บททั้งหมดของ Once Rejected: A Slave To My Alpha Stepbrothers : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Hunter. It's not every day I get to see my enemies like this, hanging on a saltire with shackles keeping them restrained, their faces pale and lips dry. Hence, I consider this my lucky day, that's why I'm drinking to it, playing jazz music in the background. The plan was to ruin Rio's wedding anniversary night by pairing him up with his secret lover, Veil. All it took was swapping Emma's and Veil's cologne to confuse the shit out of Rio. That blindfold is very special to me, one of the gifts Alpha Moon gave me that I cherish most. It's a symbol of judgment, one that I cover my eyes with whenever I'm fighting my enemies. I was there the night Alpha Moon tied it over his eyes as he fought the heretics. It was some weeks after he came to our rescue in the dollhouse. That's why I cherish the blindfold. Since that moment it was handed over to me, I trained myself to fight blindfolded. That's one thing my beast loves most. Tonight, though, I gave it as a temporary gift to Rio just to

Hunter. “Where is she!?” That familiar voice thunders outside, mixing with that of my men. Their clacking feet don't even make me stop what I'm doing. The girl beneath me, Caroline, moans as I thrust my shaft into her. Sweat pours from my face to hers, her hands clipped at my back. I've been looking for things to distract me from the memories forcing their way into my mind. I couldn't sleep last night after what I saw and thought about. If there's anyone I hate thinking about the most, it's my mother and by extension, Veil. Yet things about her still force their way through, shattering my peace. I ended up smoking with my guys last night, none of them were willing to ask questions about my sudden burst out of the room, and I greatly appreciated that. I didn't bother asking if they continued to sexually torture the witch because they came out right after I fled. Despite that smoking spree, sleep couldn't come and I switched to this, fucking Ava and Caroline to chase my demons

Veil. I expected Gilly to disagree with my offer to team up and find the moonstone. Much to my surprise, Gilly is a hundred percent willing to embark on this journey with me. She believes it's time my innocence is proven. Of course, she was a little disappointed that I attempted to escape from the pack without informing her. I felt really bad. I somewhat betrayed her trust, but we've buried the hatchet. We've moved on to the next agenda, and for two days we've been restlessly researching, reading books, and surfing the internet to find out places where the moonstone can be kept. It appears the energy the moonstone carries makes it impossible to keep it anywhere. We're yet to determine the kind of places the moonstone can be kept, and when we do, we'll be hunting for it in places like that. Today is Gilly's day off, and she's gone to meet her father and his new family while I'm working in the pack house, cleaning hurriedly because I have somewhere I need to be. Sweat pours from

Veil. Hunter's eyes flare with undiluted rage. He quickly snaps his grip free from mine. Air abandons my lungs at what just happened. "The fuck is your problem, witch!?" He barks as he removes the cigarette from between his lips, that usual darkness in his eyes. I flinch away, lowering my head. "I'm sorry. I thought it was someone else." A humorless chuckle rips from his mouth. "Who'd have thought the witch has a kink for spanking in the cemetery?"What? My eyes flash up to his. Unbelievable. Why would he say such a thing?He continues talking like he didn't just blurt the weirdest thing I've ever heard. "Look, I don't care what your kink is. Just watch out for your partner and don't go about spanking random people." "I don't have whatever kink you think I have." I snap, disgusted by the idea. "Whatever. Just get out." He pulls back the cigarette and resumes inhaling and puffing it out without a care in the world. I watch his broad back, my legs unwilling to move. Hunter is e

Rio. I've been stuck in my office in the pack house, chatting with those who have decided to invest in Wolf D. Fortunately, the conversation is going well, and at this rate, we'll be having a physical meeting soon. Just as I'm rounding up my discussion with them, a rap comes on the door. I let the person in, and Pudim appears. He lingers a bit by the door before approaching my desk. There's a piece of paper in his hand. "I see you're busy, alpha." He says, grunting as he takes the seat across from me. "I can spare a minute if you have good news for me." He gives a low chuckle and then hands me the paper he's holding. "That some cheque?" I joke, taking it and unfolding it. "That's what I could gather as Alpha Damon's routine." My breath quickens, excitement bolting through me at the development. Scanning the paper, I read out his routine. "Takes his four-year-old daughter to combat training on Tuesdays around 4:00 PM." "Does jogging every morning along the Sixtmus Avenue o