All Chapters of Rejecting Fate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Emmy POV I feel the soft, satin bedding wrapped around me. I pull the blankets tighter around me and nuzzle into the pillow, taking a deep inhale. I continue taking deep breaths, waiting for the mouth-watering aroma of coffee, sugar, and chocolate. Tiramisu, my favorite. I take another deep breath, hoping this will be the one that fills my nose with that perfect scent. Instead, all I can smell is pepper, lemon, and charred wood. It’s not a terrible smell, but it’s not what I want. I squeeze my eyes shut, searching for his perfect scent. As I pull the pillow closer to my body, it rubs against my cheek and neck, and a sharp pain radiates down my neck, to my chest. I suck in a deep breath and clutch my neck. “Vincenzo!” I scream for him as I start to remember everything that happened. “No, no, no. Please…” Tears trickle down my face as I sit up and look to the ceiling, pleading with the Moon Goddess to forgive me and take away the pain in my chest. “Aw, come on now, m

Bram POV I am truly beginning to love the way Emerald looks when she is scared. I can almost taste the fear, which adds to the sweetness of her tantalizing scent of oranges and cream. I see her fear intensify as the click of the lock registers in her ears. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I spin us around, pinning her against the door. She brings her arms between us, trying to create space. I grab both her wrists in one hand and bring them up over her head as I twist my other hand into her long, wavy hair. I let the silence continue as the room fills with the sounds of her ragged breaths and whimpers. I feel my lower region roar to life. “Are you ready to listen, my dear? I feel I’ve been extremely patient with you this week. You’ve been allowed to spend each day in that room, away from me. I have let you sleep in peace. All I have asked is for your respect. Am I asking for too much?” I say calmly. “You’re implying that you’re wort

Emmy POV Sympathy for the devil. I know what his game is. I know Bram is a master at manipulation and I refuse to fall victim to his mind games. The only problem is, I am falling. I feel my grip on reality slowly slipping; I need to get out of here. Each passing day, I feel a pull to him becoming stronger and it’s taking all my energy to fight it. Bram is the true embodiment of a predator. He identifies his target, his prey, and he stalks it for hours, days, and weeks, until the animal surrenders itself to him, begging to be put out of its misery. Bram makes them believe that he is the answer to their salvation. I now understand how he has acquired a secret army of wolves over the years. None of them had a choice. None of us do. He will always find a way to wear you down. He found my weakness- my love and respect for my father- and he tried to take it away. How could my father do that? How could he and my mother promise to reject their fated mates, only t

Vincenzo POV ‘This is the strangest Alpha I’ve ever met,’ Renz mindlinks me as we make our way into, what I assume, is Alpha Asher’s packhouse. ‘Aside from myself and Alpha Darius, how many Alphas have you truly met?’ I shoot back at him. I don’t disagree with his initial judgments though. Alpha Asher is not traditional. If he lives out in this area, he has to have information on The Underground. ‘Well, there was Alpha Matteo, before you took over. But I guess you’re right. I just wouldn’t picture someone that looks like him being an Alpha,’ Renz shrugs as we make our way into a private meeting room. From a design perspective, his packhouse is unique. Seeing how his territory is up against a mountain, they have incorporated a lot of natural stonework into the building. The floors are all black, polished stone, and the walls are dark gray. My personal aesthetics are more minimalistic, modern, and bright. This guy likes dark and industrial designs. I don’

Viviana POV “Hurry, Daphne! We have to undo these locks before those stronzos come back down.” I shake Daphne, trying to get her to focus. We both plop onto the floor and start messing with the locks on the silver chains. Touching the locks and chains burns our hands, making it harder for us to work quickly. “I can’t do this, Viv. It’s not working. My hands feel like they’re going to melt,” she says in between sobs. “Hey! We need to keep it together for a little bit longer. We are getting out of here tonight, and I am going to beat the shit out of those pathetic excuses for men. Now focus. Here, try this,” I tear the bottom half of the t-shirt they’ve had me wearing. I wrap it around my hands, and it alleviates the burning from the silver chains. Daphne follows my lead and rips her own shirt apart wrapping it around her hands as we return our focus to the locks. “I think I feel it clicking!” Daphne exclaims. I stop working on my lock to watc