All Chapters of Prince Alpha's Rejected Maid: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Ian. You spend time playing with him, you forgot my laundry three days ago. Mrs.Kemp had to bring it in." His wolf liked it. The way her body settled into his. The man only wanted to run his hands anywhere he could find unclothed skin. "Shit. Sorry." She actually winced. "Stop biting your lip. I want to devour you right this second." His hands had found the indentations on the small of her back, right above her tailbone. He had seen them when she was arching her hips in the kitchen. He wanted to lick them. See if his thumbs dug right into it when he took…. No. He breathed through his nose. Once. Twice. "Noah. What were you just thinking?"Her chin to his chest, he couldn't miss the tease in her question. If she was playing dirty, so can he. No longer caring if it made her uncomfortable, he uncouth his thoughts. "Okay. Shhhh. Stop. I get it. Me on hands and knees and. Stop talking." She was pressing her palm to his mouth but he licked it to keep them away. In disturbing pauses, she

“She had run away. Or was taken, I don’t remember. There was a horrible rumor she had become a rogue but I didn’t believe it. No kid that small deflects on its own. She loved us. She loved me. Even as a kid, her love was palpable. Then one day, she told me her father had hurt someone. Another wolf, by mistake. And he was going to stay away for quite some time. The Alpha had ordered so. We were playing near the ice caves for a long time that day. We didn’t want to come home.” She took a pause, to disinfect the old festering wound. They had played until the nightfall, until Silas himself had come looking for them.Now, years later, lot of things didn’t add up. There were holes the size of trapdoors. It was too late to stop her version of truth from coming out.“I know you told me she is missing. Missing still. But I know she is dead. Nobody, no wolf is gone that long for sixteen years. My brain gets foggy if I try to remember how it all went down. You have told me she was trapped under

The knowlege confounded her as she returned home. When had Vanessa began to call The Villaher her home? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.Silas had told her so many things but her sub-concious couldn’t explain away the night terrors or that she could be recipient of rogue connections, like with Ian. She had missed him a lot too, hearing his voice over the phone wasn’t enough. She slid her notepad in the front pocket of her jeans. Her jumbled handwriting informed her Ancient blood skipped two generations and in her case, it was absent for centuries. No one, on her maternal or paternal side had been lucky enough.Luck, was a knock out excuse made to feel helpless people powerful, because what she felt was not lucky. If she were in her former pack, she’d be taking over her father’s responsibility and battling sexism every step of the way. It was further from dream come true but it wouldn’t be like this at least. A fearsome monstrosity in her womb that disparaged, like some vestigial org

There was only grass rustling and Ian tugging her hand, everything else shut out. She felt submerged, like water was covering all her senses, the layer to connect with the outer world felt thick, impenetrable. Noah had a gorgeous brunette, with wide soulful eyes, and tall elegant limbs covered in copper skin, which suited her dress the best. Emerald-colored cocktail wear flatters her curves and smooth gait. What felt like the first membrane under her skin, was touted under the blade of the sharp scalpel. She wasn’t prone to jealousy, never had been. It could be considered a healthy emotion if addressed with maturity. But this, this hurt. Her jealousy wasn’t with how she looked proud and oddly at comfort in his arms. It was with how Noah looked at her. This would be the old Noah, the Noah she was warned about time and again by Evan. The one that carried out his wicked intentions with exacting fervour, to the point where his victims felt like the center of his universe. She could atte

Noah was rethinking the whole evening. It played like a scene, one after another, when his wolf couldn't catch a break. Rudiger was against Desmond, and if he saw the evening to an end, in some ways Desmond's daughter will be too. He sifted through the papers, looking for everyday things- a pen, or a pencil, was a task in itself. Because Vanessa set them up however she wanted. And for the life of him, he couldn't tell her otherwise. He spent a whole evening with a beautiful woman, one he would've done everything in his power to take her to his bed. Why could he only think about the one he was soon going to get rid of? Vanessa knew he'd be in his cave. Hidden away after the party. That was his way of ending the day with order intact. She saw him leaning over the table and wanted to replace whatever held his attention. Noah, from a distance, looked more pious. And whatever they had was worth consideration, effort and seeing beyond one's pain. It was no help that casual Noah was stam