All Chapters of Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Allene His breathing changed, and his hand tightened slightly at my waist. “Allene…” he murmured, low and restrained. I pressed my mouth to his before he could finish saying my name, swallowing the rest of that restrained murmur as I rolled my hips down hard against the thick ridge straining his pants. His groan vibrated straight through me, and I felt his control crack just enough for his fingers to dig into my waist like he was deciding whether to push me away or pull me closer. "Stop fighting it," I whispered against his lips. "You want this as bad as I do. So say it to me," I whispered. "Say you'll give yourself to me." Draven's eyes darkened. "Allene, once I start I won't stop." "Then don't stop." I rocked my hips once, and deliberate, feeling him swell beneath me. "I want all of it. Give me all of you, Draven." He captured my mouth without another word, kissing me with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. His tongue stroked mine, claiming, and demanding. I matche

Allene I’ve never been so excited for an outing in a long time. I’ve contemplated on what to wear, racked my brain on the perfect dress for hours before finally settling on one that I was a bit confident in. Draven on the other hand took his time getting ready, and when he stepped out, dressed neatly and looking every bit the Alpha he was, I found myself pausing for a second longer than necessary. He wore dark tones, simple but commanding, the kind that made people straighten without realizing why. I chose a long red gown, fitted at the waist and flowing down with a daring slit at the side, the fabric soft against my skin. I don’t know why I chose red, maybe to match him. Truth be told… I had never really been taken out on a date before. I was always the one making the first move. The one pushing, arranging, insisting. So when he asked me, it did something strange to my chest. A flutter. A nervous, unfamiliar tightness. I felt silly for it, but my palms were slightly damp as

Allene I woke up to loud, excited noises that made my ears tingle. I blinked groggily, reaching over to the side of the bed. Draven wasn’t there. My fingers brushed the empty sheets, warm only from where he had been moments ago. After yawning uncontrollably, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and hurried outside. The rogues were jubilating, jumping, cheering, high-fiving each other, the joy radiating in every movement. “What happened? Why are you all so excited?” I asked, my chest fluttering. One of the boys, barely able to catch his breath from excitement, waved a hand at me. “We got a shocking letter! An official invitation to the tryouts! The organizers… they were trolled, bullied, and pressured online until they had no option but to accept us. We’re actually in!” My heart leapt. I felt it hammering against my ribs, a mixture of disbelief, pride, and pure happiness. I snatched the letter from the nearest rogue, holding it in my hands, my eyes scanning every detail. The

Allene My head hurt like crazy and my body very much wanted to remain in its new home which was on the ground, but I’d rather just sit up—even if it meant that I’d fall back to the ground. “There’s no need to call the healer,” I said as I pushed my body up, my voice cutting through the panic and murmurs like ice. They all snapped their heads back to me. Kattie in particular froze in place. Her eyes moved to my body, staying more on the part of my head where the crash happened to the most. I was as clueless and shocked as everyone else but I didn’t act like it. My injuries were gone. Almost instantly. The bruises had almost completely faded, the scratches smoothing out. The racers’ mouths hung open, wide-eyed, and Katie’s mouth opened wide with disbelief. Only alphas had regenerative abilities. But even theirs weren’t as quick as the one that just happened to me. The gashes were so deep that I felt them earlier, how did they all disappear? Was I going crazy? But once again,

Allene At some point, somewhere between the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way his hand kept stroking my back, slow and patient, the trembling stopped. It didn’t vanish all at once. It just faded like a storm finally losing its strength. And in its place, something else bloomed. Warmth, and safety. I stayed there, tucked against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, letting myself feel how solid he was. Draven’s fingers brushed through my hair, gentle, and almost reverent. His voice came out hoarse when he finally spoke. “How do you feel now?” I nodded faintly against him. “Mmh, I’m okay.” He leaned back just enough to look at my face, worry etched deep into his features. “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head slowly. No. I couldn’t. Saying it out loud would drag me back there, and I didn’t want to relive it, not now, not ever. He didn’t push. He just nodded, understanding settling in his eyes. “Then…” he asked quietly, searching my face, “what can I do t