All Chapters of The Rejected plump omega becomes his obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81 Mia The creep's hand was still on me. His fingers dug into my jeans like he owned the right to touch whatever he wanted. I should have moved. I should have slapped his hand away or screamed or done something. But my body would not listen to my brain. I just sat there on that stool with my drink in front of me and my cheek throbbing and my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat."I asked you a question, sweetheart," he said. His breath was hot and wet against my ear. "You want some company or not?"I opened my mouth to tell him no. To tell him to get lost. But nothing came out. Just air. Just silence. Just me being pathetic and frozen while some drunk old man touched me like I was a piece of meat he found at the grocery store.He squeezed harder. I flinched."Come on now," he said. "Don't be shy. I saw you sitting here all alone. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be by herself at this hour. Let me take care of you.""I said get your hand off me." My voice came

Chapter 83 Mia She took a turn without using the signal until the last second. “Because you said you wanted to go home and then you sat there like home was not a place you could walk into. Because your phone is dying. Because it is late. That is the whole list.”“That is a long list for someone who said she was not giving a speech.”“That was not a speech. That was an answer. You asked.”I shut my mouth. Then I opened it again because sitting quiet made the slap louder.“I have a boyfriend,” I said.“You mentioned.”“I am not staying with you.”“You are getting a couch until the sun is up or until you decide the street looks better. After that you can go back to the boyfriend. I do not care.”The way she said boyfriend made my teeth hurt. Like it was a word she did not respect and did not need to.“His name is Zayne.”“I did not ask for his name.”“I know you didn’t. I said it anyway.”“Okay.”“He is probably looking for me.”Sloane glanced at the rearview once. “Then we should not

Chapter 85 Mia Sloane’s eyes did not soften. “We are not sleeping together.”“Okay.”“You keep saying okay like it is a door you can shut.”“It is a door I can shut.”“Then shut it and go sit on the couch.”I should have. I know that. I can see the second I should have turned around and left the light and the tank top and the ugly cut and the woman who had no right to be this close to a night that already had Zayne in it. I did not turn around.I kissed her.It was short. It was angry. It was my mouth on her mouth because I needed the night to belong to me for one stupid second and I did not have another way to take it back. Her lips were dry. She tasted like tap water and smoke she had not lit in front of me. I pulled off almost as fast as I landed.Sloane’s good hand came up and stopped in the air near my shoulder, not quite on me.“You asked me to say it,” she said.“I know.”“Then what was that.”“I don’t know.”“That is a bad answer.”“It is the only one I have.”She looked at

Chapter 87MiaMy phone came back to life before I even opened my eyes properly, and the first thing I saw when I finally focused on the screen was my mother’s name sitting at the top of six missed calls in a row, which was never a good sign with her, not once in twenty five years had six missed calls from my mother ever meant something small.I sat up so fast the blanket slid off my shoulders and pooled around my waist, and for a second I just stared at the screen like staring at it longer would somehow change what it said.Come now. Something happened. Maeve is hurt.I read it once. Then I read it again because the first time my brain just refused to let the words sit together properly, like if I looked hard enough it would rearrange itself into something that made sense, something that wasn’t this.“No,” I said out loud, even though there was nobody in the room to hear me say it. “No, no, this isn’t happening, this can’t be happening right now.”I opened the thread with hands that

Chapter 89MiaI didn’t have an answer for that, so I just stared out the window and let the silence sit between us until the hospital came into view, all glass and bright white light against a sky that still hadn’t decided if it wanted to be morning yet.Zayne parked crooked with two wheels up on the curb and neither of us said a word about it. We were both out of the car before the engine even stopped ticking, moving fast across the lot, my borrowed sweatpants dragging at the ankles because Sloane was taller than me and I hadn’t had time this morning to care about something as stupid as the length of my pants.The automatic doors slid open and the smell hit me first, that sharp clean hospital smell that always made my stomach turn, and it turned now before I even made it to the front desk.“Carter,” Zayne said to the woman behind the counter, breathless, one hand flat on the edge like he needed it to stay upright. “Maeve Carter. She came in from a car accident last night.”The woman