All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By His Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Seraphine’s POVI didn’t break in Grimfang.I didn’t break when the Elders spoke of my son’s blood and fate like they were reciting the weather or a decree.I didn’t break when Fael looked at me like my child was something he’d mistakenly misplaced and finally found again.I held my peace.I stood my ground.I smiled when required to spite him and sharpened my tongue when necessary.I did everything right.But the moment the gates of Clawfrost closed behind us, the strength I miraculously had literally abandoned me.Not slowly.. All at once.My knees buckled as soon as I dismounted, breath leaving my body in a rush I couldn’t control. The courtyard blurred, stone and sky bleeding together as my chest tightened painfully.“Sera.” Darius was by my side instantly.I don’t remember reaching for him.. but suddenly his arms were around me, solid and unyielding, keeping me upright when my body decided it was done pretending and acting like an ice queen.“I can’t..” My voice broke as I spoke.

Fael’s POVThe chamber was hot.Not from the firelight.. but from the frustration that burned through my veins, restless and unrelenting. Liora’s breath was already uneven beneath me, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as if anchoring herself to something real.The bed creaked softly beneath our movement.Her skin was warm.. Familiar. Too familiar.“Fael… uhhh” she breathed, her voice breaking as she arched her hips closer. “Don’t stop.”The sound of wet skin brushing wet skin filled the room echoing against stone walls and growing louder as my temper bled into motion. I moved harder, faster.. not for pleasure, but to drown out the images clawing at my mind.Seraphine standing tall.Seraphine speaking back.Seraphine in his arms.Him ramming his dick into her while she moaned his name and begged for more..The pressure coiled tight in my chest, in my gut, in places I couldn’t quiet.“Goddess..” Liora gasped, her nails digging in. “Fael…”I thrusted again,my breath ragged, the w

Liora’s POVA slow, wicked smile spread across my face as I quickly gathered my hair back, freeing my neck and shoulders, and leaned in, intent and unashamed. I wasn't going to let him be the only one in control. I slowly wet my lips with my tongue, watching his breath hitch, and then I leaned forward.I slowly took the crown of his dick into my mouth, my tongue swirled and flicked against it and without wasting time I began to suck him hard, drawing him deep into the dark, wet back of my throat and back to my lips . I used my lips to create a tight, vacuum-like seal, moving my head in a slow, rhythmic motion that made him tremble as he stood in front of me. The room was filled with the wet, hungry sounds of my mouth working over him, every lick and pull designed to drive him mad.“Liora”His groan was immediate and rough as his hand tangled in my hair and he guided the pace, the rhythm, the depth of my submission and anchored me as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth.“Mmm fuck

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — Impossible to IgnoreSeraphine’s POV“Okay.”He nodded as I answered him although he didn’t say something else.I guess I was expecting something else.He shifted towards the edge, already preparing to rise from the bed, his movements were careful and deliberate almost like every choice he made around me was weighed before it was allowed to exist.“I’ll continue my nap on the chair,” he said quietly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.My heart stuttered.The words ‘on the chair’ echoed too loudly in my head, stressing out the sweet fragile calm that had finally settled over me as I sat next to him.“Huh? Where are you going?” I asked before I could stop myself.He paused, one hand braced against the mattress, and glanced back at me.“The.. chair,” he repeated gently. “You need to rest so you should rest.. on the bed.”I stared at him, as in I really stared at him this time.. at the space he was already creating between usThe space I realized I

Seraphine’s POVI barely breathed.My hand had moved on instinct, In a slow and tentative way and now?.. I was slowly tracing his skin from his waist to his waist band, enjoying his warmth through fabric—feeling the unmistakable proof of his reaction to my touch while he slept. My pulse thundered in my ears… Stop.. He might wake up.Stop. Sera, stop. He might open his eyes while reacting to you and If he sees you like this, what are you going to do?.I told myself to pull away.I told myself this wasn’t right.. that wanting him this badly didn’t give me permission to take what he hadn’t offered. It didn't give me the right to touch him while he was unguarded, drifting in the vulnerability of rest.But I wanted him to want me back so badly that it actually hurt.I slowly moved my hand downwards and was met with the unmistakable, pulsing proof of his reaction.. the hard, heavy ridge of him that throbbed rhythmically against my touch.Gods I needed to stop now.. But that logic was drown