite scent, made her nose twitch cutely in her favor. He must be doing his morning jog around the perimeter again. She smiled. A blush crept on her cheeks at the thought of his sweat running down his bare chest and muscles. She began to feel tingly below, making her rub her thighs together in the process. The weird sensation below still felt foreign. This was not the first time she caught his scent, and this made her giddy to wake up every day early in the morning just to get a whiff of his presence. I wonder if he could smell my scent too. Her hope was flooding relentlessly. Her mouth flung open