All Chapters of The Rejected plump omega becomes his obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52 RowanI woke up before the sun rose. The room was still dark enough that the lamp from last night threw a weak yellow light across the bed. Maeve was curled against me, one leg thrown over mine, her face buried in my chest. Her hair stuck to my skin in places. She smelled like me and like her and like everything we had done for hours. I did not move. I just watched her breathe.Her mouth was open a little. Every few seconds she made this tiny sound, not quite a snore, more like she was still talking in her sleep. I brushed a strand of hair off her cheek with my thumb. Her skin was warm. Soft. The same body I had made her look at in the mirror. The same body that had come apart twice while I held her up and told her to keep her eyes open. She had listened. She had watched herself. And then she had asked for more of me, the real version, the one I usually kept locked down.I ran my hand slowly down her back. Over the curve of her hip. She shifted but did not wake. My fingers

Chapter 54 Rowan I kept her hand in mine when the cabin door opened. The air from the jet bridge hit us first, cooler than the plane, mixed with jet fuel and the usual terminal mess. Maeve’s fingers stayed tight around mine. She did not pull away. Neither did I. We walked out like that, side by side, her shoulder brushing my arm every other step.Zayne was right behind us. Marcus too. The rest of the team spilled out in clusters, bags over shoulders, phones already out. Nobody said much at first. We all knew the second we cleared the secure area it would get loud.It got loud faster than I expected.The moment we stepped past the final door into the arrivals hall the cameras started. Not a few. A wall of them. Flashes popped. Microphones shoved forward. Voices piled on top of each other so fast it turned into one long noise.“Lord Rowan! Rowan, over here!”“Is it true you spent the entire London trip with your physiotherapist?”“Maeve, how long have you two been together?”“Did the

Chapter 56 Maeve I sat in the passenger seat of Rowan’s car and watched the streets blur past without really seeing them. My apartment was twenty minutes from the airport in the opposite direction from his place, but somehow we ended up on the road toward his neighborhood instead. I didn’t correct him. I didn’t say anything at all. Ronan’s voice kept playing on a loop inside my head, low and almost gentle, the way people talk when they know they’re cutting you open on purpose.He didn’t tell you about his exes, did he? The ones he broke? The ones who still flinch when his name comes up?Rowan’s hand rested on my thigh the way it always did after a trip. Warm. Steady. Claiming space like it belonged there. I kept my own hands folded in my lap and stared at the dashboard clock.“You’re quiet,” he said after a while. His voice was easy, the same voice that usually pulled a smile out of me without trying.“Just tired.”“Airport will do that. Delayed flight, people everywhere, that guy w

Chapter 58 MaeveI lay in my own bed and stared at my own ceiling and felt like a stranger in both of them.The sheets were twisted around my legs like they'd been fighting me all night. I'd dreamed about him though. That was the problem. I'd fallen asleep thinking about his hands and woken up with my own hand between my thighs and the ghost of his voice in my ears like he was still whispering things I couldn't quite hear. And now I was wide awake at four in the morning with nothing but my phone and a desperate need to see his face and an ache between my legs that wouldn't go away no matter how much I tried to ignore it.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The screen glowed bright in the darkness and I squinted against it. Opened his Instagram. Scrolled through his photos like I'd done a hundred times before. Like I'd done every night for the past two weeks because I was pathetic and I knew it and I didn't care anymore.There he was. At some pack event. Looking serious in a blac

Chapter 60 Maeve His mouth stayed on mine after that first soft press and the kiss deepened until I could not tell where I ended and he began. His lips were warm and I kissed him back harder, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard thump of his heart under the wrinkled shirt. He made a low hungry sound against my mouth and pulled me closer until there was no air left between our bodies.We stayed locked like that in my small entryway, breathing each other in, tongues sliding slow and deep. Then his hands gripped my waist and he lifted me. My legs wrapped around him without thought. He carried me down the short hall to my bedroom like he already owned every step.He set me on the edge of the bed and looked at me with eyes so dark they almost looked black.“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough like gravel.“Don’t you dare stop.”He kissed me again, slower this time, tongue tasting every corner of my mouth while his hands slid under my sleep shirt. Warm palms dragged up my ba