Todos os capítulos de Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Raven POV“Good morning,” Aeress’s voice is bright and cheerful, despite the lateness of the day. Almost overly cheerful. There’s something different about her. Something unusual. Jackson is nowhere to be seen, probably taking care of pack business, but Aeress looks totally relaxed, a magazine next to her on the couch. I examine her closely, taking in the rosy cheeks, the sparkling eyes, and the way she almost bounces as she moves on the sofa. She had gotten lucky last night, I thought with an inward grin and then my eyes zeroed in on her neck as her hair moved. Bingo. It was practically screaming out at me. I couldn’t help but smirk at her. It was about time. They practically acted as though they were in heat whenever they were together. I couldn't be happier for her, as well as slightly envious. When would I be so lucky as to have a man mark me like Aeress? The thought of Hades flashed in my mind, only to be dismissed. He would never mark me. Not unless I could sway him, and I was

Raven POV“Damien, you sounded quite,” Aeress tilted her head and eyed him warily, “frantic on the phone. Is something the matter?”Alpha Daxton is noticeably absent. It’s just the three of us in the living room. Damien’s breathing is shallow, and he’s holding a file in his hand, tapping it on his knee over and over again. His eyes slide to me. There’s a strange glint in his eyes. I shift awkwardly on the seat, feeling nervous for some inexplicable reason. The tension in the air is thick in comparison to the last time we visited, when the atmosphere was lively and cheerful, except for Hade’s contribution. I swallow hard, avoiding his gaze, wondering what has him so worked up. “Raven, what exactly do you know about your family?” he asked quietly, barely containing his anger.I frowned at him. “Just that my father is dead and my mother is…” I’m not sure how to phrase it.I don’t want to make things awkward. It’s not like I was the only one with a painful childhood. Others had it much w

Hades POVI study the two shifters who are restrained in separate cells, silver cuffs tight around their wrists, their arms above their head as they hang from a hook in the ceiling, silver shackles tying their legs together. There is fear in their eyes. They swallow nervously. I pick one, my hands wearing leather gloves, a silver blade in my hand. His eyes widen. I give him a malicious smile, twisting the knife in my hands. I wasn't known for being ruthless for nothing. They knew my reputation. They knew I wouldn't give them a single shred of mercy.“Tell me who you are and what you are doing in my pack.” My voice is hard.“I’m one of you,” he protests, trying to deny he has some ulterior motive.Big mistake. He smells nothing like my pack members. He hasn’t been here long enough to develop the same mixture of fir trees, dirt, earth and so forth that is similar to everybody else. I plunge the knife into his thigh, and he throws his head back and screams. It’s like music to my ears. It

Raven POVI’ve barely gotten out of the shower and changed when Marissa corners me, pinning me between her and the bathroom door. Her face is a blend of annoyance and pure frustration. “Where the hell have you been?” she hissed. “I’ve been looking for you all fucking day.”“It’s none of your business,” I shove her backwards, breathing heavily, unable to hide my own undisguised anger.I hated it when she touched me. It repulsed me, and every time she did, I was forced to endure it. To put up with it. I was so close to lashing out, to putting her in her place and it took all my self control not to. I was still emotional. I was still pissed off. I was still hurt, and I was still consumed by rage. I glared at her, wondering if Marissa had been privy to my mother’s little secret or if she genuinely had no idea. She’d never alluded we weren’t related by blood, but her treatment of me, left me thinking otherwise. She was a baby when it happened, but did she discover the truth about me late

Raven POVHe’s sadistic, I think to myself dimly, no man could possess this amount of stamina. My body is limp. I can barely keep myself balanced, and if it wasn’t for him holding me, I would have probably fallen flat on my face by now. He gives a small groan, one hand moving to grab my breast, the other sliding between my legs. I’m at my limit, or so I think. My head falls back as he begins to finger me again, his finger gentle, sliding over my clit up and down as my breathing grows shallow. Despite my exhaustion, my body begins to respond to his touch, craving it. Then I feel it. Pressure at my entrance. He slides a finger inside of me as my body tenses.“Relax,” he murmurs, pushing in more as I force my body to relax, accepting the intrusion.He pushes in a little more but stops before my barrier. He gently slides it in and out, stretching me as my walls clench around it. His hand roughly squeezes my breast, the pain pleasurable. Another finger slides inside of me. This feeling is