All Chapters of Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Allene Kattie huffed, eyes blazing. “Fine,” she snapped. “If the others are too scared, I can handle you on my own.” Her form lunged at me, fast and reckless, and I didn’t hesitate. My bow was already in my hands, my arrows nocked and ready. The first shot hit her squarely in the shoulder. She staggered but didn’t stop. That fool was still running at me, determination written all over her face, and I could see the fire in her eyes. She wasn’t backing down, no matter what. I let another arrow fly. It hit her thigh this time. She slowed just slightly but she was still coming. Her focus was on me, pure aggression, and I could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric. Then, she leapt, trying to close the distance in a single jump. I didn’t flinch. I trusted my aim more than anything else in the world... I released another arrow, hitting her cleanly in mid-air. She let out a sharp cry as she stumbled, and I stepped aside, watching her fall to the ground. The forest went si

Allene I had nothing else to do after that, my mind restless, and my body refusing to stay still. Sitting around and doing nothing wasn’t helping anyone, least of all me. So I decided to make lunch. I headed to the kitchen, the different kinds of smells greeting me as soon as I stepped inside. Pots were bubbling softly, knives thudding against wooden boards, steam rising lazily into the air. The cooks were already at work, moving around with confident ease. I watched for a moment, then realized they were making the same plain meals they always made. Boiled meat, steamed vegetables. Just basic soups with barely any seasoning. I frowned slightly, I was not like there was anything wrong with it exactly but nothing was special either. I sighed softly to myself. The moment they noticed me, the atmosphere shifted. The cooks slowed, and the distasteful whispers started. I didn’t need heightened senses to tell they were talking about me. I could feel it in the way their eyes flicke

Allene As I kept walking, pretending to leave, letting my cloak sweep behind me as if I didn’t care. The murmurs rose even more, and before I could take another step, several of the bikers blocked my path. “You’re really serious?” one of them asked, eyes wide, as if they couldn’t believe what I’d just said. “You’re really offering the latest model?” Kattie’s voice rang out immediately filled with pure mockery. “Of course she’s lying!” she spat. “The latest model costs at least five million. They don’t even have that much in the Treasury, so how could she possibly be telling the truth?” I arched my brow, letting a slow smirk curl across my lips. “Oh?” I said softly, tilting my head. “So you’re saying I don’t have such an amount in my bank account?” “Show proof if you really do!” Kattie snapped, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with challenge. “If you really meant it, prove it now. Otherwise, stop wasting our time.” I didn’t answer immediately. I let them fidget, let their

Allene The combination was so damn overwhelming to my senses, and as Draven teased apart my lips again, I could feel my wetness dripping out and coating his thumb. My eyes firmly closed, I focused on all the physical feelings that were bombarding my senses. I was completely wet now, I wanted everything inside me, his fingers, his dick, his tongue. I wanted to be filled and taken right now. I wanted Draven’s dick inside me, to fill up my pussy, to…. Draven’s hands pushed upwards from my butt, his thumbs running up my spine, fingers splayed, palms massaging the width of my back up to my shoulders, where his grip delicately worked at my neck and upper shoulders. I let out a long, desire filled moan followed by a little sob of frustration. I was so wet, so damn wet, and in need of him. Why wasn’t he taking me? I could feel Draven’s dick, straining tightly in his underwear, tucked between my cheeks, rubbing over my bottom, and the wetness between my legs as another trickle broke fo

Allene I walked into the training grounds, expecting the usual chaos of bikes whizzing past, engines roaring, rogues shouting and laughing. Instead, there was absolutely nothing. My brow furrowed as I scanned the empty track. There was not a single rogue in sight, only the coach was there with some heavily damaged bikes. “Coach? What happened?” I called out, my voice echoing across the asphalt. He looked up from where he was inspecting a damaged tire. “My lady” he said, and bowed his tone heavily. “Leonard targeted them in the official training tracks. He destroyed their bikes. Every last one.” I froze, my stomach twisting. “What? Every bike?” He nodded grimly. “And because they fought with them, he hurled intolerable insults at them. The officials had them banned from ever coming back. No one’s allowed to train there again.” I clenched my fists, the rage bubbling up inside me, hot and spiky. Leonard. That arrogant, selfish fool. My lips pressed into a thin line as I tried