Nia Ravanore found her mate at eighteen years old...... Alpha Dalton Howley and everything was perfect. But after six months of being together, she found him cheating with the Beta's sister, her supposedly friend. This was on the day of her Dad's funeral. It was the same day she learned how her father truly died and the same day that Dalton rejected her. - The lot abused her and forced her out of the pack. Anger, bitterness and hatred brewed in her heart, concocting a deadly agenda. Then she met the sexy Greek god, Lykoan Volkes. Mr. Mysterious and possessive who craves for the sparks they could create in his bed. Well, Nia's done with mates ― period! Tough for him! - When Dalton eventually comes begging for forgiveness and explains why he cheated on her, will Nia ever learn to forgive Dalton or will she move on to someone else? - Will it interfere with her plans for revenge? What choice will she make when Lykoan and Dalton are both hellbent on possessing her? - Find out in Rejected: Dark Obsession for the Rejected Luna!
Lihat lebih banyakNIA’S POV“Nia,” Lykoan pleaded with a rise in his voice, hoping to center my focus on the present. “It's just me, baby. Talk to me."“What if you don't like what I have to say?" I inquired timidly, with fear veiling my voice.“Talk to me anyway. What did you steal?" Lykoan captured my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look up at him.I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut as if my throat was too dry to function. Here goes nothing. “Weloganite.”Lykoan released the grip on my face and went thoughtful for a second. “Aren't those the electric-powered stones Harrison has recently promoted for their power company?”Blinking at him, I nodded.Taking a deep breath, I contemplated my words carefully, aiming to convey my actions without causing misjudgment.It prompted Lykoan to gently caress my hand, offering comfort.Gathering courage, I delved into explanations. “One night, my parents went into the forest for a picnic. My Mom discovered an underground site where the we
NIA’S POVEvery shadow and shape, every unnatural silence that chased the birds away, was that massive, silver beast. With quiet, light paws, the big, sleek Lycan prowled towards me. The muscles on his furry chest and shoulders flexed with every step he took.Crickets and toads pounced away upon sensing the vibrations of his paws, and the crescent moon above was the only light source that never ceased to illuminate the path.Vulpine and alert, he fixed his glowing pairs of sharp, carnivorous eyes on me, his ears straight up on his gigantic head, and his white nose twitched as he sniffed around my scent. The golden hairs along my spine prickled with warning.Did he spot something?I can’t let him get to it first.Suddenly, Lykoan’s gleaming wolf lay still, down on his belly on the ground of the dark forest. Distracted, Starr scrambled on top of Sultan immediately, licking his face numerous times. Hot air blustered from his nostrils when he was satisfied with her affections.Wanting to
LYKOAN’S POVJacques’ mouth dropped in disbelief, and he picked on the tip of his nose. “You’re announcing yourself to the world?”“Nia's family,” I clipped, feeling done with this conversation.“How? She doesn't bear your mark, neither is she your mate.” Josh commented in place of his Alpha. The shot of whiskey has made him bolder towards me.“He's in love with her,” Jacques muttered like it was something that finally clicked.I shrugged.They could think whatever they want to.“She'll have to stay in Boulderfist until the trial ends. We can only keep her if she's mated to an Alpha here. Marking her is the most vital sign of that. It's the incontestable code that would make Dalton request reparations as an alternative,” T.K. declared, snatching the tumbler out of Josh’s hand and turning the glass to his mouth for a large drink.Jacques snickered at me and leaned back in his chair, diverting the topic. “Why hasn’t she shifted? Why haven’t I seen her wolf? I know she has one.”He thriv
LYKOAN’S POVBlam!I nearly kicked the door off the hinges as I barged into Jacques’ office and stood heaving, fist clenched, and growled, “You asshole!”Trepidation budded from the others as my hostile aura splurged out, creating a hair-raising atmosphere.Beta T.K. choked on his cereal, sitting in a chair in his boxers. Josh glanced up from his tablet. The device almost slipped from his hands as he jerked from fright, on the edge of his Alpha’s desk.“Morning sunshine,” Jacques snickered distastefully from his executive chair where he leaned back, pumping two dumbbells. He cocked his head to the side with brows raised, “Why the hell are you blowing a fuse?”"Get out," I snarled at the other two, whose eyes were wide with fear, as if I was death himself, and scrambled out of the room.Not going far, T.K. and Josh’s presence lingered in the passageway. Anger pulsed through my chest."Oh, for fuck's sake," Jacques rolled his eyes, tossing the dumbbells he was holding to the ground. "Is
