The Alpha's Rejected mate
e's
ldn't explain. My eyes flicked over the gala crowd, restle
e sh
ce. Her posture stiffened, shoulders tense like she wanted to vanish, but the men pressed
loose inside me. My wolf snarled beneath my
ink for eve
loor, heart hammering hard. The noise of chatter and laught
low, and sharp, a warnin
ise flared in their eyes-then doubt,
dripping with fake
n't a
ck of bone break beneath my fingers before he even realized what was happening. His eyes wid
s step back, eyes darting bet
lower, cold and final. They melted away
ody felt fragile beneath my arm, skin cool but trembling. Her
in my throat. The sharp edge of w
ze struggling to hold steady. Then her eyes
, fragile yet curious like she was trying t
breath and whispered, "Nyx." Her name hit me with the weight of
rug took h
ps crashing on mine-urgent, fierce, demanding. The haze
udden surge, but the moment our mout
a wildfire consuming dry brush. My wolf roared in sudden, wild jo
n, her wild hunger. Her hands tangled in my shirt, fingers clutching and pulling, urging me
oise, through silent halls until we reached a quiet roo
t, breath, fire. Our Clothes slipped away piece by piece, falling like dry leaves to th
r neck-slow, deliberate-licking and tasting the salt
und thick with promise and hunger that seemed to shake the air between us. My hands moved slowly at first, trac
open window. Her nails dug lightly into my back, sharp but gentle, sending a thrill racing down my spine. The touch made my
raw and instinctive. Sometimes rough, sometimes tender, like the wild da
.Fuck me
slip was like a secret whispered just for me, filling the quiet room and mixing with the deep, gritty sound
on and something more fragile, something real. My fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair, pu
a fire that threatened to consume everything. Time slipped away; the world outside the room faded
ot, fierce, and blinding. It was like the very air between us ignited, wrapping us both
y chest roared louder as if my wolf was singing a mysterious song. But the
art clenched, a bitter taste rising in my throat. She was fragile-to
, my hands gripping her hips tightly. My mind
mot
nd that blood was the curse that marked her weak-unworthy of the power she should
ed hu
y took from me.
be mine....it was unraveling into a nightm