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59. Child Support
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I Reject You, Mate 60. May
GinMy thoughts weigh heavily on me as I watch the city skyline recede. I have not breathed a word of what I found, and I'm not quite sure how to broach the subject.It was way before we met, I suppose, if his children are all grown up now. His children...Goddess. My stomach plummets to the floor again and my throat tightens. The ring on my finger feels like a weight, and I feel sick to my stomach.Why did he keep this hidden? We're getting married. How could he not tell me something as important as this? We haven't spoken or made plans around it yet, the marriage--my fault, since everytime he brought it up, I changed the topic.It wasn't long before he gleaned why. Am I pushing too hard, Ginevra? If you're not ready, we can wait till you are, he said to me one night, when I was sprawled across his chest, my fingers playing around in his hair. No, I just..., I began, hesitating. I have cold feet is all. And it feels like I'm rushing head first into something blindly.
I Reject You, Mate 61. The Tie
GinMay. I feel so embarrassed, I'd enter the ground if it opens up for me. May was Sinclair's nanny when he was little; and she was the first one to discover what he was.Jimmy and Emily are one of the many children in the orphanage owned by Sinclair, and I feel like shit when the woman puts me on a video call and calls them over to talk to me. And Sinclair.They call him Father only out of respect, and not because the scores of heads that I see on the screen, waving at the camera, are all the children he's had with all his lovers.Fuck, I feel so stupid.May tells me she wishes to meet me in person before she bids us goodbye. Sinclair puts his phone in his pocket and stands, dusting off popcorn from his jacket. "Let's go home.""The movie--""I have no interest in it. Never did," he exhales, walking past me. "I wanted to do this with you, and since you have no interest in it either, there's no use wasting our time here." I follow him up the aisle. "Why are you mad? Admitted
I Reject You, Mate 62. The Tie II
"I can't hear you," he murmurs, feeling my body all the way to my shoulder and something sharp stings my skin and he cuts the tiny strap of my dress and begins yanking it down."Sinclair," I try again as he strips down my dress, leaving only my bra, panties and heels on. My eyes dart up in search of CCTV cameras. Funnily enough, there are none. Shouldn't places like this have one? Or are they hidden? Is someone watching us now? “There are cameras, but they’ve been disabled per my instructions,” Sinclair says as he pulls my panties like a string and I gasp when it smacks back against my clit. Sometimes, I forget that the man can hear my thoughts.I want to ask how he can be so sure, but he yanks down my thong and suddenly slides two fingers into me with taunting slowness. “Sometimes, I wonder if you vex me on purpose, just so I can punish you like this,” he whispers, curling his fingers inside me and he pulls them toward him.Sweat breaks on my forehead and I bite down hard on the han
I Reject You, Mate 63. Burning Pie
Ray laughs at me the entire ride home. The jerk took my purse with him as well, with my phone, so I wouldn’t be able to call anyone to come get me. And he’d tied my hands so tightly, it had taken Mr. Dante cutting the tie with a knife to get my hand loose.Walking to the counter in my underwear and heels, hands tied behind my back and the smell of my own cum covering me has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me, and this punishment from Sinclair is just downright mean.I’ll get back at him. I swear to the Goddess. Thankfully, Ray had me memorize her number when I first arrived at New York, just so I could reach her if I ever got lost. She came with clothes and her annoying-as-hell laughter. Best not to even mention the gag.Ray snorts, swerving to the lane that leads to the highway. “Damn, girl, you looked the fool. I’d be practicing how to dice his dick like sausages and feed it back to him if I were you.”I ignore her, because I’m too mad to respond. When sh
I Reject You, Mate 64. Burning Pie II
In a split second, he strikes, grabbing my wrist, and his gaze locks onto mine as he twists it, disarming me. The knife clatters to the floor and in that moment, I realize I’ve only managed to excite him. How can I get to him in the same way that he did me? How can I hurt him too and make him feel as helpless as I did in those moments where I’d walked through the hallway with people staring at me and hiding their laughter?Anger builds and I aim a kick for his side. He lets go of my hand and sidesteps like I’m a stupid child throwing a tantrum. “You’re a bloody psycho for doing that to me.”His smile turns ominous, a dangerous fire lighting up his gaze. “I see, you learned nothing from that.”Goddess, I want nothing more than to snatch that grin off his face. I lunge for him with my fist and he ducks effortlessly. Another has my fist ramming into the high cupboard and the wood splinters. I pull back and try again, and every time he ducks, I break something in the kitchen.Stupid, enti
I Reject You, Mate 65. Naomi's Pov I
NaomiEight guards. Four outside her door, four below her window. None, of course, in the room with her. They were frightened and she could smell it. Upon arriving, she'd killed six of them. One wrong move had them successfully knocking her out and locking her up in a room.The delusion of it.She could leave if she wanted to, but she laid in bed, unmoving, because leaving would mean returning to Dane's Club, and she could use a day's break. Or two.And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever.She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here.Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious.Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the
