All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Captured by a Dominating Lycan King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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I accept Your Rejection, Bane Alistair

He winces at that. "You could reject him, and come back to me." "Why would I do that, Bane? I love him." "I could mark you and we could be mates again," he's acting as if I haven't said anything. What? Seriously??? He's losing his mind. "NO. You don't want to do that, Bane. I'm a lycan now...and I am marked by a lycan. My blood will only poison you....and if you're not killed by my blood, my mate will." Suddenly his eyes turn icy and his hands clenched into tight fists at his side. "Look at you, all high and mighty now. You're such a tease. You could've been my mistress," he jeers, moving closer. "I could've had you." "Stop it, Bane! You haven't changed!" I take a step back. He's behaving like a mad man. One minute he's apologetic and begging me to go back to him, the next moment he's all mad and condescending....and crazy. I can't deal with his multiple personalities. "I wish you happiness. I truly do. I hope you'll find yourself a good mate and a suitable luna for this pack,

One With the Ninja Power

He suddenly changes direction with my hand still firmly in his. We're now walking away from the school building. The rest of the lycans keep walking into the school without us. When we reach the first tree at the end of the field, he stops. He turns his blazing gray eyes to look at me for the first time since he brought me here. "I'm not angry with you. Not anymore. I understand what you needed to do... I'm not happy that you went off with him like that, but I understand," he says. "I'm still mad at him, though. The only reason he's still alive is because you didn't want me to kill him, and I know for sure that there's no way in hell he can have you. If I believe otherwise, he'd be dead by now." "Okay," I smile. "So you're not angry with me." "Sweetheart, you know I can't stay angry with you for too long," he sighs. "What am I going to do with you?" he shakes his head. "Oh, I can think of a few things..." I move in closer. "You look so hot when you saved me from his attack just

Remember To Whom You Are Speaking To

"There's a law against harming your own mate," declares Alpha Alistair. "You broke both his arms!" Well...I just broke his one arm. In two places, admittedly, but technically still just one arm. Caspian broke his other arm. Another thing, an important one... Bane is not my mate! Sheesh!!! I saved his life too...three times now. But hey, who's counting? Me! I am. Right now I'm sitting in the principal's office, listening to Alpha Alistair's rant, while having a monologue in my own head. What? He yaks so much that I can't get a word in edgeways. So I talk to myself, in my own head...and well, okay, I am weird. Alpha Alistair has his two big warriors standing guard at the door in the reception area. He goes everywhere with his guards. I know he's an alpha and all, but really? I guess there's no cure for delusions of grandeur. I have an urge to roll my eyes, but under current circumstances, I don't think that's a great idea. Our school principal, Mr. Bennet is sitting behind his desk

I Can Smell Your Fear

He retreats a few steps behind the table and for a second, Alpha Alistair lowers his head, but he quickly and shakily forces his head back up. His hands are gripping the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles are turning white. That table is going to break. His jaw is clenched tight and his eyes are now red around the edges. He's fighting the urge to submit. Principal Bennet is nowhere to be seen. I can only conclude that he's somewhere underneath the table...that is if he hasn't crawled out of his office already. "You are no longer my Alpha. You have no control over me," I talk through my gritted teeth. "I might no longer be your alpha, but your family and friends are still under my authority. Accidents can sometimes happen," he answers. His voice is quivering. "Are you threatening me?" I narrow my eyes. Destroy him before he destroys the people I love. I don't know if that's me or if it's Nyx influencing my thinking, but I agree. Nyx's anger and my anger is red iron hot bur

Plushy Comfy Babies

I remember being carried to the car by Caspian, surrounded by my lycan pack mates and their protective and calming presence. When we get home, Caspian starts the bath and undressed me gently all the while talking softly to me. He lowers me into the warm water before he strips himself and gets into the bath with me. He washes my blood-stained fingers, my body, and my hair. By the time he dries me up, with a big fluffy towel in my hair, I'm feeling like myself again. He lays me in bed and pulls the blanket comfortably over me. After he dried himself, he crawls into bed with me. I lay my head on his chest and he wraps his arms securely around me. "Casp?" "Yes, my love?" "I'm sorry." "Don't be. It's his own fault. The alpha called you in the office knowing full well that I or any of our pack members won't be there with you. He wanted you alone because he thought he can manipulate you. That was very sneaky of him. Only it backfired on him." I trace a finger absently over the ridges

