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His rejected mate 39. Please me.
We make our way inside Ryan's lavish home passing the young maid who glares at me in my mate's arms making me smirk at her jealousy which was now obvious.Once we were in his room Alpha Ryan’s grip tightens as he tosses me onto the bed, the force of his possessive nature sending a thrill down my spine. My breath hitches as I land on the soft sheets, heart pounding wildly in my chest. Before I can fully process the moment, Ryan is already on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, making me feel utterly claimed.I realized they seemed to love throwing me onto the bed.His eyes are dark, swirling with a mix of desire and something more primal—something that sends a shiver through my entire being. Ryan’s hand cups my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’re ours, Lily,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “And you don’t ever pull a stunt like that again.”The memory of stripping off my clothes in public flashes in my mind, I bite my lips in a teasing manner watching as his
His rejected mate 40. A death wish.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and flips me onto all fours, his hands firm yet gentle as he positions me on my knees. I barely have time to process what’s happening before he’s thrusting into me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he takes me again, deeper and harder than before.The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets as he drives into me with relentless force. The sensation is almost too much, the intense pleasure mingling with the soreness of being taken so thoroughly.“Ryan,” I moan, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Oh, God… yes, please… don’t stop!”He doesn’t. Ryan’s pace is punishing, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I can feel the tension building again, the pressure coiling tight in my stomach as he takes me over and over, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.“Fuck, Lily,” he growls, slapping my ass. “No one apart from my brother and me will ever have you like this
His rejected mate 41. A curse.
Alpha Dylan's PovRyan comes to stand beside me, his expression calm but with that unmistakable glint in his eyes. I catch his gaze, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. “So,” I ask, unable to resist the jab, “did you manage to put Lily to sleep?”Ryan just smirks back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and satisfaction. “What do you think?” he replies, his tone dripping with confidence as he begins to walk off.I can’t help but chuckle, falling in step beside him. It was obvious we both knew exactly how to calm her down. It was only a pity that I wasn't able to be there to assist.“She may not be too happy when she wakes up, though,” Ryan adds, his voice more serious now, though still with that lingering edge of amusement.“Of course not,” I reply, shaking my head with a slight smile. “She’s a stubborn one.”Ryan chuckle, a low sound that rumbles in his chest. “It wouldn’t be too exciting if she weren’t a fighter, would it?”I chuckle along with him, appreciating the truth in his
His rejected mate 42. Pregnant?
Lily’s PovI can’t stop pacing. Back and forth, back and forth across the twins living room floor. My heart races, and I can’t shake this gnawing feeling in my gut. Ryan and Dylan are out there, facing who knows what kind of danger, and I’m stuck here, helpless.“Lily, please try to calm down,” Freya’s gentle voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. I glance over to where she’s sitting on the couch, little Alice fast asleep against her shoulder. “I can sense that they’re okay. Your abilities are probably just a bit off since you’ve only recently gotten them.”I want to believe her, I really do. But the fear is almost paralyzing, I mean my vision looked so real and it’s already been two days what’s taking them so long? Thalia should be using her teleportation go back and forth plus the dark witches were only of a hundred in number. “What if something’s gone wrong?” I whisper, more to myself than to Freya. “What if the dark witches—”“Have faith in your mates,” Freya cuts in, her ton
His rejected mate 43. No intimacy.
I settle back down on the exam table, looking between Ryan and Dylan with a mix of confusion and annoyance.“Okay, what exactly is going on here? What kind of mission were you two on that has you thinking I’m pregnant?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.Ryan and Dylan exchange a glance but ignore my question, their focus shifting to the doctor. Their dismissiveness stings, fueling my growing annoyance. I narrow my eyes at them.“I’m not doing any pregnancy test!” I declare, turning on my heel to leave. But I don’t make it far. In an instant, Dylan’s hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me back with a firm yet gentle tug. I gasp, spinning around to face them both, my frustration boiling over into something more.....naughty while in Dylan's arm.It was sad how I couldn't think clearly for a second in the arms of my mates.They guide me back to the chair, almost too gently, and I find myself sitting before them again. Their hands are folded, their expressions serious, as if they’re a
His rejected mate 44. A complete tease.
Night has fallen, and I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The nightdress I’ve chosen is skimpy—practically scandalous. The soft, silky fabric barely reaches mid-thigh, and the neckline plunges just enough to be provocative without being too obvious. A mischievous smile tugs at my lips as I run my hands over the material, smoothing it out.It’s definitely not the kind of outfit someone worried about abstinence would wear. But hey, I’m just getting ready for bed—nothing more, nothing less.The two men sat up in bed, seemingly preoccupied. Their eyes sparing me no glance. I slip into the bed with a deliberate slowness, the cool silk of my skimpy nightdress brushing against my skin. It clings in all the right places, barely covering anything. The plunging neckline and dangerously short hem are no accident. I settle between Ryan and Dylan, now feeling their intense gazes on me, pretending to be utterly oblivious.“Comfortable?” Alpha Dylan asks, his voice filled with
His rejected mate 45. Messed up.
