All Chapters of Rejecting Fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vincenzo POV I can’t stop looking at her. Emerald has me completely captivated. She has been an expert at avoiding me since the other day. I won’t lie, I’ve been keeping my distance as well. We didn’t even have sex and I can’t seem to get her off my mind. That hasn’t happened to me. I’ve been able to have one night with a woman and walk away and not have my mind…and body, wanting more of her. Emerald is different. And because she is different, I can’t allow her to get close to me. I won’t risk her getting hurt, or worse…losing her completely. She doesn’t know about my curse. Knowing her, she would want to help me. Actually, no she wouldn’t. She’s too logical for that. She would laugh at me and tell me that curses and superstitions are silly. I know they are. But a part of me still believes that if I operate the way I have been, nobody will get hurt. I am glad Viviana and Daphne have asked Emerald to stay for dinner. She is so cute today. Her wavy hai

Emmy POV (Flashback to three nights ago) “Emerald, we finally meet…” I haven’t heard his voice in twelve years, but it sounds the same. I stand up, startled out of my thoughts about Vincenzo. Leaves rustle, and twigs snap. Where is he? “Follow my voice, Emerald…” I don’t want to move. I should run in the opposite direction. I should mindlink Lucas. We can catch him right now! “Don’t get any ideas about calling anyone. Someone will get hurt, and it won’t be me, Emerald.” I swallow down the lump in my throat and walk into the dense forest, beyond the pack border. “If you’re so brave, why not show yourself, Bram?!” I shout, trying to muster as much bravery as I can. I’m shaking like a leaf blowing in the wind. “Patience…Isn’t that your middle name, Emerald?” I hate how he keeps saying my name. A creepy chill runs up my spine. Vincenzo. I wish he were here right now. I continue walking, feeling the moist

Emmy POV I don’t know what has come over me. All logic has gone out the window. All I can think about is Vincenzo and this ache between my legs that only his cock can soothe. As I kneel on the bed, my hair falls over my breasts, my entire body is exposed to him and I can see in his eyes that he wants me. I have never seen a man look at me this way. His eyes flick between crystal blue and silver; the beast within him fighting to be set free. His long hair is messy and covers half of his face. “I want all of you, Vincenzo.” No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just being in the moment and finally giving in to my urges, consequences be damned. A deep growl leaves his lips as he lunges for me, causing me to fall backwards, landing flat against the bed, cushioned by the soft, black comforter. Before I can catch my breath, I’m flipped over onto my stomach, my skirt ripped from my body, leaving me in just my red heels. He pulls my hips into the air and a sharp st

Vincenzo POV The sounds of crickets and other nocturnal creatures become louder. Is it nighttime? I try to move my arm but my entire body is weighted down. I almost panic, until I run my hands over the object, or should I say person, laying on top of me. Emerald. I wrap my arms around her soft body, feeling her ample breasts pressed against my chest. I run my hand over her ass. The sides of her ass are still slightly raised from the hard spanks I delivered earlier. My cock comes to life as I relive the mind-blowing sex we had. It truly was the best sex of my life. I have never felt so connected, so in sync, with another person. Her body responded to mine so naturally. With other women, my wolf rarely cared to come forward and be involved. With Emerald, my wolf was fighting me for a front-row seat. I never struggled for control against my wolf like that- even with Carolina, Maggie, or Amaya. I begin to wonder if Emerald could be more. Could she be… “Mm

Emmy POV “Would you all believe me if I told you I’ve had really bad cramps all week?” None of my sisters look amused, not even Amy. Great. They all roll their eyes and stay silent, waiting for me to tell them what actually happened. I walk to my dresser and grab an oversized t-shirt, a pair of leggings, and wool socks. I get dressed, then plop down on the bed. Saph takes a seat behind me and gently runs her fingers through my wet hair. “Just talk to us, Emmy. Daphne called Pearl and said nobody has been able to see you or speak with you. Lucas told Daya that he has tried checking in on you and you simply turned him away,” Saph explains as she begins braiding my hair. She learned this trick from our mother. She would comb and braid our hair whenever we were upset. It would always relax us and make it easier for us to tell her what was bothering us. It worked every time. “You don’t look like you’ve eaten or even slept. Please talk to