All Chapters of Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Allene I woke up feeling a bottomless amount of heat.It was everywhere.Under my skin. In my chest. In my stomach. Between my thighs.It felt like I was burning from the inside out.My breathing was uneven, shallow, and I could feel sweat gathering at the back of my neck. The blankets suddenly felt too heavy, too thick, too suffocating.Draven was holding my hand.His fingers were wrapped around mine tightly, like he was scared I would disappear if he let go."Allene… Allene are you okay?”His voice sounded far away and too close at the same time.No.The word barely came out of my mouth. It was weak. Breathless.He sat up immediately. His chair scraped lightly against the floor.“I’ll call the healer.”He started to stand, but panic rushed through me at the thought of him leaving the room. I didn’t even think. I just reacted.I dragged him back.My fingers wrapped around his wrist with more strength than I thought I had.“Don’t go…” My voice cracked. “I need something else.”He fro

I woke up again slowly. My body still felt warm and weak, but there was something comforting around me.Draven was holding me.His arms were wrapped around me tightly, and my back was pressed against his chest. His warmth surrounded me completely. For a moment I stayed still, just feeling it.I felt so deeply desired.After everything that had happened, after the anger and distance between us, the way he held me now felt different. Like he was afraid to let me go.At some point he must have noticed I was awake, because his arms tightened around me even more.“Draven… stop…” I said softly.My voice was still a little weak.Instead of letting go, he pulled me closer.“Do you really want me to let go?” he asked quietly.I didn’t answer immediately.His breath brushed against my neck, warm and slow. His hand rested gently on my waist, holding me like he was making sure I was really there.“You’re holding too tight,” I muttered.“But you didn’t tell me to stop,” he replied.I sighed softly

AlleneWhile training the rogues, I noticed something almost immediately.They were sloppy.Not just a little off. Completely off.Maybe it was because we hadn’t trained for some days, but the difference was obvious. Their movements on the bikes were awkward, slow, and careless. For a racing tournament that required speed, balance, and sharp focus, what I was seeing right now was honestly painful to watch.I stood with my arms folded as I watched them circle the training track. The dirt road curved around the open field, with small ramps and narrow turns designed to help them practice control.One of the rogues leaned too far to the left while turning and nearly tipped his bike over.I sighed loudly.“Careful!” I called out.He straightened quickly, wobbling before finally regaining balance.I looked at the other rogues. Their posture was lazy. Their grip on the handlebars was weak. Some of them were pedaling too slowly while others were pushing too hard and losing control.It was a m

Allene His eyes darkened with hunger as my words hung in the air between us, the tension crackling like electricity. He stepped closer, his hand sliding up my arm, fingers gripping my shoulder firmly before trailing down to my waist. 'Better than that?' he echoed, his voice low and rough, lips brushing my ear. Without another word, he pulled me against him, his body hard and insistent, pressing his growing erection against my thigh through his pants.I gasped softly, my hands instinctively rising to his chest, feeling the heat radiating from him. He didn't wait for permission—his mouth crashed down on mine, tongue thrusting in deep, claiming me with urgent strokes. I kissed him back fiercely, my nails digging into his shirt as his hands roamed lower, cupping my ass and squeezing hard enough to make me arch into him.He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and spun me around, bending me over. He yanked my skirt up over my hips, exposing my panties. 'This what you want?' he growled, his

Allene I didn't hear anything else after that. The words hung in the air like smoke, but my body was too tired to hold on. Sleep took me deep, pulling me under into a black void. But it didn't last.In the dark of my mind, something shifted. A weight on the bed. Hands on my shoulders. Rough, but familiar. I stirred, eyes fluttering open just a crack. The room was dim, shadows long from the light he must have turned on. He was there, above me, his face twisted in pain and something wild.“What—” I started, voice thick with sleep.He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was gentle, then his tongue slipped in, tasting me slow, like he was savoring every bit. I sighed into it, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under my palms. His weight pressed me into the mattress, solid and real, chasing away the last bits of sleep and doubt.When he pulled back, his breath fanned over my face, warm and ragged. 'You have become everything to me,' he murmur