Dylan pulls me closer, his fingers brushing over the curve of my hip. A soft gasp escapes me, but I stay silent, caught between them. They know exactly what they’re doing—teasing, making me crave more.His lips find my neck, leaving a trail of heat as Ryan’s hand slips between my thighs. My pulse quickens, and a shiver runs down my spine as their touches grow more insistent.“You’re so wet already,” Ryan mutters, his breath hot against my ear. “And we haven’t even started.”I can barely breathe as their hands work together, stripping me bare, leaving me exposed to their touch. The nightdress slips away, and the cool air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of their bodies pressing against mine. I can feel Dylan’s growing hardness behind me as Ryan’s fingers dip lower, sliding between my slick folds.Ryan’s hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes as he strokes his hardness against my wetness. “Open that pretty mouth, Lily.”I obey, parting my lips as he slides hi
His rejected mate 46. A glimpse at the future.
The waiting is excruciating. Jessica and I sit side by side in the clinic, both of us fidgeting nervously as we await our blood test results. When the nurse finally hands us our envelopes, I feel like I might throw up from the anticipation.Jessica opens hers first. I watch her face intently, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, a smile breaks across her face.“I’m clear,” she says, relief evident in her voice. “No toxins.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Oh, thank goodness,” I say, genuinely happy for her.Jessica and Morgan embrace, their joy evident. With trembling hands, I open my own envelope. My eyes scan the paper, searching for the results. And there it is – no toxins detected. A wave of relief washes over me so intensely that I feel lightheaded for a moment.“I’m clear too,” I announce, my voice barely above a whisper.Eager to share the good news with Ryan and Dylan, I get to my feet. But as I look around, I don’t see them in the clinic. Stepping out i
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His rejected mate 47. Happily, ever after.
Epilogue4 years later.......I woke up with a long, satisfying stretch, my muscles still languid from sleep. The sheets shifted beneath me, cooler than I expected. I blinked, reaching out, but the bed was empty—no sign of Ryan or Dylan. My lips tugged into a frown as I shifted under the covers, feeling the tender soreness between my thighs. The memory of our earlier intimacy washed over me, making me bite my lip as my face warmed with the thought.With a soft sigh, I pushed myself up looking at the wall clock. When I saw the time, my frown deepened. Seven at night? How had I slept this long? Where were they?I hurried to get dressed, still wondering where the twins were, when I stepped out of the room only to be immediately swept into Dylan’s arms. His lips claimed mine without warning, his kiss teasing and full of that familiar possessiveness. I barely had time to process before he pulled away, smirking down at me."How are you?" he asked."Good now that I'm able to locate at least
His rejected mate 46. A glimpse at the future.
The waiting is excruciating. Jessica and I sit side by side in the clinic, both of us fidgeting nervously as we await our blood test results. When the nurse finally hands us our envelopes, I feel like I might throw up from the anticipation.Jessica opens hers first. I watch her face intently, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, a smile breaks across her face.“I’m clear,” she says, relief evident in her voice. “No toxins.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Oh, thank goodness,” I say, genuinely happy for her.Jessica and Morgan embrace, their joy evident. With trembling hands, I open my own envelope. My eyes scan the paper, searching for the results. And there it is – no toxins detected. A wave of relief washes over me so intensely that I feel lightheaded for a moment.“I’m clear too,” I announce, my voice barely above a whisper.Eager to share the good news with Ryan and Dylan, I get to my feet. But as I look around, I don’t see them in the clinic. Stepping out i
His rejected mate 45. Messed up.
Dylan pulls me closer, his fingers brushing over the curve of my hip. A soft gasp escapes me, but I stay silent, caught between them. They know exactly what they’re doing—teasing, making me crave more.His lips find my neck, leaving a trail of heat as Ryan’s hand slips between my thighs. My pulse quickens, and a shiver runs down my spine as their touches grow more insistent.“You’re so wet already,” Ryan mutters, his breath hot against my ear. “And we haven’t even started.”I can barely breathe as their hands work together, stripping me bare, leaving me exposed to their touch. The nightdress slips away, and the cool air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of their bodies pressing against mine. I can feel Dylan’s growing hardness behind me as Ryan’s fingers dip lower, sliding between my slick folds.Ryan’s hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes as he strokes his hardness against my wetness. “Open that pretty mouth, Lily.”I obey, parting my lips as he slides hi
His rejected mate 44. A complete tease.
