All Chapters of REJECTED: CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA MAFIA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kiara: The next time I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is my decaying arm. That’s the power of Argentum. It’s not just any stake, but the most dreaded stake by werewolves. I might wonder how Zane got a hold of it, but he loathes wolves and hunts them down. Even with the pain I’m going through, I get out of bed. This is when I note my environment. This isn’t the dungeon or the mansion, because the bed is rather small, and the furniture looks old and weird. “You are awake.” His voice sends chills down my spine. I shoot him a glance, and then back to my decaying arm, which hurts as much as a thousand bricks being placed on my body. “Contrary to what you wanted, well I am,” I say to him, and a frown etches his face, which I don’t care about. He stares at my hand weirdly before he walks away, slamming the door. At this moment, I don’t have the strength to fight because I’m barely standing on my feet. Everything hurts and my legs are wobbly. I try to reach for the door, but h

Zane: This is probably the hundredth time I complain about hating myself ever since Kiara walks into my life, but truthfully, I do. I hate to see her in pain because I share her pain. Having to pretend I’m not in pain the whole day is the worst thing I ever do. Now I need comfort and all I can do is drown myself with a bottle of whisky. Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body. “There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…” “Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat. I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not. “You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool. I look around the bar through the neon lights that glow. There are many women in it, but none of them is Kiara and at the moment, she

Kiara:I gulp when I hear him say that. How could he want to lock me up in this place forever? This is beyond cruel.“Why don’t you just kill me for real?” I question, and he chuckles.“What fun would that be? I’ve kept you this far and every single moment, I come up with ideas on how we can keep having fun,” he says, and I scoff.He caresses my cheek gently while I stare at him, wishing I could chop his hand off.“Where is Ariana?” I ask.“On a brief trip to the airport with my men, and the loving doctor who helped you. Did I tell you I’m a philanthropist and he will be getting a room at the mansion?”The sarcasm in his voice is irritating.“Yes, if that’s another word for murderer,” I say to him, and he laughs.“I like your sense of humor, but that will get you nowhere, my love,” he says, tapping my nose gently before standing up.“Even if I tried to be nice, you do not deserve it. I hate you and the day you die will be my happiest,” I spit.“Everyone has what they wish for. Like me,

Zane:It’s been three days since I left Kiara at the cottage, and life has been anything but easy. Her memory haunts me, infiltrating my dreams and daily life. I can’t shake the guilt of sleeping with Gia, thinking she was Kiara—a foolish mistake born from a desire I was supposed to despise.I wish I had the damn cure. I would have given it to her, but my pride got in the way, and now I’m paying for it. I didn’t even like Natalie that much; I was just trying to spite Kiara. I went too far. What is this whirlwind of emotions? I push myself out of bed, needing a breath of fresh air. I haven’t left the house in three days.As my feet touch the ground, my legs wobble, barely able to support my weight. I steady myself against the wall, gripping my chest, trying to catch my breath.“Sir,” Rufus calls out, placing a hand on my shoulder. I glare at him through sleep-deprived eyes, sweat trickling down my face. “Food is ready. I advise you eat something since you haven’t eaten since yesterday,

Zane:“You’re breathing so hard,” I whisper to Kiara as we inch closer, my breath rising too, anticipation building as our lips nearly meet.“I’ve waited for this moment, Mr. Malibu,” she replies, her voice barely a whisper. I grab her waist, pulling her closer so that her breasts press against my chest.“Call me Zane,” I say, and then our lips finally meet. I want to be gentle with her, but the intensity of my feelings takes over. My heart races wildly, and our kiss turns fierce and passionate. I bite her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her.“Zane,” she gasps, tugging hard on my body.I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed. My lips trail down her neck to her chest, and as I unbutton her shirt, revealing her bosom, my phone rings, jolting me awake. Sweat trickles down my body as I sit up in bed, realizing it was all a dream. She’s now haunting my sleep, goddamn!Anger surges through me as I grab my phone from the nightstand, ready to lash ou