All Chapters of The Alpha King's Rejected Mate : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

LYDIADex turns the tap and lets the hot water run. Steam soon fills the bathroom, rising around us like a mist.“Let’s wash away that awful vampire scent from your body,” he says with a teasing smile.I burst out laughing as he gently pulls off my shirt, leaving me only in my panties. His gaze roams over me, slow and intense. He bites his lower lip and keeps staring as if he cannot stop himself.“Enjoying the view?” I ask in a playful tone, raising an eyebrow.He doesn’t answer, but the look in his eyes tells me everything. He steps closer, his body warm against mine, and pulls me into the shower. The water pours over us, hot and soothing, running down my skin. Then he removes his own clothes, and the sight of him makes my breath catch.For a moment, I just stand there watching him, my heart pounding so loudly that I can feel it in my throat. When he kneels in front of me, the sound of the water seems to fade. His lips touch my stomach, and the heat of his mouth spreads through me. H

LYDIA My hands are tied behind my back. I try to move, to break free, but the rope only tightens. If I could release myself, I would make Dex give me what I crave so badly, to end this delicious torture. I can feel how much he wants me too, yet he holds back, controlling me with a cruel patience that feels like revenge. He wants me desperate for him, and it’s working.I move against him slowly, trembling as his mouth traces me. His tongue teases my skin, sliding with a rhythm that makes my body ache for release. I move my hips to meet him, matching his pace, getting lost in the steady rise of pleasure. His hand finds my breast and cups it, his fingers gently pinching my nipple. The sudden spark makes me gasp. Every nerve feels alive. I want him, I need him, but Dex keeps me on the edge.Just when I am about to fall apart, he lets me go and drops me onto the bed. I whimper, half frustrated, half in awe.“Who knew you could be so cruel,” I murmur breathlessly.He laughs softly, that de

LYDIA He winks at me before using the last of his strength to push me out of his mind. It happens so suddenly that it feels like a door slams shut right in front of my face. Then everything goes dark. I fall into an empty space, and the next thing I know, I’m gasping for air as I wake up.The soft light slipping through the curtains tells me that dawn is near. The sun is probably just about to rise over the city. I’ve barely slept a couple of hours, but the exhaustion doesn’t matter now.Beside me, Dex is sleeping peacefully. His breathing is slow and steady, each rise and fall of his chest showing the kind of rest I can only envy. I watch him for a moment, the tension that usually lives between his brows now softened. He looks younger, calmer, almost human in that moment.Quietly, I slip out of his arms and stand up. My body feels heavy, but I force myself to move. Clothes are scattered across the room like faded memories of what happened last night. I gather them one by one, trying

LYDIA Silence fills the room, slowly creeping into me like smoke. It feels alive, sneaking through my breath and squeezing my lungs until I can hardly breathe. A thought hits me like a blade to the chest — Linda is gone. She’s left me.The thought repeats again and again until it becomes unbearable. Panic sets in, and the next thing I know, my legs are moving before I can even think. I rush out of the room, calling for her.“Linda!”My voice echoes down the corridors, but there’s no answer. It’s as if the earth itself has swallowed her whole. Her last expression, those words of bitterness, keep flashing in my mind, burning through my heart. I can’t erase them.I race down the stairs, desperate to figure out where she might have gone. If she’s heading for the surface, there’s only one path she could have taken. I tell myself I’ll find her before she gets too far. I have to.But before I can get anywhere, two familiar figures appear at the end of the hall — Calma and Clara. The moment

DEX“It’s right here,” Lydia explains, pointing to one of the photographs spread across my desk. It’s from the upcoming exhibit at the MET, set to open in less than a week. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on her, waiting for her to continue. “This is the place I’ve been dreaming about for months.”The tension in the room is thick. We’ve all gathered in my office—the usual group. Clara and Calma stand protectively near Lydia, their concern showing in every small glance. Desmond, Maxwell, and Jack are on the other side, studying every image and note with serious faces.The desk is covered with printed photos of the exhibit and maps we pulled from the internet. Lydia’s careful handwriting covers some of them, marking the locations and symbols she’s seen in her dreams. Others carry Jack’s notes about how we might get into the museum without being caught.Dustin holds a tablet, writing down points of interest as he and Desmond quietly discuss the best way to sneak into the MET.“Time and time ag