All Chapters of Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By His Alpha Uncle : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The unknown guy stared at her wound intently, his jaw clenched and his gaze smoldering with a strange kind of intensity. He looked like a mini god standing before her—chiselled jawline, icy eyes that seemed to pierce through time, and golden-brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He looked sculpted and effortlessly dangerous, the kind of man you’d imagine stepped out of a forbidden fantasy. Jenna stared at him, momentarily forgetting she was in pain—heck, she forgot where she even was. Her mouth hung open just slightly, eyes dragging from the cut of his jaw to the lean muscle under his shirt.Jenna found herself drooling. Literally drooling over a stranger.Even though he wasn’t staring at her face, she couldn’t help the sudden flutter of her stomach. It was like the air changed around him—thicker, warmer, charged with something dangerous and magnetic.“Ughmm,” Jenna coughed, trying to regain control of her very short-circuiting brain.“I-I didn’t realize…” she stuttered, unable

“Back off, Lorain,” Jenna snapped, her voice low but laced with venom. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, shoulders tense, posture proud, unshaken.Lorain’s smirk deepened. He leaned closer, his tone mocking. “Oh? Still mad over the fact that the pack wouldn’t accept you as their Luna?” His voice dripped with derision.Jenna’s eyes flickered. Not being accepted wasn’t the issue—but the humiliation, the betrayal, the sheer cruelty of it still burned under her skin like poison. Her hands balled into fists as an unwanted flashback surfaced: Lady Virella’s perfectly manicured hand tipping a glass of wine onto her gown; the delighted giggle of his sister as the pack members turned their backs on her, whispering. All of it while she stood in silence, surrounded by wolves who sought his downfall through her.She turned to Lorain, voice sharp as broken glass. “Not being accepted isn’t the problem,” she seethed. “It’s that you all pretend cruelty is tradition. That politics is more i

The morning light filtered softly through the velvet drapes, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors of the east wing dorm. Jenna blinked awake, her mind still reeling from when she bumped into Drake Vexmoor the previous night. She had brushed it off as a coincidence, some random twist of fate but that thought shattered the moment she walked into the kitchen area and saw him again, this time barefoot and shirtless, drinking from a glass like he owned the place.“You?” Jenna blurted out, completely caught off guard.Drake offered a faint smile, as though this was amusing to him. “Looks like I’m your third roommate.”Drake Vexmoor was the third roommate?He leaned casually against the counter, his eyes flicking toward her with the same unreadable depth from before. “Morning,” he said with a slow, amused grin.Jenna blinked. “You… live here?”“Looks like it,” he said simply. “I was told this room was reserved for a special pairing. Seems I got lucky.”Her heartbeat quicken

Jenna’s entire body trembled as Drake’s fingers brushed the curve of her cheek, wiping away her tears with one gentle stroke. His skin was warm. His eyes — steady, fierce, focused on her like she was the only thing in the room that mattered.She felt exposed beneath his gaze, vulnerable and safe all at once.Behind them, Lorain groaned, trying to sit up, still reeling from the blow.“Brother, what the fuck—” he began, clutching his side.He didn’t get to finish.Drake moved like lightning, his fist flying into Lorain’s jaw before the sentence could leave his mouth. The sound of bone meeting bone cracked through the silence.Lorain crashed back down, wheezing for air, holding his ribs.Drake’s voice was deadly calm. “It’s one thing to have a nasty little dick like you polluting the air here as a student…” He stepped forward slowly, looming over him. “But the fact that you’re my stepbrother…”“Stay out of this, brother,” Lorain spat weakly, cutting him off. “We were just having a little

“Lady Jenna,” Maren’s voice echoed through the darkened hallway, her footsteps soft but closing in. “Are you okay?”Jenna gasped, every nerve alight as her back pressed against the bookshelf, Drake’s muscular form pressed tightly into her. His hand gripped her thigh, holding her in place, his breath hot against her skin. His thrusts hadn’t slowed. If anything, the sound of Maren’s approach made them deeper, more intense.Drake looked into Jenna’s eyes, his pupils blown wide, voice low and commanding. “Make her go away.”Jenna blinked, breathless, her fingers clawing into his back. “Y-yeah, Maren,” she called out, voice cracking between gasps. “I-I’m fine.”Her words stumbled like the rhythm of her heart. Drake didn’t stop, didn’t flinch. The sensation sent a moan tumbling from her lips, which she muffled by biting into her hand, trying desperately to conceal it.“You don’t sound fine,” Maren replied, closer now. “Don’t you want to leave? It’s getting late.”Drake leaned in, lips brushi