All Chapters of Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Allene He turned his back on them without another word.And just like that, he walked with me into our chambers.The door shut behind us with a dull thud that echoed far louder than it should have. Draven didn’t look at me as he shrugged off his coat.“You’re not doing anything for those ungrateful rogues anymore,” he said coldly.I frowned. “What do you mean?”“I mean exactly what I said,” he replied. “No more cooking. No more training. You’re going to do absolutely nothing that involves them.”My steps faltered.“What?” I asked softly. “Draven… ”“I won’t repeat myself.”I moved closer, my heart pounding. “Draven, aren’t you taking this too far?”He finally turned to me then, his eyes stormy.“Too far?” he echoed. “Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is it really worth it?”He scoffed. “Worth what?”“All this,” I gestured helplessly. “Cutting yourself off from them.”I swallowed. “I mean… they’re your… ”“No.” The single word stopped me short. “My decision has been made

AlleneJust as his cock swelled, warning of his release, he yanked me off with a growl, pulling me to my feet. 'Not like this.' His mouth crashed down on mine, kiss bruising and demanding, tongue invading like he was claiming every inch. I tasted myself on him, no, him on me and melted into it, hands clutching his shoulders.He spun us, shoving me back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. Draven stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest, the dark trail of hair leading down to where his jeans still hung open. His eyes burned with renewed fire, not just anger now, but pure, feral lust. 'It's not that easy to change my mind.'He yanked my tank top over my head, tossing it aside, then hooked his fingers in my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs in a rough pull. I was bare before him, skin flushing under his gaze, nipples pebbling in the air. He paused, drinking me in, then crawled over me, caging me with his arms. 'Spr

Allene I had spent the remaining part of the afternoon preparing everything. The bath was warm, steam curling softly around the edges, rose petals floating on the surface, their scent thick and sweet. Candles flickered on the edge of the tub, casting a golden glow that made the whole room feel intimate, and private. I arranged a small table beside the bath with a few glasses of water and some of Draven’s favorite oils, then stepped back, admiring my work. Everything looked perfect. I smirked to myself, thinking of how he would react. My heart beat a little faster at the thought of him seeing all of this, and not just the bath, but me. I took a deep breath and left the room quietly. I found him sitting in the study, his gaze scanning some papers.“Draven,” I called softly, my voice playful but carrying a hint of mystery.He looked up immediately, curiosity flashing across his face. “Yes?”I stepped closer. “I… prepared something special for you. Something special just for you.”His

Allene I thanked the rogues, and waited a few more hours, hoping… hoping that Draven would come back so that I’d explain it all to him. But he didn’t. My chest ached, frustration and hurt twisting together. Why isn’t he here yet? Does he plan to not come back?I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to find someone who could explain this to me. Someone who had given me this… trap. Someone who had made me hurt him.I stormed out, the night air cool against my flushed skin, and my eyes immediately caught Jesse’s form at the pack grounds.“Jesse!” I called, my voice louder than I intended.He turned, startled. “Allene… what—”I cut him off, my hands clenching at my sides. “Why did you try to sabotage me?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. “Why… Why would you tell me to play a flute tone that Draven banned? The one that reminds him of his dead wife?”Jesse’s eyes widened. “What? No… I didn’t. I swear I had no idea!”I stepped closer, my hands shaking, my chest

AlleneI thought that was the end, until he pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened and my vision swarmed, confusion clouding my thoughts for a second before I groaned into the kiss before melting into his arms, lips moving against his with a reverence I wasn't sure I could decipher.My nipples pebbled fast under my shirt, the friction almost painful as I rubbed against him, eager for any form of contact.His hands were everywhere, they were gripping my waist and threading into my hair, pulling at the strands. Hard.A whimper escaped me, the sound swallowed by his lips as his tongue swept into my mouth, claiming every sound that threatened to rip out of my throat.His kiss was brutal, punishing almost. Like he was trying to erase something or prove a point. His palm covered my breast roughly through my shirt, squeezing and kneading it almost painfully. And I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips.He pulled away suddenly and breathing heavily, he growled, "Fuck..." Hi