All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Contract: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Fiona’s POVMiles’ words hung in the air in front of me like a sword poised at my throat, and the silence that followed was deafening. For some reason that I can’t quite place, every eye in the room—aside from Derek, who doesn’t have one, of course—was on me, and I wondered if they were waiting for me to make the next move or if they were just watching to see if I would crumble.I didn’t want to be faster than my shadows, so I stayed still, waiting for Derek to move first. But he said nothing, and I couldn’t communicate with him to know what he would want me to do at this juncture and I couldn’t even figure out either what he wanted because his facial expression, as usual, was unreadable behind those dark shades.The only thing I could tell from him was his fury and fear about how the wrong move could turn the gathering into a bloodbath.Alpha Miles warriors were already spreading out even more, their heavy boots—that I wondered how they moved effortlessly with such weight strapped t

Fiona’s POVThe fight was unlike anything I’d ever faced in my life, as every breath I took, every blow, and every second that dragged by felt like I was standing in front of death’s door, knocking and waiting patiently for it to open. I knew there must have been a reason why Miles defied his stance against women and chose Vera as his Beta. I knew she had something in her that he couldn’t turn a blind eye to, but what I didn't know was how intense it all was.Vera was a wild animal; her strength, her speed, and her well-articulated moves made me feel small, weak, and completely outmatched. I knew that if I somehow made it out of this fight with my head still attached, it would be pure fate because I was nothing compared to the beast standing before me. At one point, I honestly thought I had no hope of winning. My arms—now flushed bright purple from the blood that had gathered underneath my skin—ached in an unbearable manner, my ribs burned from the constant connection with Vera’s f

Fiona’s POVThe pack clinic reeked of antiseptic, blood, and something that would pass as crushed mint and sage leaves. The scent clung to the air in a way that almost made me gag as Mara carefully dabbed a cloth across the cut above my left eye.I hissed at the sting that came from her action. “Easy, Mara,” I muttered, my voice cracked from both the fight and the exhaustion that had come to live deep in my bones.“Sorry, Luna,” she put in quickly, though her touch did not exactly become gentler. “If you’d seen what I saw today, you’d understand why I am not taking chances with infection.”I scoffed, wondering when she became a medical professional to know about infections.Across the room, the pack doctor, Lira, moved quietly as she prepared the rest of the treatments she was going to administer to me. She was a tall woman in her late thirties, with short honey-blonde curls that framed her freckled face and her calm hazel eyes. She looked and acted like someone who knew her worth, s

Derek’s POV For the past two nights, pain has been a cruel companion to me, digging its grip into my bones and refusing to let go. My leg—suspended in a thick cast and bound with leather straps to keep it elevated at an angle above the bed—throbbed mercilessly. The wooden frame that held it in place creaked softly whenever I shifted, as if to remind me of the price I had to pay to maintain this forced reality of mine.The pack doctor had already confirmed my situation about how it was a clean break. One that would take weeks to heal, even with my enhanced werewolf abilities. So my only worries were how to navigate the slow healing days that awaited me without losing my mind to the confinement of it all.Zeal stood beside the bed, the faint scent of antiseptic and wolfsbane clinging to his clothes. He had not uttered a word since he stepped in, and his silence was uncomfortable as it felt judgmental. For a while, I could feel his piercing gaze on me, studying me like he couldn’t dec

Laila’s POV I lay sprawled across the bed I shared with Kael, tracing lazy circles on the silk sheets, while a satisfied smile curved the corners of my lips that were smeared with red lipstick. The moonlight, finding its way into the room through the half-drawn curtains, played across my skin, the coolness it had to offer doing little to calm the heat that lingered between my thighs.Kael had left the room a few moments ago—off to juggle another crisis—but the memory of his hand steadying my waist as I took his entire length from behind hooked me like a parasitic worm. Normally, after a night that was as intense as this, I would have been pleased with myself and content that I could still make the mighty Alpha Kael go weak on his knees with my touch despite the sour history we shared. But tonight, that satisfaction was poisoned by an ache of worry gnawing ceaselessly at me. The pack was starting to fall apart, supplies were dwindling, and the hunters tucked themselves away feari