All Chapters of RECLAIMING HIS REJECTED MATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

32BROOK'S POV The door had barely clicked shut behind Levi and Lord Drahzar before I was already moving after leaving Rowan with his assigned maid. I didn’t wait to hear anything else, didn’t care what they had to say to each other behind closed doors. My heart was beating too fast, my thoughts racing ahead of me as I hurried down the corridor and back to my room.This could be it. No, this was it.The moment I got in, I shut the door quickly behind me and dialed Flint’s number without hesitation. It barely rang twice before he picked up.“Brooks?”“I just spoke with Lord Drahzar,” I said immediately, pacing as I ran a hand through my hair. “He came here himself and made an offer, Flint. A real one. He said he could move Blackfang and relocate everyone to a safe place. Away from Levi. Away from all of this.”There was a slight pause from his end, and I continued, “he said he already approached you with the same offer too, and you didn't tell me.”“I didn't tell you because there wa

BROOK'S POV Levi plunged three fingers back inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely I cried out. He fucked me hard and fast, his palm slapping against my pussy with every thrust. The pleasure built again, sharper and more intense than before, a dizzying spiral that made my head spin.It went on like that. And each time, just as my muscles began to spasm, just as the cry tore from my throat, he would stop, or slow down, or pull away, leaving me hanging in torturous suspension. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. Sweat slicked my skin. My vision was swimming. I felt lightheaded, drunk on my stubbornness, the blood pounding in my ears so loud I couldn't hear my own thoughts."Levi... I can't..." I sobbed, my head rolling limply against his shoulder. "Say it," he growled, his fingers pumping into me again, dragging a long, ragged moan from my chest. He was relentless. He was going to break me if he didn't stop. "All you have to do is apologize."“No,” I man

BROOK'S POV “What do you mean he’s unconscious? Explain properly because I genuinely don’t understand what’s happening.”I stared at Theo across the room, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Levi was lying motionless on the bed completely still.The sight alone unsettled me in a way I didn’t like. He looked pale against the sheets, his chest rising too slowly, his face strangely empty of life.A few minutes earlier, I had heard a woman screaming somewhere in the palace. Not ordinary screaming. It had sounded so broken and desperate. When I looked out the window of my room, I saw Theo helping Seraphine into a car while her driver stood nearby. Even from a distance, she had looked shattered.And now this.Theo exhaled quietly before glancing at Levi.“He was bound to Lady Seraphine through a werewolf pact. A chosen mate bond.”My brows pulled together immediately.“What?”“It was an ancient pact. One that tied them together officially. But he found a way to break it, and now he

BROOK'S POV “I came back home,” I said, still trying to understand the hostility around us. “Flint, I can explain—”Before I could say another word, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me through the people toward his house.Rowan stumbled slightly trying to keep up with us, still clutching my hand, and by the time we entered the house, my pulse was already racing.Flint’s mother was sitting in the living room, but unlike every other time I had seen her, there was no warmth on her face when she looked at me.None.Her eyes swept over me coldly before shifting away like she did not even want to acknowledge my existence. The reaction stung more than I expected.“Stay here with Grandma for a bit,” Flint told Rowan quickly.Then he was dragging me again straight into his room. The moment the door shut behind us, I turned toward him immediately.Flint finally let go of my wrist and started pacing the room once, his expression tense in a way I did not understand.“Flint, let me explain

BROOK'S POV My hands pushed weakly against his chest at first, but the second he deepened it, I felt myself slipping again, like I always did with him.His hand tightened at my waist as the kiss grew rougher, hungrier, the restraint disappearing frighteningly fast between us. The emotion twisted into raw need almost instantly, and I hated how quickly my body responded to him.Hated how easily I melted into him.What was meant to be emotional turned ravenous within seconds.His hand came up to cradle the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the strands of my hair, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity straight down my spine.A low sound escaped my throat as our tongues met. I pressed my chest against his, needing to eliminate every inch of space between us. The kiss grew sloppy, wet, and utterly savage. Teeth grazed my lower lip, drawing a gasp that he swallowed instantly, his tongue delving deeper to claim every corner of my mouth.Every time I tried to pull back, even just