บททั้งหมดของ His rejected curvy secret : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Faye’s POV “Fuck, Faye, you’re so wet for me,” Thorn growled against my ear, with his fingers sliding deep inside me, slow and deliberate. My back arched off his bed as pleasure shot through my body. I gripped the sheets, with my breath coming out in short gasps. He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made my toes curl, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from my lips. He pulled his fingers out slowly, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while staring straight into my eyes the whole time. The sight made the heat pool lower in my belly. Then he leaned down, with his tongue warm and wet as it traced a line from my navel, up to my soft tummy, and all the way to my breasts. He circled one nipple before sucking it into his mouth, hard. Inside my head, Ulfa, my wolf went wild. “Mate! Touch mate! He tastes us, he wants us!” she yipped, with her tail wagging frantically in my mind. *Finally! Mark us! Claim us!* I wanted to believe her. I wanted

Faye’s POV Ryan’s voice carried over the music, loud and mocking. “Hey everyone, check this out! Leo is trying to play hero with the pack’s walking wardrobe malfunction.” People around us laughed hard. Some repeated what he said, adding their own jokes about Leo’s glasses and my weight. The crowd grew, with their phones already out from when Thorn ripped the necklace off my neck. Then it happened. A wave of beeps and notifications swept through the backyard on phone after another. And then, I knew what it meant immediately. My stomach twisted as heads bent down, screens glowed, and the first snicker started. “Oh my god,” a girl near me said. “Is that Faye in the dressing room?” Another guy burst out laughing. “Look at her trying to zip that dress. Bro, send me this.” Person after person checked their phone, looked at me, and joined in. Whispers turned into open mocking. “She really thought she could fit normal clothes?” “Poor dress didn’t stand a chance.” Even Leo pull

Faye POV The pain hit me hard in the chest and kept spreading until my whole body felt heavy and wrong. I couldn’t catch my breath properly. As Thorn’s words kept echoing in my head—“Rieka is going to be my Luna”—and every repeat made the hurt worse. How could he say that after all the nights we spent together? After he touched me like I was the only thing that mattered? After I let him have every piece of me? I stared at him, waiting for him to say he didn’t mean it, waiting for him to pull me close and fix this, but he just stood there with his face closed off. Nothing made sense. My mind spun in circles. This had to be some kind of mistake. It couldn’t be happening. My hand went to my stomach where the baby was, and fear took over everything else. “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice coming out weak and broken. Thorn stayed silent as his eyes stayed fixed on the floor. Rieka moved forward, arms folded tight, her head held high. “I heard every word, Faye. He said I’m g

Faye POV My body felt empty, hollowed out by everything that had happened—the rejection, the mark on Rieka’s neck, and the document I had signed in Luna Miller’s study. I kept one hand on my stomach without thinking, as if touching the small life there could keep me from falling apart completely. I had no one left to turn to. No friend. No family wanted me. Just the baby and the promise I had made to myself in the dark of my room last night: I would never let anyone take this child from me. Never. The pack was buzzing with preparations as servants carried trays of flowers and silver trays through the corridors. Banners in deep green and gold—the Millers' colors—hung from every balcony. I stopped near the great hall entrance and watched them set up the raised platform where the crown would be placed. The chairs were lined up in perfect rows. Torches were being lit even though it was still afternoon. Everything looked ready for a celebration and my heart twisted at the sight of it a

Faye povI stood frozen in the doorway, with tears still streaming down my face, and my chest heaving from the effort of holding everything in while the cheers for Rieka echoed behind me. My legs felt weak, my hands shook, and the small swell under my dress suddenly felt too heavy to carry alone. I had broken down completely. With quiet sobs I couldn’t stop, my shoulders were shaking, and my vision blurred. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand there without falling.Jacob didn’t wait for me to speak. He stepped closer right away, with his tall frame filling the entire doorway so no one from the hall could see past him. He blocked the light and the noise, creating a small pocket of quiet just for me. His presence felt solid, and safe in a way I hadn’t felt in months. His scent hit me next— clean, warm, something like cedar and fresh rain after a storm—and for the first time in days, Ulfa lifted her head inside me. She didn’t growl or claw; she just stirred, curious, almost calm.