I Reject You, Mate 66. Naomi's Pov II
"I want to take a swim," Naomi said again when they came to the pool. "You can watch, but I like to swim naked."Owen reddened and turned around. "I'll... wait by hall--""You can join me. You know you want to," Naomi purred, pulling of the jacket and handing it to him.He took it without turning around, and Naomi pushed down the straps of her chemise, letting it fall to the ground and pool around her feet. She stepped out and cocked her head at Owen whose fists clenched and unclenched. "I'm on duty--"She smiled. "No one will notice you're gone. The other three, they left a while ago to the gardens. No one's going to query you for indulging your desires." The young ones and their resistance were always so much fun.For a moment, he hesitated, but his muscles tensed and he shook his head. "I'll be back to fetch you in an hour.""What if I run? You're not scared I'll escape?" Naomi asked, toeing the water. It was cold. So cold, she shivered. She liked her water extreme. Freezing cold,
I Reject You, Mate 67. Alaric
Alaric The sound of a bowstring disturbed the silence and Alaric frowned as he watched the arrow hit the mark. Off. He was off by a few inches. He walked back to his supplies and took another arrow, nocking it. His hands were bloodied. He’d been at it for hours. There was no better way to get rid of his anger than imagining his enemies head as the mark. Alaric didn’t think he was mad, but then, most psychos didn’t think they were psychos. Marrying within the family wasn’t new in Lycanthia. The oldest families of royals didn’t believe in tainting the bloodline, and Alaric shared in the sentiment. He could never get around to settling down or choosing himself a bride. Not when his beautiful niece had been born. He’d gazed upon her as a child and known immediately. He’d tried imprinting on her severally, but the connection never snapped into place. It didn’t matter much. He’d already claimed her to be his from the moment he set eyes on her. The soft cru
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I Reject You, Mate 79. Epilogue
NAOMIIt is indeed amusing, more so than I thought it would be.Dane would laugh his head off if he saw me right now, carrying a backpack, strutting down a hallway filled with women who stare at me with wide eyes and men who whistle unabashedly. I know, I look good in leather.I halt by a huge door, peering up at a sentinel who has the sternest stare. “Hello, love. Would you mind opening up for me? I have an appointment with your…principal?”His gaze rakes me from head to toe and rises back again. “Chancellor Vesper,” he mouths slowly, like he’s talking to a kid, and I can’t help the faint smile that blooms across my lips at the notion. The male turns around, and I whistle at how nice his ass looks in uniform. Stepping foot into this land has brought me across the finest specimens I’ve ever seen. There is no end to them. None at all. I step out of my allotted room in castle—hot guards. I walk the streets of Lycanthia—extremely hot villagers. I walk into school—stunning, beautiful and
I Reject You, Mate 78. It's Not Mine, I Swear
It’s not mine, I swear.“I’m sorry,” my husband apologizes for the umpteenth time, dropping a kiss to the curve of my mouth. It’d almost been a mishap. Almost. Had Ethan not swooped in with rings that I’m pretty sure were new; rings I didn’t choose. As if he somehow knew Sinclair was going to lose them, like he did during his wedding with Eliana. I currently have a fucking plan B on my ring finger and the more I look at the more I want to smack him.I purse my lips, refusing to speak to him. I’m not particularly mad, but how does a man forget his own damned wedding rings? Okay, maybe I’m a little irked, and plenty disappointed.Grasping his cool hands tightly, I let him spin me across the floors in an elaborate sweep than earns cheers and I blush, smiling at a clapping Ray. “I’ll murder you later,” I tell Sinclair and Dane chokes on his wine somewhere in the gathering.“I look forward to what method you’ll chose. Your hands are much too small to strangle me. You love me too much to p
I Reject You, Mate 77. Wedding
Three Months Later…GinevraMy fingers are sweaty around Rune’s arm, and my steps are slow, a complete contrast to my racing heartbeat. I cannot, for the life of me, contain my excitement and anxiety. My breaths are shallow, and I can’t get enough air in my lungs.Rune’s larger hand lands on mine, and I glance up, looking through the veil. His green eyes smile as he pats down gently. “Think of tonight. It’ll help.”Tonight. Butterflies scatter in my stomach. It’s not like it’s going to be my first night with Sinclair, but it is my wedding night after all. The first night I’ll spend as Mrs. Winchester. My toes curl in my heels at the thought of it, and maybe, just maybe I start walking a little faster to get it over with.I grin widely as Ethan, dressed in a black tuxedo, gives the huge door a large push and it parts wide enough to reveal the floral petal pathway. Rune takes the first step up, and I follow, blowing a playful kiss at Ethan, whose lips tilt up into a small smile.As I st
I Reject You, Mate 76. Forty Human Years
