All Chapters of Howl of the rejected : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zyra's POVI stood there in disbelief at my own actions, staring blankly at the man before me. I had just punched Cade, my ex-mate, straight in the face. Instead of quickly fleeing the scene, I found myself frozen in place. This was Cade, after all.He wiped his lips and slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a seething glare. I blinked rapidly, feeling a mix of fear and defiance. "You hit me?" he sneered, his voice filled with incredulity as he rose from the bed and began to approach me. "And I will hit you again if you dare take one step closer," I warned, my voice firm, though my heart raced with uncertainty.But he simply laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room. "I know you, Zyra," he taunted. "You're a poor thing. Weak. Powerless."I couldn't let him finish his statement. Without hesitation, I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at his head, its impact sending him crashing to the ground. "Say that again," I seethed, my anger boiling over, "and I'll make

Zyra POV I found myself captivated by Marcus's presence as we sat at the dining table. He pulled out a chair for me, displaying his chivalry, which made me smile gratefully before I took my seat. Marcus chuckled playfully, acknowledging that I could have done it myself. "You are with me; you deserve to be treated well," he explained with a casual shrug. As he glanced down at his plate and then back at me, he noticed a weariness in my expression. Concerned, he asked, "Tired, aren't you?" I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "Not really, thanks. I already had my shower, so I feel a little bit better now," I replied. Marcus nodded understandingly and began to eat his meal. Curiosity got the better of me, prompting me to ask, "You cook?" I remembered hearing him mention cooking earlier. Marcus laughed softly, confirming my question. "Please don't tell me that sounds surprising to you," he pleaded playfully. I joined in his laughter, not wanting to make him feel bad. "It is surprising, bu

Zyra POVMarcus and I had finished our breakfast, and I collected the dishes to take them to the kitchen. As I turned around from placing them in the dishwasher, Marcus was waiting by the kitchen door. My gaze inadvertently fell upon his perfectly defined abs, even though he had draped a towel over his back. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his shoulder, but I didn't want to pry or make him uncomfortable by asking about it."Come, you should wear any of my clothes. I'm sure something will suit you perfectly," he suggested, stretching his hands out towards me. Smiling, I placed my hand in his, feeling a gentle warmth spread through me.Chuckling softly, Marcus led me up the grand foyer to his room. I waited patiently on his bed as he disappeared into his closet. After a few minutes, he returned with a baggy shirt and comfortable pants, handing them to me."This should be good, right?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. I looked at the clothes in my hands and nodded apprecia

Zyra's POVAs I reclined on my bed, the memory of Marcus's chiseled physique played on a loop in my mind. "Wow, his abs are like something out of a movie, perfectly defined abs" I murmured to myself, unable to shake the image from my thoughts. With a soft laugh, I ran a hand through my hair, marveling at the sheer perfection of his body. "Is he even real? Is this guy from earth? Isn’t he a god?" I wondered aloud; my voice muffled by my hands as I covered my mouth in disbelief.After lounging in bed for a few minutes, I decided it was time to make dinner. I didn't want Marcus to go hungry after all he'd done for me today. With a sense of determination, I rose from my bed and tiptoed down the hallway to the kitchen, careful not to make a sound.As I entered the kitchen, a grin spread across my face. The room was stocked with everything I needed to whip up a delicious meal. Now all I had to do was decide what to cook. "Let's see what we've got," I muttered to myself, opening the fridge t

In the dimly lit room of Alpha Cade's domain, Aria's heart raced as he closed the distance between them with an urgency that mirrored her own desires. His kiss was intoxicating, igniting a fire within her that had long smoldered in the depths of her being. With each passionate exchange of lips, she felt herself surrendering to the irresistible pull of his embrace.As Cade's hands trailed down her body, Aria's skin tingled with anticipation. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins. When he tore her shirt asunder, it was as if he was unraveling the layers of her inhibitions, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. In return, she eagerly removed his shirt, reveling in the sight of his sculpted form, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.With a soft gasp, Aria arched her back as Cade's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot against her flesh. Every kiss, every caress sent ripples of ec