All Chapters of Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JESSICA’S POVI burst through those massive double doors and the night air hit me like ice water thrown in my face. Lungs seized for a second, then I sucked in air and ran hard with out thinking. Just legs moving, heart slamming, everything screaming run run run.Running barefoot on gravel was as worse than running on broken glass. Each stride drives pebbles sharper into soles. The blood was fast--warm and sticky between the toes and the ground went greasy. I bit down my pain which went up my legs like the fire trails.No stopping. Stopping means they will get a hold of me. It meant Thorne would attains his desires. That ritual, that bed, that nightmare will all come to reality.Chaos exploded behind me. And chairs scraping, and people screaming with shock, my father talking like always; The voice of a razor: “Jessica! Run back here, you ungrateful little whore--"Thorne bellowed so loudly that he could not be heard. He was still hoarse and pissed where I had kneed him square. "GET

JESSICA’S POVAwakening Bonds My eyes snapped open to dim firelight and the thick smell of pine smoke mixed with wet stone. It coated my throat, heavy, like breathing through wet earth. Pain hit first—ankle throbbing like someone was driving nails through it with every heartbeat. Then the rest: bruises screaming across ribs, arms raw from thorns, back stinging where roots had gouged me during the drag. I was on a rough cot, thin blanket scratching my skin, shift someone had changed me into clinging too tight, too thin.The cave was carved straight into the hillside—walls jagged, uneven, shadows jumping from the low fire in the center pit. Bundles of herbs hung overhead: sage, lavender, sharp and bitter. Faint metallic tang of old blood hung in the air, mixing with damp dirt. Outside, wind howled through cracks, carrying distant forest rustle and the low echo of night.I tried to sit. Pain lanced up my leg—ankle swollen purple-black, twice normal size, cuts crusted with dried blood. V

JESSICA’S POV "I don't want power!" I screamed, the words tearing at my inside throat making it dry in thirst. "I just want to be invisible again!" My hands went to my head, my fingernails tore into my scalp, and a hairline split ran like a spider-web up beside me along the cave wall. The rock i stood on cracked, a cracking sound that shook my feet as I stood on them. It was as if the earth itself was buckling under the pressure of a force I didn't understand and couldn't control. Kai didn't move. He was standing within inches, walled in with cold muscle and rain-soaked leather and old scars. The atmosphere was literally heavy with the odor of metallic smell…. the sharp, nose-stinging odor of lightning on the verge of striking. The mate pull was no romantic tug or a kindly whisper at the back of my mind. It was a physical roar. A demand of union was so rude, so low, so coarse, that my stomach turned with an ashamed, desperate hunger. My wolf, the mute, mangled creature that

JESSICA’S POV He slipped to a standstill where the tunnel branched into three narrow, it looked like ink-black holes from afar. He sat me down on a flat slab of stone, but the moment my feet touched the ground, my knees buckled. I hit the mud with a wet thud, the cold seeping through the silk to my skin. The pain in my back worsened , a rhythmic stabbing that made my vision blur. "The curse," Jax hissed, his voice turned into a deep growl. “It’s spreading rapidly again.” He kneeled in the mud between my legs, his grey eyes looking all hard and cold in the near-total darkness. He didn't ask for permission. He reached around me, his large, rough hand sliding underneath the torn silk of my bare skin until his palm slammed against the bare skin of my lower back. I opened my mouth to scream not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming shock of his touch but his other hand was already there. He clamped his palm over my mouth, pinning my head back against his shoulder. "L

JESSICA’S POV Suddenly, the mark on my back began to hum. It wasn't a flare of pain this time; it was a gentle, soothing warmth. Without thinking, I pressed my palm flat against the skin beside his wound. A faint violet glow bled from my skin into his. I watched in stunned silence as the black infection in the wound seemed to dissolve, the edges of the jagged cut pulling together, healing into a clean, thin line right before my eyes. Jax let out a sharp, pained breath—not from the wound, but from the touch. He spun around with a speed that made my head swim, pinning me against the stone wall. His hands were on either side of my head, his body a wall of heat that trapped me. "What are you doing to me?" he rasped, his face inches from mine. The grey in his eyes was gone, replaced by a swirling, hungry silver. "I... I was just trying to help," I whispered, my breath hitching as the scent of him—dark, raw, and dangerous—wrapped around me like a shroud. "Your scent," Jax groaned, hi