-NIA’S POV“You can’t do that!” I exclaimed, experiencing their devastation. A swirling coil of dread tightened at the base of my spine.Conflict raged behind Lykoan’s gaze, and I physically felt its calefaction through our bond. My chest hurt at the intensity of it, extending for several long seconds. A dangerous, electrifying tension loitered over the terrace.“Look at them.” Lykoan retorted, flicking his head at the dismayed group. “They won't have the same loyalty to me when she dies. So my verdict goes to all of them, and anyone who opposes.”Stricken, the Sigmas’ fear and desperation washed over me in waves. It tugged at my heart. The guilt that their pain was because of me. Kenzie was meddlesome, but death?I rubbed my temples.“Not my baby, please.” Lucidora wailed, struggling to catch her breath between sobs. There's a pleading quality to her voice that just gutted me. The sheer, raw emotion laced every word as she poured her heart out.Scraping a hand through the hair at the
NIA’S POV “No, Alpha! Please!” Lucidora's desperate cry startled me, sending me into panic as I bolted down the stairs two at a time.My mind raced faster than my feet as I skidded to a halt and glanced all over the living room, dying to know what was going on, and how bad it was.“Where are they?” I panted, frantically.“The terrace,” Kourtney said, fraught with worry. She overtook me and dashed through the kitchen.My brows folded, and my jaw went slack. Bile crawled up in my throat as I remained by the doorway, taking in the scene.Out in the backyard, Lucidora and Julius were on their knees in front of the pool, whimpering in fright.Lykoan sat in a single chair around the table sheltered by the umbrella in the center. His fingers splayed on his thighs, eerily calm. He might not look ready to crack, but it unnerved me. The tension between them was laced with murderous intent.His cut-throat glare settled on Kenzie, who was also on her knees on the hot tiles in the center of the g
NIA’S POV"Did I overdo it? I'm sorry." Lykoan's voice was dripping with guilt as he spoke the words and I internally scolded myself for not being more specific with my words. “Was I too rough?”"Oh gosh no. Nothing like that. Everything you did was...amazing.” I admitted softly. I shifted on the bed, wincing as the sheet rubbed against my tender skin. “It’s about something that happened while you went to the Trenchlands."Lykoan's head tilted to the side and he sat up. He shook his head as if he was physically trying to wake himself and become more alert, fighting off his exhaustion so he could focus on my words.He moved to a seated position, reaching down and pulling me until I was basically in his lap with a serious expression on his face."Talk to me," he said with concern in his voice that was comforting and endearing.Lykoan's muscles tense beneath me as he set up a little straighter and a deep scowl settled on his face."Who? Who fucking messed with you?" He snapped, getting w
NIA’S POV-Waking up with an experienced tongue licking my sore and spent core had me conflicted with whether I should writhe away from him, or press deeper against the silky, wet intrusion.The puddle of slick that released from my core was my body surrendering to Lykoan, encouraging him on. The sound of him lapping my folds sent shockwaves through my system, heightening my arousal, and thrumming my body awake. His rut was done yesterday and we still haven’t left the room.“Good morning beautiful.” His voice was muffled by the amount of clitoris he held between his lips. His hands had my thighs raised and widely spread, and he gazed at me with a mischievous grin. His eyes were molten and unyielding.A blush crept into my cheeks and my breathing grew uneven as he began working his tongue over my seam. My nipples tightened. My breasts grew heavy with need.“Someone’s in a good mood,” I moaned breathily, helplessly drawing out his name. “Lykoan.”“Very.” Raising his head to meet my bare
NIA’S POV-The cold night dew that fell on us contrasted with the inferno of heat between our bodies as Lykoan's pheromones swept me up into a lingering, lustful daze.I puffed out a deep breath and forced myself to nod to reassure Lykoan that I was okay. His hands pushed each of my arms to the side of my head, sliding along the length of them to intertwine his fingers with mine, pinning my wrists to the ground below me.I braced for impact."Forgive me if this hurts," he swallowed thickly and kissed my jaw before his lips found mine.Then, he began moving, sheathing himself inside of me with powerful thrusts. His drilling hips pushed me further into the grass and dirt with hard, long pumps that somehow seemed to hit new, stimulating spots deep in my center.My walls fluttered around him, and I cried out at the electrifying pulses his penetrations elicited. I couldn't stop the noises that escaped from my throat each time he plunged in, filling me fully."Mine," Lykoan growled possessi
-NIA’S POV- The twilight crept steadily closer. A loud crashing sound came from the living room. The freshly washed white porcelain plate slipped from my hands to the hardwood floor, shattering as I bolted from the kitchen. I stared in horror at the scene. The front door of my condor was kicked off its hinges. Wood splinters flew over the living room and a fuming forty-five-year-old man appeared. Standing at the threshold is an unkempt, buff outline of a man. His chest heaved with fists clenched. Disheveled, he was attired in a beige Henley neck short-sleeve shirt and black jeans, his flaming blue eyes roamed inside my apartment. “Where is he?” He ruffled a hand through his black, layered, messy-flow hair, taking threatening steps towards me. “What do you mean? Why did you burst down my door like that?” I brushed a long, black strand behind my ears and pointed at the chips of wood. “Nia Ravanore, I know he’s here.” The older man retorted, peeking through the small passageway to...
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