All Chapters of I Reject You, Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

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Clara's pupils contracted. "Are you—"I kissed her before she could finish.Her lips were cold. Cold as her hands. But her tongue was warm. I parted her lips with mine and tasted her—faint, faintly sweet. Three years, and the taste hadn't changed.Clara resisted for two seconds. Her hand pushed against my chest, trying to shove me off, but the mate bond detonated the instant I kissed her—I could feel her body's response, her heartbeat accelerating, her temperature rising, that fated-mate gravity crashing over her like a wave.Her pushing turned to gripping. Nails dug into my shirt, holding tight.I rolled over, pinning her beneath me. One hand caught both her wrists above her head; the other slid from her neck downward—collarbone, chest, the neckline of the blue dress.The fabric was thin. Through a single layer of cotton I could feel the softness of her breasts, her nipples already hard.I palmed one through the dress. Clara bit down on her lip—she refused to make a sound.I nipped at

Miss Mermaid

(Clara's POV)Damien was leaving. Heading to the capital to finalize the last details of the Red Moon marriage alliance—at least a week.That meant his surveillance network would loosen, his Alpha presence wouldn't hang over the entire pack, and the people too afraid to come near me—maybe one of them would be willing to give me a second glance.The disaster of trying to find a chosen mate inside the pack was still fresh. Six elite warriors, every single one making a hasty exit after a few lines of conversation.Damien's control was too tight. Finding someone on his turf was impossible.But what about a different setting?Jennie had mentioned it on her last visit—the library was hosting a medicinal herb exhibition soon. Big scale. Attendees would be resource magnates from outside packs. People beyond Damien's reach.This was my best shot.The exhibition entrance was draped with Red Moon's crest banners.Three seconds at the door, and I understood—this wasn't a Black Moon event. Wendy's

Overstepping

(Damien's POV)"When Clara heard I was going to the capital for the signing—what was her reaction?"Marcus stood across from my desk, looking uncomfortable."Calm." He chose his words carefully. "No emotional response at all. When you told her you'd be gone a week, she… just nodded."Just nodded.Two years ago, when I'd left for three days to negotiate at the Northern Alliance, Clara had waited at the pack house entrance for a full hour before going inside.Every time I came back, the first thing she did was check me for injuries.Now I tell her I'm leaving for a week, and she nods."Alpha." Wendy came down the hallway in travel clothes, pulling a sleek suitcase. "The car's ready. Red Moon has called twice already—the sooner we reach the capital and sign, the sooner we can come back and finalize the wedding.""Postpone it."Wendy blinked. "What?""Departure pushed to tomorrow. I have something to take care of."Wendy's smile didn't falter, but her gaze dropped to my neck—just above the

Wait for Me

(Clara's POV)His fingers were still pressed against the mark on my nape. Heat radiated outward from the point, fire spreading beneath my skin.I wanted to pull away. My body wouldn't listen."Don't." Damien's voice was right against my ear, a low vibration deep in his chest. "Your body's more honest than your mouth."His lips traced from my ear down the side of my neck. When his tongue grazed the sensitive point, my knees buckled. One hand caught my waist to steady me, the other slid from my nape to my shoulder, easing the collar aside."Damien—""Hmm?""You leave tomorrow—""That's exactly why I should leave you something to remember."He kissed me. Not like last night—rough, possessive, claiming. This was slow. Searching. Lips brushing lips, barely there, as if asking whether I'd answer.I hated the fated bond. Hated that my body still went soft for this man when my mind had already decided to leave. Reason said push him away. My hands grabbed the front of his shirt—not pushing. Pul

The Moon Halo Ball

(Wendy's POV)The handmaid looked at me once. Then turned and walked out."Where are you—"She didn't answer. The door closed.I stood in the wreckage of the room, still clutching the shattered base of the vase, a shard having sliced a line across my knuckle.Less than ten seconds later, the mind-link flared. My mother's voice crashed down like a hammer—"Are you insane? You stupid girl! Are you trying to destroy Red Moon?!""Mother—""Your maid just told me everything. You're looking for the wolfsbane vial? Have you lost your mind?!""You're scolding me instead of helping me?" My eyes burned, voice shaking. "She's walking all over me and you're just going to stand there?""That's exactly why I'm scolding you!" My mother's voice cut like a blade. "I truly regret spoiling you—look at how foolish you've turned out!""I—""Shut up and listen." Her tone dropped. Calm now—but the kind of calm that was worse than fury. "Forget that Clara just tried to kill herself with wolfsbane—this is when

Choose Me

(Damien's POV)On the road to the capital.I didn't know why, but a heaviness had settled in my chest, as if something were slipping away from me."How long will the alliance signing take?"Marcus flipped through the itinerary. "Meeting with the Alliance ministers tonight. Formal negotiations on clause details tomorrow. Day three, once all delegates have arrived, the mining-military exchange ceremony. Followed by a reception—earliest return Thursday, arriving Friday."Five days. Too long."Cancel all receptions."Marcus blinked. "Alpha, the reception is hosted by Red Moon—""Tell them Black Moon doesn't have time for socializing. We sign and we leave."Marcus glanced at me, said nothing further, and made a note on the schedule.Wendy leaned forward from the opposite seat, tone gentle. "Damien, Red Moon put a lot of effort into the reception. If we cancel outright, won't that—""What do you think?""I think… maybe a compromise? You show your face, don't have to stay long—""No."Wendy p

Little Liar

(Clara's POV)I looked at him.He meant it. Not a drunken impulse, not infatuation with a pretty face—his eyes were clear to the bottom, without a single impurity."Ryan," I took a breath, "I appreciate this, but—""I know what you're going to say." He cut me off with a smile, though underneath it was the tension of not wanting to be turned down. "You think I'm being impulsive. We've known each other for days. It doesn't make sense.""That's not—""Or is it because you think I'm bad with women?" He scratched the back of his head, ears going red. "That exhibition was actually my first time attending a social event without my family. I was terrified, honestly—you were the only person I worked up the nerve to talk to that whole day."He looked down at his interlaced fingers on the bar, voice dropping. "You're so composed. Everything you do is measured, precise, never panicked. The first time I saw you—climbing through that window in a blue dress—I just thought, this person is extraordinar

Right Now

(Clara's POV)His lips were against my ear, breath scalding."I missed you so much. These two days without you—that's when I realized how much you mean to me."His arms tightened, locking me against his chest. My face pressed to his shirt, his heartbeat filling my ear.I was stunned. I'd never expected the cold, guarded Damien to say something so raw.What was this supposed to be? The master coming home and tossing his waiting dog a bone?Then he said something that turned me to stone."Have a baby with me."My mind went blank for two full seconds. Then cold shot up my spine from the base.A baby.He was talking about a baby.I didn't move. Still leaning against his chest, breathing still steady. But inside, my thoughts were in freefall.He was so good at this.I was nothing more than a mistress who couldn't be acknowledged—an Omega who didn't even have a title. He wanted me to give him a child—and then what?A child just like me. No father willing to claim them, no Luna mother to shie

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