All Chapters of Rejecting The Mating Bond: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Flora’s P.O.V“Come over at my place for lunch. Tomorrow @ noon.”I had received the text as soon as I had returned home last night and I still couldn’t believe my eyes.I don’t know if it was the surge of jealousy I had felt when I had seen him ogled by hundreds of hungry female eyes or because I could no longer deny the physical attraction between us, but I think I was going to do it.I was ready to sleep with Clay.Even thinking about it made my cheeks flare up, but was there really a point in waiting any longer? It felt like I was stringing him along otherwise. Yes, I couldn’t help but think about all the negative things that could come out of this union and yes, I was hella nervous about disappointing everyone, but…Clay wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.So why not give it a try?I had been awake since five in the morning and I‘ve had a very restless

Clay’s P.O.VDelicate. That was the only word that I could conjure up as I looked down at Flora on my bed. Her long red hair was sprawled across the cream white sheets like ripples of liquid silk. Her skin looked pale in the moonlight, but as I traced my fingers up her sides, I was struck anew with just how soft her skin was. Had I ever touched a skin quite as soft, as delicate as hers? I couldn’t remember and I realized with a start that I didn’t want to. The moonlight streamed in through the open windows and touched her skin, making it glow. It was like even the moon was her lover tonight.I wanted to laugh at myself. Since when had I been a poet? Never. And yet, as I continued to take my fill of Flora, continued to touch, to taste her delicate skin, I found out that I didn’t mind a little touch of poetry in my life.I traced my lips down the slender column of her neck, taking in the earthiness of her scent. If she was

Flora’s P.O.VClay had left marks.I turned my back to the mirror, twisting my neck as much as I could so I could see the bruises, but I gave up after some time when my neck began to hurt.They weren’t so much as bruises as love bites and they were all over my body. Light red dots where he had sucked at my skin, making me feel things I had never thought possible. Thankfully, I was a wolf with faster healing than any normal human and if my guess was right, I would be fine and love-bite free by tonight.There were however, a couple bluish bruises on my back in the shape of fingerprints, where he had clutched onto me when we were both in the throes of passion. Those bruises might take a few more hours to disappear. But somehow, I didn’t mind them. These marks were proof that we had been together in a way only lovers could be.Looking at the woman in the mirror, I felt like I couldn’t even recognize mys

Flora’s P.O.VEarly next morning, I got a surprise visit from my brother before I could head off to school.“Hey, do you have a minute?” Riley asked as he knocked on my door, his mop of dirty blonde hair sticking to his forehead as perspiration beaded his forehead. Looks like he had been out on patrol duty.“Riles? Why are you even asking that? Come on in.” I called out as I placed the book I’ve been reading on the nightstand and scooted back against the headboard to make space for him to sit.“How are you doing, chubby?” Riley smiled as he pinched my cheek before taking a seat at the foot of my bed. “Why don’t you come visit me in the pack house with mom and dad?”“Because it’s the pack house!” I told him as I rubbed my cheeks with a frown on my face. When was he going to get rid of his stupid nickname? I did not have chubby cheeks anymore. “

Flora’s P.O.V“Clay?”I looked around surprised at the empty classroom and then back towards the entrance to find Clay just standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets like he had no care in the world.Seeing him again felt surreal. I knew I would run into him sooner or later and I might as well have to be alone with him, but I hadn’t thought it would be this soon. The impact of him just standing there felt like a punch to the gut. He was just as handsome...just as beautiful. And my whole body ached for him.  I wanted nothing more than to run to his embrace and hold him to me forever.And that’s why I had decided to stay away…He wore a teal coloured shirt with black dress pants and a black tie. His hair was combed back with a few stray strands falling onto his forehead. From this far, I couldn’t read his expression; his face was cold, impassive. But when I looked into his e