Night has fallen, and I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The nightdress I’ve chosen is skimpy—practically scandalous. The soft, silky fabric barely reaches mid-thigh, and the neckline plunges just enough to be provocative without being too obvious. A mischievous smile tugs at my lips as I run my hands over the material, smoothing it out.It’s definitely not the kind of outfit someone worried about abstinence would wear. But hey, I’m just getting ready for bed—nothing more, nothing less.The two men sat up in bed, seemingly preoccupied. Their eyes sparing me no glance. I slip into the bed with a deliberate slowness, the cool silk of my skimpy nightdress brushing against my skin. It clings in all the right places, barely covering anything. The plunging neckline and dangerously short hem are no accident. I settle between Ryan and Dylan, now feeling their intense gazes on me, pretending to be utterly oblivious.“Comfortable?” Alpha Dylan asks, his voice filled with
His rejected mate 43. No intimacy.
I settle back down on the exam table, looking between Ryan and Dylan with a mix of confusion and annoyance.“Okay, what exactly is going on here? What kind of mission were you two on that has you thinking I’m pregnant?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.Ryan and Dylan exchange a glance but ignore my question, their focus shifting to the doctor. Their dismissiveness stings, fueling my growing annoyance. I narrow my eyes at them.“I’m not doing any pregnancy test!” I declare, turning on my heel to leave. But I don’t make it far. In an instant, Dylan’s hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me back with a firm yet gentle tug. I gasp, spinning around to face them both, my frustration boiling over into something more.....naughty while in Dylan's arm.It was sad how I couldn't think clearly for a second in the arms of my mates.They guide me back to the chair, almost too gently, and I find myself sitting before them again. Their hands are folded, their expressions serious, as if they’re a
His rejected mate 42. Pregnant?
Lily’s PovI can’t stop pacing. Back and forth, back and forth across the twins living room floor. My heart races, and I can’t shake this gnawing feeling in my gut. Ryan and Dylan are out there, facing who knows what kind of danger, and I’m stuck here, helpless.“Lily, please try to calm down,” Freya’s gentle voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. I glance over to where she’s sitting on the couch, little Alice fast asleep against her shoulder. “I can sense that they’re okay. Your abilities are probably just a bit off since you’ve only recently gotten them.”I want to believe her, I really do. But the fear is almost paralyzing, I mean my vision looked so real and it’s already been two days what’s taking them so long? Thalia should be using her teleportation go back and forth plus the dark witches were only of a hundred in number. “What if something’s gone wrong?” I whisper, more to myself than to Freya. “What if the dark witches—”“Have faith in your mates,” Freya cuts in, her ton
His rejected mate 41. A curse.
Alpha Dylan's PovRyan comes to stand beside me, his expression calm but with that unmistakable glint in his eyes. I catch his gaze, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. “So,” I ask, unable to resist the jab, “did you manage to put Lily to sleep?”Ryan just smirks back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and satisfaction. “What do you think?” he replies, his tone dripping with confidence as he begins to walk off.I can’t help but chuckle, falling in step beside him. It was obvious we both knew exactly how to calm her down. It was only a pity that I wasn't able to be there to assist.“She may not be too happy when she wakes up, though,” Ryan adds, his voice more serious now, though still with that lingering edge of amusement.“Of course not,” I reply, shaking my head with a slight smile. “She’s a stubborn one.”Ryan chuckle, a low sound that rumbles in his chest. “It wouldn’t be too exciting if she weren’t a fighter, would it?”I chuckle along with him, appreciating the truth in his
His rejected mate 40. A death wish.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and flips me onto all fours, his hands firm yet gentle as he positions me on my knees. I barely have time to process what’s happening before he’s thrusting into me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he takes me again, deeper and harder than before.The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets as he drives into me with relentless force. The sensation is almost too much, the intense pleasure mingling with the soreness of being taken so thoroughly.“Ryan,” I moan, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Oh, God… yes, please… don’t stop!”He doesn’t. Ryan’s pace is punishing, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I can feel the tension building again, the pressure coiling tight in my stomach as he takes me over and over, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.“Fuck, Lily,” he growls, slapping my ass. “No one apart from my brother and me will ever have you like this
His rejected mate 39. Please me.
We make our way inside Ryan's lavish home passing the young maid who glares at me in my mate's arms making me smirk at her jealousy which was now obvious.Once we were in his room Alpha Ryan’s grip tightens as he tosses me onto the bed, the force of his possessive nature sending a thrill down my spine. My breath hitches as I land on the soft sheets, heart pounding wildly in my chest. Before I can fully process the moment, Ryan is already on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, making me feel utterly claimed.I realized they seemed to love throwing me onto the bed.His eyes are dark, swirling with a mix of desire and something more primal—something that sends a shiver through my entire being. Ryan’s hand cups my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’re ours, Lily,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “And you don’t ever pull a stunt like that again.”The memory of stripping off my clothes in public flashes in my mind, I bite my lips in a teasing manner watching as his