Crazy Cow and Fuzzy Slippers

I open my eyes to a dimly lit room. A tiny sliver of sunlight seeps in through a gap between two heavy curtains. It's still very early and I'm already awake, so I'm feeling very proud of myself. I lift Caspian's arm that's resting possessively over my hips carefully and slink out quietly. After a shower, I put on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a green tank top and stand at the foot of the bed brushing my hair while watching him sleep. I'm such a creeper, I know. But hey, when you have a mate with a body of a Greek god who is now lying naked on his stomach in bed with the sheet barely covering his tight sexy behind who could blame me? His head is lying sideways on the pillow, so I can see his sharp angular profile with high cheekbone, a strong nose, and chin, and sensual lips. His hair is tousled and his thick dark eyelashes lay across his cheek. He moves and his breathing changes as he's waking up, and the bedsheet slips even lower. Instantly his hand is searching for me ov

One With The Pack

Silas and Selene are already at the breakfast table, quietly sipping their coffee. Selene stands up and wraps her arms around me as soon as I walk into the kitchen. I return her warm hug and take my seat. Silas squeezes my hand and flashes me his rare smile. I'm glad that my pack has my back. "Thanks, Duncan," I smile up at Duncan as he places a plate of warm waffles and a mug of coffee in front of me. A little sip and I'm in heaven…Ahhh…just the way I like it, strong, with a dash of French vanilla cream and sugar. I look around the table, feeling baffled. Everybody doesn't seem to be in a hurry to finish their meal to get to school. An arm slips around my waist. "Sweetheart, we're not going to school today," says Caspian as he kisses the back of my neck. An explosion of heat and a wave of pleasure spread all over my body. He nibbles and licks the skin there and I almost moan aloud. Flying cows and cuddly slippers..or something. Ummm…This is bad. This is bad. He settles on a seat n

The Pack Council

I don't know what that would mean if anything were to happen to any one of us, but I know it wouldn't be pretty, especially with Julian and Caspian being the royal princes. The first and second in line to the throne. I don't think the king would be keen to slaughter his own son and nephew, but on the other hand, innocent lives would still have to be saved. "So what's going to happen at the meeting with the Pack Council?" I ask them. I have absolutely no idea what is going to happen today. I have never even been to a council meeting except for that one time when my Grandfather and the Alpha of Red Convel Pack came to claim me. "To tell you the truth, we have no idea what's going to happen either. It would all depend on what they're planning to do, but I don't imagine they want the Palace's involvement in this matter," answers Caspian. "It could happen if they insisted on punishment for you," supplies Silas. "Palace involvement or a fight with a few lycans," mutters Julian with a gr

Beta Stevens

The guard post sits about fifty meters away from the main pack house. The driveway is wide, lined with towering pine trees on both sides until a clearing opens up, giving us a clear view of the massive, imposing structure. The main pack house is a five-story Federal Colonial style gray-brick building with white trim and grand columns lining the curved steps of the front entrance. The surrounding gardens are usually pristine and quiet. Today, however, the place looks like an active war zone. There are no kids running around on the lawn. No women chatting near the gardens. The entire perimeter is crawling with pack warriors in full tactical gear, lookouts posted on every corner. If they're trying to intimidate us with a show of force, it’s failing miserably. In fact, it’s doing the exact opposite, it's poking the apex predator inside our Lycans, stoking their natural hunger for a fight. Our car grinds to a halt as we’re surrounded by Silver Moon Pack fighters. Most are male, b

The Art of Love and War

We follow him up the steps. Caspian's fingers remain locked firmly through mine. Julian falls into step on my left, while Selene and Silas cover our rear like a royal honor guard. As we walk, I make a mental map of the warrior positions. I catch the subtle twitch of window curtains on the second and third floors, rolling my eyes at the amateur surveillance. If they try anything stupid, we will dismantle them. But we aren't senseless monsters; the non-combatants and kids hiding upstairs won't be touched. The warriors outside, though? They’re playing a dangerous game. Beta Stevens leads us through the vaulted foyer and into a heavy oak door on the right. More guards line the interior walls. Naturally. It’s a massive board room featuring a long mahogany conference table, wrapped with high-backed leather chairs. The tall windows overlooking the grounds are covered with thick, sound dampening velvet drapes to keep werewolf ears from eavesdropping from the lawn. Six older men sit

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