All Chapters of I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Draven’s POVI dragged my jacket on, the stitches pulling with every move. I felt a few tear open but I ignored it, striding towards the door.Thor was waiting outside with the look he got when he had already decided something was a bad idea and had also already accepted that it was going to happen anyway."The bikes are ready," he said."Good." I said, walking past him toward the yard."Where the hell do you think you're going," Clara called out. I stopped by my bike, adjusting the controls."Out," I mumbled and she scoffed."Not with those injuries. I know we heal faster than humans but that doesn't mean you should wound yourself this badly," she hissed, grabbing my arm.I sighed, ignoring the camp moving around us — early morning, the communal fire still burning low, two of the younger pack members crossing toward the workshop with their heads down against the cold.Neither of them looked up as we talked."I'll be fine," I mumbled, patting at her fingers.She huffed, her brows flyi

Draven’s POVWe strode out of the forest line in silence,neither of us had said a word to the other since I found her struggling against what had to be Ronan’s scout.I was angry, my wolf would have echoed the rage if it wasn't too busy keeping me warm.Thor was already on his bike when we cleared the trees.I had left him behind the moment I scented her, pushing the bike harder than the wounds allowed.He relaxed visibly when he saw me now, I waved him off so he knew everything was alright. I didn't want to talk right now, I was afraid that if I did that. I would say something I would regret, so I slung Bella's bag over the bar bells.I swung onto my bike and felt my side register its objection immediately.Bella stood a few feet away, leaning to one side likely to keep the weight off her injured ankle, arms at her sides.She glared at the bikes and I turned to face her trying to ignore the wet warm liquid seeping from my open wounds."Get on," I said, she hesitated and I sighed“ Ar

Bella's POVThe doctor had been right about one thing.My ankle wasn't broken.Unfortunately, that also meant I had no excuse to remain in bed.I had spent hours trying to force myself to sleep after he and the overly helpful maid left.Closing my eyes. Turning from one side to the other. Pulling the blanket higher and then throwing it off when it became too warm.Nothing worked.Every time I closed my eyes, my thoughts circled back to the same things.Ronan.The race.Draven riding through the forest with blood soaking through his shirt. I groaned and sat upright the room suddenly feelingtoo small.Why the hell was I torturing myself with thoughts of things that hadn't happened yet.Besides Draven was not my problem, he was an enemy I would have to settle the scores with sooner or later.I wasn't going to get any sleep like this, better to run myself rugged by walking around for a while.It would also get rid of the rambling thoughts that I didn't want to have.My ankle protested wh

Ronan's POVThe letter arrived at noon.My father's secretary placed it on the desk without a word, the council seal pressed into the wax at the fold,“ What's this?” I asked, and he sighed“Just as you see it, a letter from the council showing Alpha Draven conditions”He said walking out before I could ask him anything.I already knew what it was. I'd been waiting for it since the moment I filed the petition.I broke the seal.I read it once.I read through it once, blinking rapidly at the sentences on the page, heat of rage filling my gut at once. I picked up the nearest thing on my desk— a glass decanter, crystal, a gift from the eastern pack elders three winters ago — tossing it across the room.It crashed into the window, shards of glass falling to the floor. The sound of it shattering against the stone outside did nothing to ease my rage.Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the paper from off the desk reading it again.The Alpha of the Rogue Kingdom, Draven Voss, has formally accept

Draven’s POVI came back through the eastern tree line at dawn, pushing hard on the last mile.The burst of power from my hind legs had me springing forward.I loved running, in my shifted form, the wind in my fur rippling across my face.It had been a while since I did this, ran around for the fun of it.Most times I just did my stroll around the border and strolled right back in, today however I needed the extra burst of energy.My wolf needed it, needed to burn off my discomfort before I had to be human again and make decisions with logic instead of instinct.I shifted at the edge of the clearing, my fur shrinking back into my skin, claws receding, knuckles relaxing.Thor was already there, my clothes folded over his arm, holding them out like he always did. Most times I lost him so I could have some peace but today it didn't work.I pulled on the shirt first, then the jeans, running a hand through my hair that was still damp from the shift."Anything on the northern stretch?" I as