Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate,Claimed By His Rival: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Aria stood under the hotel shower until the water ran cold and her skin turned pink, she scrubbed between her thighs twice, hard enough that the soap stung the places he had stretched, the bite mark on her shoulder had already darkened into a clear imprint of teeth, she pressed her fingers against it and felt the dull throb answer back.Soap could not touch the scent, it sat under her skin, low and heavy, and her wolf kept rolling in it like something shameless.She dressed in the only clean clothes she had left, a black pencil skirt and a cream blouse she had shoved into her bag the night she walked out of the pack house, the fabric pulled tight across her breasts, every step sent a deep sweet ache through her core, Damon’s cum was gone, washed down the drain, but the memory of how it had felt flooding her lived in the muscles.The business card still lay on the bathroom counter.Damon Blackwood Alpha — Shadowfang Pack CEO, Shadowfang HoldingsShe had taken the job two weeks ago

The neutral estate sat on the border like something that did not belong to either pack, a long stone house with dark windows and a gravel drive that crunched under the tires of the black car Damon had sent for her. Aria stepped out wearing the red dress he had told her to wear, the same one from the bar the night everything started, nothing underneath as ordered, the thin fabric already sticking to the backs of her thighs in the early evening heat. Her hair was down, her face clean of makeup, and the only jewelry she wore was the small silver chain Eli had given her for her last birthday. She kept touching it like it could keep her standing. Damon was already waiting at the top of the steps, black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled, eyes unreadable. Kael stood three feet to his right in a charcoal suit that still looked like power even here. Between them a Council witness, an older female wolf with gray at her temples and a leather folder under one arm, watched Aria climb the st

The next night the house felt smaller. Aria had spent the day moving through the neutral estate like a guest who was not allowed to leave, eating what was placed in front of her, answering when spoken to, keeping her expression blank while both Alphas watched her over the rims of their cups. By the time the sun dropped behind the tree line her shoulders ached from the effort of holding herself together. She had hoped the separate rooms would give her at least the illusion of a door she could close. That hope lasted until Damon appeared in her doorway just after ten, already shirtless, and said the words she had been dreading. “Downstairs. Living room. Now.” Kael was already there when she arrived, seated in the wide armchair near the unlit fireplace, sleeves rolled, golden eyes tracking her the moment she stepped into the light. Damon closed the door behind her and leaned against it. The only other furniture was a long low couch and a thick rug. No bed. No table. Nowhere to brace he

The Council representative arrived without warning just after sunset. Aria was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing the single glass she had used for water when the heavy knock landed on the front door. The sound carried through the quiet house like a stone dropped into still water. Damon reached the entrance first, his footsteps unhurried but purposeful. Kael was already coming down the stairs, one hand on the banister, golden eyes narrowed. When the door opened the same gray-templed woman from the signing stood on the threshold holding a thin folder against her chest. Two pack enforcers flanked her, one wearing the Moonridge crest, the other the Shadowfang mark. She did not wait for an invitation. She stepped inside as if the house already belonged to the Council. “Emergency addendum,” she said, voice flat and practiced. “Effective immediately. All parties are required to hear it in full.” They moved into the main hall without further discussion. The long dark table where Aria had

The door handle turned all the way and the front door opened. Kael stood on the threshold, early morning light behind him, golden eyes moving from Aria’s face to Damon’s position only a few feet away from her. The air in the hall still carried the faint trace of the night air Aria had brought in with her, along with the sharper tension that had nowhere to go. For a long second no one spoke. Damon did not step back. Aria did not try to explain the dark clothes or the hour or the fact that she had clearly been outside the estate before sunrise. Kael’s voice was quiet. “You’re up early.” Damon answered before Aria could. “She needed air. I was making sure she came back.” The explanation sat between them, thin but usable. Kael’s gaze lingered on Aria a moment longer, searching for something she refused to give him, then he nodded once and moved past them toward the kitchen. Only when the sound of a cabinet opening reached them did Damon look at her again. He tilted his head toward the