Mated To The Devil's Son: Rejected To Be Yours Novels & Stories

"I do not think you're insane, you know I believe in sorts of stuff, ghosts, witches, supernatural entities, demons and other superstitious, crazy shit… but I am still in disbelief and now that you've mentioned it…. Remember that time you told me some insurgents coerced one of your mother's bodyguard's to assassinate him and he was shot in the head nine times and in the chest eleven times and he walked out just fine, he did not end up at the morgue or at the hospital for that matter! He never gets sick, he likes to suddenly appear out of nowhere, he has an entire prison full of innocent civilians, he likes killing people for nothing, he does not laugh, he loves the dark, his eyes are dead, h

I couldn’t blame them. “Yes, we know she is your mate!” my mother snapped. “Reject her!” she ordered. A shudder passed through my body at the word and my stomach knotted. “She cannot and will not ever be your bride. She is a demon, because she was borne by a devil!” My mother spewed poison. “Motherrr!” I roared, standing up with corded muscles. “I won't hear a word about her!” I said, my chest heaving.

She told her. “It’s the devil’s alpha.” Her mother’s smile turned into a frown. “What did you just say?” it was her father that asked. “My mate is the devil’s alpha dad, and I fear him.” Her mother took her into her arms and comforted her. Her father did not know what to do, he clenched his fists and started pacing. “Then reject him if you don’t want to be with him, your happiness matters more to us and if you know you will not be happy with him, then reject him.” Her father told her.

“You came asking the Devil for a favor.” His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “You don’t get to make the rules anymore.”

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

“What do you mean? I can recognize a mate connection and I feel it with her.’’ I countered. “It can't be, she was my mate.’’ Devon denied. “You rejected her, Devon. She's mine now.'’ I uttered. “Look I don't care okay?’’ He yelled out, shocking me. “I don't care about whatever you feel or what you think, I won't let her go. ’’ “What do you want with her?’’ I fired at him. “What do you want with her?’’ He fired back and a sarcastic laughter erupted from my mouth. “She's my MATE.” I screamed out the ‘mate’ emphatically. “And she is my Slave. I can't and I won’t let you have her.’’ He shouted briefly.

"I did all of this for you... for us..." ​"Yes, defective! The doctor told me you won't be able to get pregnant ever again! And now, this stunt of yours has cost me my first and last child with you!" He hurled his final, cutting words into her face, then turned toward the door with absolute coldness, saying, "The hospital wants the discharge papers and the bill paid... Figure it out yourself. I am not prepared to pay a single penny for the murderer of my son."

Betty whispered back at him, making him gulp. “I am your mate, Betty, so you are not mateless!! And as for the baby, we could…” Devlin started but was rudely cut off by Betty's murderous looking face… “Don't even think about saying that!....you will never be my mate and I will never care for your bastard child and you will never ever have my heart, you hear me, Mayor Develin, I’ll reject you!!” Betty hissed in great anger. The moment those words left her lips she sees Develin's eyes widen and his breath becoming shallow, while a pain shoots through her own body, letting both of them know that she just rejected him.