All Chapters of Rejected Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jules woke up and stretched sleepily, smiling. He felt wonderfully well rested—Because he was.Jules blinked his eyes open and evaluated his state. He did feel wonderful. Like he’d actually managed a full night’s sleep—and that hadn’t happened since...The bond.Jules carefully poked at the raw, achy thing he’d come to associate with the bond. It felt… better this morning? Not as painful as usual.Jules mulled it over, not sure what to think. He’d half-convinced himself that what happened in the zoo yesterday had been a fluke: sure, he had felt… good when Westcliff had pushed him against his scent gland and told him to breathe, but the effect had disappeared when they returned home. So he had done his best to forget about the whole thing—it had been too unsettling—and had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow. He hadn’t expected to actually sleep through the n

Devlin followed the Blakes’ butler into the drawing room, already feeling the tension in his temples ease in anticipation.Truth be told, he hadn’t expected to enjoy courting an omega for PR reasons, but it had turned out to be surprisingly pleasant instead of irritating. His visits to the Blakes had been the highlight of his days lately—they were certainly better than all the careful political maneuvering he had to do the rest of the time. Not that marrying Liam Blake wouldn’t be a political decision—of course it would be—but at least he found the omega perfectly agreeable both in looks and demeanor. Liam was nowhere near as arrogant and vain as one might have expected from an omega of such exquisite beauty.Besides, he liked Liam’s family.The memory of Julian wrapped up in his jacket flashed to the forefront of his mind, making his fingers tingle, his claws itching to pop out.Devlin glanced down at his hands w

Jules barely slept that night.He was too warm, his skin too sensitive, his cock achingly hard, despite the suppressants. He dreaded imagining what his heat would be like without them. He’d had to jerk off four times so far, but it didn’t slake the hunger under his skin. He ached. He burned.Putting it plainly, he wanted a cock in him. He wanted a knot, thick and hard. It was scary how much he wanted it, how much his thoughts kept fixating on it, imagining an erect alpha cock in lurid detail.Hating himself a little, Jules turned onto his stomach and tried to fall asleep, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, rutting his stiff cock against the mattress, his hole clenching around the dildo in him. He sighed in defeat and pressed a button on the remote. The dildo started thrusting, in and out, with slick, obscene sounds. Fuck.Jules turned up the speed, but somehow it still wasn’t enough. Part of him knew it was a fake cock. It wa

“Did you really break up with Liam?” Jules said the moment De—Westcliff entered the drawing room.Westcliff paused before closing the door.And then they were alone.Jules swallowed. He sternly told his heart to stop being stupid. This was his brother’s future mate. His brother’s. Not his. Never his.But fuck, Westcliff looked unfairly handsome in that dark suit and pale-blue shirt—it made his tanned jawline and neck look mouthwateringly good.Jules dragged his eyes away.“Liam is out,” he said when the silence stretched. “If you wanted to apologize to him, that is. He’s out on a walk with another suitor.” Liam had been confident that it would make Westcliff jealous and contrite and he would soon “come crawling back” to him, begging his forgiveness.Except Westcliff didn’t look particularly contrite. His expression was very strange, actually. He was lo

 Devlin had a busy day. He spent most of it working with the public relations team on his inauguration speech—because apparently he couldn’t just wing it. Every word had to be perfect and reach the right audience. These days, monarchies were an unpopular form of government, and to remain supported by their people, they had to work for it twice as hard as the republics did. Devlin understood that it was necessary, but all of the public relations work was very exhausting and frustrating, and by the end of the day, he felt like letting his claws out and growling, just to finally shut Cormack up.It certainly didn’t help that he had been incredibly distracted all day long.Sighing, Devlin leaned back in his chair and stared at the computer in front of him without seeing anything. In the background, Cormack was droning on about his approval ratings, as if Devlin couldn’t read the data in front of him.He could read it—but he