Mated To The Devil's Son: Rejected To Be Yours Romane & Geschichten

"You’re exactly like your mother. Soft. Sentimental. Always crying about things that don't matter while the world passes you by. She thought she could change me, too. She thought love was a weapon. Look where that got her. She died in a drugged-out haze, wondering why her husband didn't love her enough to let her be mediocre." "Shut up," I growled. "She was a failure, Nikolai," he continued, stepping closer, the shotgun almost touching my forehead now. "A beautiful, fragile failure. And you’re just the sequel. You’re risking everything for a girl who doesn't even know who she is. You think you’re being a hero? You’re being a clown. You’re throwing away a billion-dollar throne for a few weeks

It was something right out of the movies. Stay away from my son, or be sorry!!! Ingrained in my brain forever. Had I done it though? No, and now I was knocked up by the devils’ son. Possibly. Life takes us each on a different journey. An mine had taken me straight to the doorstep of the devil. I couldn’t have stayed away, even if I had tried. I was like a moth to a flame. Getting burned, that was my own fault. The damage had been done already. What could possibly happen now? It would all be alright.

What in the name of ten devils was he talking about? "I don't understand. What do you mean?" I asked as tears began forming in my ears. "Don't you get it, you fool?" He growled as he shot me a death glare. "I am rejecting you as my mate and your filthy people too. Now, I will have to eliminate every single one of you."

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.

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

“You are here to blame me when you are the one doing the wrong by going against fate and the Supreme. We have been chosen to be together, but you deny it. Why?” “Devon, I respect you with all my heart. I truly do, even now. But you’re not the one I love. Therefore, today, I am here to request you to reject me as your fated mate,” I said, and Devon’s face turned stoic again. I could feel his wolf surfacing. I knew rejection would still weaken me, but not as much as being mated to him would. He shook his head. “I will never reject you. I will never go against my Supreme and my Saint’s will.”