Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Allene Their presence only made Draven even angrier, the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes burned into them like fire. He told them to leave, and they hurriedly did. “Draven,” I said, stepping closer, letting my fingers brush lightly over his chest, feeling the tense muscles beneath, “please… can you just forgive them?” “No.” His voice was low, and final. I raised an eyebrow, letting my hand linger a little longer, tracing a line over his cloth, letting him feel the touch. “No matter what I do?” I asked, my voice soft but teasing, letting it roll slowly over him, daring him to move. “Yes. No matter what you do,” he said, but I could hear the edge in his tone, the tension that wouldn’t let him relax, the strict line of control he refused to cross. I smirked, leaning closer, letting my breath brush against him, letting my hand slide over the curve of his chest, just enough to make him aware, just enough to make him hesitate. “Are you sure about that?” I murmured, voice low

Allene He left afterwards, and I rolled on the bed, still a bit flustered, cheeks warm and heart fluttering from the tension with Draven. Ugh, he wouldn’t forgive them no matter what. A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Who’s there?” I called. “It’s me… Jesse,” came the timid voice. “Oh, Jesse… hold on,” I said, quickly sitting up, smoothing my hair, making sure I looked okay. “You can come in now.” He stepped inside cautiously, eyes flicking around the room, and then he said, “Is it okay for us to talk? I… I don’t want to be punched again.” I laughed, letting the sound ease the tension a little. “Definitely,” I said, wagging a finger at him playfully, “but maybe… keep a good physical distance.” He smiled in return, and for a moment, that shy, sweet smile made the room feel lighter, like the chaos outside didn’t matter at all. I gestured to the chair across from the bed. “Sit. Let’s talk, Jesse.” He did, fidgeting a little with his hands, and I couldn’t help bu

Allene I cleaned up everything I had prepared, moving slowly, my chest heavy. Every petal, every candle, every little thing I had done felt useless now. I had failed. I had failed to make him forgive them, and I had made him angry at me instead. My hands shook as I wiped the last spot from the bath, setting the flute down carefully. I didn’t even want to look at it. I didn’t even want to think about it. I walked back to my room, dragging my feet. My heart felt tight, my chest empty. When I got there, he wasn’t in the room. He wasn’t anywhere to be found. That hurt… more than I expected. My chest felt tight, and my stomach twisted. Why does it hurt so much? I asked myself, confused. I had made him angry, yes… but why did it feel like my whole world had broken? I tried to push the feeling down, tried to tell myself it was just anger that my efforts were wasted, but it wouldn’t go. It settled in my chest, heavy and cold, and made my hands fidget nervously with the blanket. So I dec

Draven I pinned her against the cold stone wall, my hands gripping her shoulders hard enough to leave marks. She had pissed me off earlier. But now, forgiveness burned in my chest, hot and fierce, turning anger into something raw and hungry. Her eyes widened as I leaned in, my lips crashing against hers. I kissed her deep, my tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting the salt of her fear and the sweetness of her surrender. She gasped into me, her body pressing back against the wall, trapped between it and my solid frame. My wolf growled inside me, urging me to claim her, to erase the fight with my body. I broke the kiss just long enough to yank her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already hard from the chill or the heat between us, I didn't care which. I cupped one in my rough palm, squeezing as I dove back in, sucking on her lower lip until she whimpered. My cock throbbed in my jeans, straining against the fabric, begging to be inside her.

Draven I took her out to a special tent I had prepared, just for the two of us. The warm lights cast a soft glow over everything, but all I could see was her. She was so beautiful, more than I had realized in that moment and it made my chest ache with guilt. I had never felt so bad for making anyone feel bad. I really lett my anger get the better of me. I stepped closer and kissed her gently. Soft, careful, savoring the feel of her lips against mine. I felt her shiver, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. I wanted to tell her a thousand things, to apologize a thousand more. She pulled back slightly, then I saw her expression change, that quick flash of realization. “I… I forgot something,” she murmured, a hint of worry in her voice. I frowned, slightly concerned. “What did you forget?” She shook her head, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “Umm. I’ll be right back,” she said, stepping away. While waiting for her to come back, Mia appeared in the tent, holding a