Mated To The Devil's Son: Rejected To Be Yours の小説・ストーリー

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 know the reason I'm doing this right?" "Yeah… sure I do." She answered. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. Every bit of me was screaming at me not to push through with this. Black clawed his way to the front of my mind to see his mate. He kept growling and whining, I want her but I have to do this. I took a deep breath and then proceeded with my words. "I, Ralph Maverick, Alpha of the Crystal Moon pack, reject you, Serena Williams of the Crystal Moon packs."

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”

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,

Jules chuckled, “No, mother. Janice comes from a different world where the women wear their hearts on their sleeves, and it's normal to have a rethink for them.” The queen rolled her eyes. “I don't care where she is from. Find that wench, or else you are having a bastard as a son.” “I will,” Jules groaned, before stepping out of the room. He knew he was going to find her. Likewise, whipped her and still made her his wife. But the problem was where he would begin the search from.

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."

'No—release my son! The devil ignored him, raising a clawed hand. The air tore open before him—a jagged void, a maw of swirling blackness rimmed with flickering red flames, whispering promises of eternal torment. It yawned wide, sucking light from the chamber, the edges fraying reality itself. With Kael clutched tight, the devil stepped toward it, the boy's struggles growing frantic.

"But so are you for coming to me with this plan." "I was desperate." "You were brave." His pinky finger brushed against mine so lightly I might have imagined it. "Most people would have run or accepted their fate. You walked into the lion's den and made a deal with the devil." "You're not the devil." "No. But I'm definitely his son." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Get some sleep Isabella. Tomorrow we start planning Vittorio's destruction." "Just like that?" "Just like that." His hand moved away and he rolled onto his side facing away from me. "And Isabella?"