บททั้งหมดของ Reject Me, Alpha Tate: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Nicole's POVThe house had finally settled into a quiet hum, save for the rhythmic scrape of Rosy’s black crayon against a sheet of butcher paper and the constant, soft dripping of the kitchen faucet. Maple was sitting cross-legged on the faded floral rug, letting out little grunts of frustration as he pulled at a double-knotted shoe string. I leaned back against the counter, my forearms still slick with drying soap foam from the dinner dishes, wiping my hands on the thighs of my jeans before picking up the ringing receiver."Hello?" I said, using my foot to gently push Maple’s dropped shoe out of the walkway."Nicole, it is me," Mum’s voice came through the small speaker, rich and steady, carrying that familiar warmth that had become my anchor over the last several days. "Am I interrupting your evening, sweetheart?""Not at all, Mum," I replied, leaning my shoulder into the wood paneling of the hallway wall and letting out a long breath. "We’re just finishing up the evening routine.

Nicole pov "No," I said. "Because truth is like light. You can pile heavy stones over it, but light always finds a way to crack through. One day, the truth broke through the ice, and the dragon found out who he really was.""Did he get his real family back?" Maple asked, leaning his head against Tate's arm."He built a new one," I said, looking directly into Tate's eyes. "He took all the broken pieces of his old life and built something better. A family he got to choose for himself.""I like that dragon," Maple mumbled, his voice growing thick with sleep. "He's strong.""He's very strong," Tate whispered, his hand resting gently on Maple's back.Within a few minutes, both kids were sound asleep. Tate picked Maple up into his arms, and I scooped up Rosy. We walked down the short hallway to their bedroom, stepping quietly over the wooden floorboards."Tuck his feet in," I whispered as Tate laid Maple down. "He gets cold if his toes are out.""I've got it," Tate whispered back, pulling

Diana's POVThe card game had been my mother's, decades ago. She taught me on a porch in North Maple with hands so much like my own."You have to let the cards touch the ground once before you deal," I told Rosy, watching her small face pull into fierce concentration. "That's the rule. Bad luck otherwise.""Is that a real rule?" Rosy asked, holding the worn deck carefully in her tiny hands."It's the rule my mother gave me," I said. "That makes it real enough."Rosy considered this for a moment. She leaned down, pressed the edge of the deck against the cool grass, and then began dealing the cards one by one."Four for you," she counted out loud, laying them face down. "Four for me. Four for the middle.""That is perfect dealing," I said, picking up my hand. "Do you know what game this is?""The matching game," Rosy said, peering over the top of her cards. "Mommy said you know how to win every time.""Not every time," I laughed softly, laying down a seven of hearts. "Your great grandmo

Nicole's POVSomething had been off with Tate for three days, and by the fourth, I ran out of patience to pretend otherwise.It wasn't anything dramatic, just small, uncharacteristic distractions. He forgot his tea on the counter twice, left sentences hanging halfway through, and watched me across the kitchen with a look I couldn't quite read—somewhere between nervous and determined. At first, I assumed it was the ongoing political fallout. I figured it was just a fresh complication from the council or the alliance oversight board, the kind of trouble he usually talked about only after working through it in private.By the fourth evening, the twins were finally asleep. Tate stood at the counter, staring down into a mug of tea he clearly wasn't going to drink, and I decided I was done waiting for eventually."Okay," I said, crossing my arms and leaning against the counter across from him. "What's going on?"He blinked, pulling his hand back from the mug. "Nothing's""Don't," I said, k

Nicole pov I obeyed. I squeezed my breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb until it stung in the best way. The vibrator stayed pressed to my clit, the constant buzz making my thighs tremble. Another soft moan slipped out.“That’s it,” he rasped, eyes dark and fixed on every movement. “My baby girl. Spreading your legs wide so I can watch you get yourself off. You look so fucking good like this.”I shifted the angle, dragging the rounded head up and down over my clit in slow strokes. The wet sound of it was soft and filthy. My free hand switched to the other breast, squeezing, pinching, lifting the soft weight so he could see.“I know you wish it was your mouth,” I whispered, holding his gaze. “Wish you could suck on these while you rubbed my clit yourself. Don’t you, Tate? Wish you could taste how wet I am instead of just watching?”He licked his lips again, slower this time. A low sound rumbled in his chest.“More than anything, baby girl,” he said, voice rough. “I’d suc