All Chapters of Addicted to His Rejected Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

[Sera]Three jobs should be illegal.Not in the fun, rebellious way where you're sticking it to the man and living your best outlaw life. No. I mean it should literally be against some kind of labor law, because no twenty-three-year-old wolfless werewolf should have to wake up at four-thirty in the morning smelling like yesterday's espresso grounds, tonight's pizza grease, and the industrial bleach I use to scrub hotel toilets.But here I am. Sera Winters. Professional disappointment. Pack Omega. And somehow still breathing despite running on four hours of sleep and the cheapest instant ramen money can buy.My phone buzzes on the café counter, and I glance at it between pulling espresso shots for the morning rush. It's another Google Alert. Because yes, I have Google Alerts set up for one person, and no, I'm not ashamed. Okay, I'm a little ashamed. But mostly I'm just committed to my delusions."Killian Voss to attend Voss Group Annual Charity Gala tonight."My heart does that stupid

[Sera]His grip tightens.Not enough to cut off my air completely, but enough to make every breath a conscious fight. My hands fly to his wrist—not to pull him off, because I couldn't even if I tried—but to anchor myself to something real. Something that proves this isn't a nightmare I'll wake from."Answer me." His voice is a blade wrapped in silk. "What. Did. You. Do.""I didn't—" The words scrape out of my throat, thin and pathetic. "You came to me. You were collapsed in the hallway—""Bullshit." He releases me so suddenly I choke on the rush of air. He's off the couch in one fluid motion, putting distance between us like I'm contaminated. "I don't care how drunk I was. I would never touch a server."Server. The word lands like a slap. Not woman. Not person. Server. Like I'm a particularly disappointing appetizer that ended up on the wrong plate.I sit up slowly, clutching the velvet throw to my chest because somewhere in the chaos, my clothes disappeared and my dignity apparently

[Sera]The word "accept" hangs in the air between us like smoke from a dying fire.I feel it the second it leaves my mouth—the bond snapping. Not cleanly, not kindly, but like someone ripping a bandage off a wound that hasn't healed. The pain is white-hot and absolute, radiating from the mark on my neck through every nerve ending I possess.My knees hit the floor.I don't remember falling. One second I'm standing, the next I'm on cold marble with my palms pressed flat against the ground, trying to remember how to breathe. The world tilts sideways. Eva is saying something—I can hear her voice like it's coming through water—but I can't make out the words.All I can feel is absence. A hollow space in my chest where something used to live. Something that felt like warmth and belonging and finally, finally, someone wants me.Gone now. Ripped out by the roots.Killian is already turning away. Already walking toward the door like this—like I—am nothing more than an unpleasant task he's cross

[Killian]I wake up with her taste still in my mouth and rage boiling in my veins.The ceiling above me is cracked and yellowed, the mattress beneath me sagging like it’s personally insulted by my weight. For one nauseating second I don’t know where I am. Then it slams into me: her shitty little apartment. Her bed. Her scent branded into my skin like a fucking tattoo.Sera is curled away from me, sheet barely covering the curve of her ass, my fresh bite mark glaring purple on her shoulder. Mine. Again. Like some pathetic animal that can’t follow basic instructions.I rejected her. I watched her bleed on my marble floor and felt nothing. I paid her to disappear.So why the fuck am I here, cock still half-hard from whatever my wolf did while I was conveniently unconscious?My wolf stirs, smug and satisfied, purring mate like he’s proud of himself. I slam him down so hard my vision fractures.Get up. Get out. Fix this.I’m on my feet before the thought finishes forming. My clothes are sc