Fenrir Leaning against the wall, he overlooked the gardens where his mate knelt, tending to the flowers with her bare hands. Her light hair brushed over her cheek and she pushed it back, smearing mud on her porcelain skin. Her eyes were the brightest he’d seen them in days, and he wished he could take her with him.It was for her, after all, that he was doing this for. He would right the only wrong he had done in his life. He would return to the past, and ensure he never even met with the boy’s mother.But Fenrir knew there were consequences and sacrifices to be made if he was going to toy with time. Nothing as drastic as losing his life, but he truly did wonder if the world might have been a better place without him. An awful thought. If he didn’t exist, Hekate wouldn’t have been reborn into Rune’s body and the problem with the Void would never have been resolved. Zephyr would have been mated to some lord who didn’t understand her meek, yet wild nature and desires. The world was
I Reject You, Mate 75. Ginevra
GinevraSinclair bounces the Viper into the driveway later in the afternoon. He kills the engine and I wipe a stray tear from my cheek before he can notice.I reach for the doorknob, but he’s already walking around the car to get it for me. I try to get out on my own, but my feet won’t hold me up. I’m exhausted. Recovering, but still very tired. The physician said the poison was completely gone and a few days of rest would be enough to get me back on my feet. He had insisted that I still stay, but I couldn’t stand being at the castle anymore.“Let me,” Sinclair says softly, hands sliding under my knees as he lifts me up. His face has a nasty grimace when he glances up. “I’m afraid we have guests.”I follow his gaze to the familiar cars parked around the yard and I smile a little. “They must’ve missed you.”“We very well know they’re just busybodies,” he mutters, carrying me inside. “I’ll get the urn when—”“Leave it there,” I whisper, closing my eyes to push another onslaught of tears
I Reject You, Mate 74. Son To Father
SinclairHe walks around his desk, red robe flowing behind him, and he walks past without looking at me. At the last second, he says, "Walk with me, Norman."Norman. The impulse to rip his skin off his bones pounds through me, but I know it'll get me nowhere. I push off the door, trailing behind him slowly as he walks, hand folded behind his back.The silence stretches on for some time before he stops before a huge black door, pressing his palm against it. The door shudders and slides open, revealing a vast orchard. I hesitate at the threshold, but the king continues on, robe dragging across the grass. "If I planned on killing you, you'd be dead already, boy.""You call me boy one more time, I'll kill you," I promise, following behind him.The door shuts with a loud boom and he turns to me. "Give it a try. You know you want to."His eyes taunt me. Try, if you dare, they seem to say. I don't do well with threats or challenges. I lunge for him, my fist connecting with his jaw. The secon
I Reject You, Mate 73. Father To Son
Sinclair“I’ve gotten most of it out, but I’d need to administer the antidote over the next few days. I’d advise you remained at the castle for the time being, lest her condition deteriorates.”“You’re welcome to stay,” the man who I will not call my half-brother says behind me softly, and I ignore him, watching Gin shiver and sob in her sleep. I had barely stepped out of the hall when her body began to spasm in my hands.A quick inspection, and the wound from the arrow stabbed into her shoulder had turned black. Poison. It’d explain why her father died so quickly. An arrow I assume was meant for me.Naomi fidgets by the door, rattling off something to Astrid, even as her gaze keeps darting back to Ginevra. She feels guilty, and that’s a first for Naomi who doesn’t give two fucks about anything or any one else. She talks a lot when she’s nervous, and scared, and right now, even I am frightened. For Gin. She’ll recover from the poison, but I’d never seen her so…lost.A guard suddenly a
I Reject You, Mate 72. Her Kill
The seconds blend together and I’m there, beside my father, unable to breathe, to think a way out—Father’s form begins to morph, crumple, as he shifts. I look up, and the physician is a few feet away, but even I know an arrow in the throat is as fatal as a severed head. Still, I wail and plead. Anything to get it out, anything to get the wound to heal—because it’s not. It’s turning black instead, and it’s spreading so fast, I’m scared to blink, or I’ll lose time again.Father’s eyes, now back to being blue, shift to mine, and for the first time in so many years, I see clarity in them. He starts to talk but blood sputters from his lips, and I place my hands on either of his cheeks. “No, don’t…don’t try to speak.”I feel wet, warm hands on mine, and I look down to see him grasping my fingers tightly. It is odd. It’s been so long, I no longer know what his warm touch feels like, and though it is foreign, I tighten my fingers around his hand, unwilling to let go.In the moments when some
I Reject You, Mate 71. Hell
The air lightens, for everyone else but me. I am bound by his order, and I watch in horror as Sinclair, free once again, tries to grab me. But I suddenly feel invisible fingers around my neck, choking me. I grab my neck, gasping for breath, and Sinclair halts, snarling at King Fenrir. "Let her go!"King Fenrir leans back in his chair, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Get in the ring then." He looks back at Astrid and Naomi. "Try anything funny, and I'll snap her neck." He snaps his fingers and my head starts to move in the wrong direction. "It's really that easy."Growling, turns in the opposite direction and pulls a sword out of a guard's hostler and he's in the ring before my neck can actually snap.The king's hold on me lessens enough to turn my head forward and watch them and I exhale deeply, breathing hard and sobbing.An elder I recognize--I'm too shaken up to remember what the fuck his name is--starts rambling off the rules that no one ever adheres to. I try reaching Sinclai
