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

I am still virgin Jeoff… and I honestly didn’t like what your doing at me. Still, Jeoff really doesn’t want to stop from kissing me. Until… He let go of my lips when he felt that he’s out of oxygen. And me? Would you mind asking me? I think my blood all over my body was dried up because of what he has done to me. This guy is pervert and shameless one! I gave him a look that he is really the most awful man I ever met! He slightly smirked at me. “Part of the contract Lily, be my real wife.” the devil whispered to me. “Saying goodbye is not enough.” Then he wasn’t even contented with the kiss, he even kissed me on my cheek.

I just tried to twist my waist out of his hold But the way he caught me, I got out of his grip. It seemed almost impossible. "Roose ….My crystal My baby! So you are calling me a devil. Yeah you are right I'm devil! Now you will see the real face of the devil, And I swear you won't be able to forget this Devil. I have been lovingly explaining for a long time, but you did not understand, now you come here to me and If you do not come to me within the next second, then you will be responsible for whatever happens tonight!."Christian said .

One of his calloused hands trail down her face, causing tingles and goosebumps to form on her face due to his touch but it's gone as fast as she felt it. She was brought out of her trance by hearing him say the words she dreaded the most her entire life. "I Damien Blackwood, the future Alpha of Midnight Moon Pack, Reject you Serenity Martins as my mate and future Luna." It was as if her whole world had crumpled before her eyes and her wolf, Selena kept whimpering inside her head. Tears welled up in her eyes but she kept them at bay for the time period and willed herself to be strong. "I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack."

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

" she stated as she has already started looking for angels for her son. "you know it doesn't work like that. Any of our sons or daughters can only mate with someone whom they have fallen in love with and their other half loves them back. Even though I call him back, he won't fall in love. You know how our son is. And forget about him, none of the angels will fall for him. everyone thinks that he is a fallen angel. An abomination. .... The Devil." God stated which only hurt the goddess more.

"I got the confirmation that we are mates, mother. I am mated to the Lycanis King and he loves me." "A demon like him is incapable of love, Valen. He can never love you. There's a reason why there is an option to reject your mates. You have the option, Valen and if you love us, if you love your people and this pack, use that option wisely. The moon goddess won't be that cruel to mate you with a devil. She makes mistakes sometimes." With that already said, she left the room, slamming the door so hard that it could have fallen.

She screamed in frustration as her body slumped back on the bed, and she tightened her grip on my hair, pushing her hips against my face harder. “Please, Leon. Please.” Her eyes are pleading and I chuckle as I decide to stop torturing her. I pulled away a little to look up at her, spanking her ass in the process. “Who do you belong to?” “I’m yours,” she pleads. “Only yours.” “Good girl,” I whispered, before sucking down on her clit, taking her right back to the edge. “This pussy,” I whispered against her clit. “Whose is it?” She pulled on my hair, desperate. “It’s yours, Leon. Every single part of me is yours, I promise.”

Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality. I blinked and rubbed my temples. “She looks starved," I snapped. "This is what you expect me to breed with?" If it was because my mate looked like she had gone through a lot, or I felt insulted that her father would sell such a haggard looking creature to me, I wasn't sure why I was boiling. “She’s the eldest,” her father stammered from behind them. “She’s of age. A virgin. Her womb is not touched by magic or man—”

How can a man born of vengeance touch me as though I am the only flame that warms him? Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging, urging, surrendering. His lips moved lower, tracing fire down her collarbone, his horn grazing her hair. She trembled, torn between fear and a hunger that had long since burned away the edges of innocence. Their passion devoured the night again — bodies entwined, breath stolen, souls colliding until no space remained between them. Every gasp, every cry, every shiver wove them tighter, not merely as man and woman but as king and queen bound in something deeper than lust: a dangerous, unbreakable devotion.