Semua Bab Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Bab 41 - Bab 50

AlleneI 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 matched him, biting his lower lip just enough to draw a low growl from his throat. My hands shoved at his shirt. He broke away

AlleneLater that evening, we finally prepared to leave.Draven 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 we arrived.The moment we stepped into the restaurant, I forgot how to breathe for a second.The place was extremely beautiful, and elegant.Before we reached our table, I saw Je

AlleneI 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 tryou

Katie “There’s no need to call the healer,” Allene said coldly, her voice cutting through the panic and murmurs like ice.I turned to look at her properly, and froze.Her injuries… they were gone. Almost instantly. The bruises had almost completely faded, the scratches smoothing out. The racers’ mouths hung open, wide-eyed, and I felt my chest tighten with disbelief.Her regenerative abilities… they weren’t just fast. They were unbelievably fast. Faster than any Alpha I’d ever seen. For a moment, I couldn’t think straight. Normally, I would’ve scoffed, and called it luck or a trick—but the truth hit me like a cold wave.She was… on a whole other level.My smirk faltered, my confidence wavered.Allene slowly pushed herself up, her movements controlled, deliberate, she clearly wanted everyone to see that she was fine.“My bike was tampered with,” she said calmly, her eyes sweeping over the racers. “Besides, stop talking nonsense Katie. Why would I intentionally hurt myself just to get

AlleneAt 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 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 to make you feel