All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Wanted By The Four Alphas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KAMARIViktor is being ripped out of my chest.The pain jerks me awake, and for several seconds, I can see nothing but darkness. I try to move, but the floor beneath my body is cold enough to make me shiver.I open my mouth to scream, but the sound never leaves my throat.It almost feels like an invisible hand is reaching inside me and ripping away the last thread connecting me to Viktor.I press a palm to my chest, begging my wolf to stop this madness, this thrashing inside me that makes me feel like I might burst open.Slowly, my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I make out silver plated bars blocking the entrance. The smell of dust and something rusted fills my lungs.They…they really locked me up?I feel my wolf rousing in my chest, and I push off the floor and rise shakily to my feet.Something stings my heel, but I stumble forward into the silver bars, stopping just a few inches from them to peer out into the dungeon. Golden light spills from an abandoned lantern by the main ent

KAMARIThe first thing I notice is the warmth.The next is that the air around me is clean—nothing like the thick rot of ant infested mud. For a moment, I almost allow myself to believe that I’m safe…until my eyes flutter open.Soft light spills across the room before me, too bright to belong to the dungeon. A strong wind hammers against the window beside me, rattling the locked glass in its frame.I stare at it, confused.Then the memories come rushing back like a tidal wave—Viktor, Reyah, the chains, Elias…Oh dear. Elias.I bolt up in bed, panic surging through me as my eyes dart to the door.Where is he? And where am I?I move to get off the bed, wincing at a sharp sting behind my neck. I try to touch it, but withdraw my fingers.My head feels like something is sitting on it, and no matter how hard I try, the memories only come in broken pieces—mud beneath my palms, my forehead crashing into his face, then a tree…Come on, Kamari, think.I try, but the memory slips further from

KAMARI“This one is yours.” I stare at the gray horse father points at, feeling my chest twist into a tight knot.He expects me to…ride a horse all the way back to Bloodmoon?“Thank you…” I mutter, and he fixes me with a curious gaze.“I take it you don’t remember how to ride a horse?” “No, I do…how could I forget?” I force a smile, but he doesn’t return it.“It shouldn’t be too hard. He’s a calm one.”Of course he is, father. He’s not the problem. I know how to ride a horse. Father taught me for several moons growing up. I just…I can’t seem to remember.Breathe. First step, connect with your horse. Approach from the left side.I feel the weight of several eyes on my back as each step draws me closer to the beast. For a moment, I allow myself to think I’m doing this the right way until the beast sees me—and all hell breaks loose. It recoils as I reach for the reins, eyes wide, ears flat.I freeze, hands spread out before me. This can’t be happening, but it is. Maybe I was too ur

KAMARIThe pounding on the door drags me out of sleep.I groan, turning my face into the pillow as another violent knock rattles through the room. My body feels heavy, yet warm beneath the blankets, and for a few seconds, I have no idea where I am.Then the room slowly comes back to me.The bed beneath me, the familiar scent in the air, faint morning light spilling through the curtains…Bloodmoon.The memories hit me all at once. My father. The pack. Elias.And the weight that comes with remembering settles over my chest again.BANG. BANG. BANG.I squeeze my eyes shut.Whoever is on the other side of that door clearly has no intention of letting me sleep through my first morning home.Wait…morning?Oh dear, that must be my father. The declaration…I’m late.I scramble out of bed and cross the room into the courtyard with my heart racing.The banging intensifies, and by the time I reach the front door, I can almost feel it in my teeth.I yank open the door.“I’m up! I’m ready! I—“ my w

KAMARI“Remember what I told you,” Father’s voice is the only thing I can hear clearly beneath the static in my brain.“Let me do the talking.” He said, as if I even knew what to say.Under the glare of a spotlight, I find myself strangely longing for the sun and the stares of my pack members.The silence in the council is loud enough to crush my ear drums.I stand on a sunken circular floor in the center of the room below the council seating with my heart in my throat.My eyes fail to adjust to the darkness covering the seats carved into stone.Nine seats, I count. Nine robed silhouettes. Nine voices forming a semi circle around me, yet all I see when I tilt my chin is my father at the head table—face illuminated by a warm light fixed above the head seat.My gaze drops to my feet, to the stylized image of a wolf’s head surrounded by a blood red moon.When father starts to speak, his baritone holds steady as he presents his long lost Alpha heir to the council members.When he finishe