All Chapters of REJECTED: CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA MAFIA: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kiara:I wake up on Zane’s chest again. It’s been a week since this new Zane showed up, and he hasn’t changed. Sometimes, I try to convince myself he’s acting, but all he does is these nice things for me, which only makes me more scared. Maybe he’s just trying to repay me for saving him. Each time he says “I love you,” my stomach tightens with fear.“You’re awake,” he says in that rough, early-morning voice, and I pull away without responding. “I’ll take that as an answer,” he adds, sliding his feet off the bed and reaching for his robe draped over the chair.As soon as he throws it on, his phone rings. I try not to care about who’s calling. It could be one of his many women, but I do not care as long as he satisfies me in bed.“What?” His voice shifts, trailing off, and I glance over to see his face fall.He runs a hand through his hair and begins pacing around the room.“Wh-when did this happen?” His voice shakes, and now I’m alarmed. “Okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible.”He en

Third Person Pov:The day of the charity event draws closer, and the organizers are gathering for an important meeting. Gia and Zane are representing their family among the other co-hosts. While they wait for Zane to arrive in the VIP room of a club, Gia finds herself surrounded by two childhood friends, Jacob and Tristan.Jacob, always harboring a crush on Gia, sees this as his opportunity.“It’s been a while, Gia, and you look even better than the last time I saw you,” he says.Gia, glancing up from her phone, barely acknowledges him with a scoff.Jacob is tall, blonde, and handsome, but he’s not what Gia wants. Her heart is still set on Zane, a crush that’s lingered far too long. But since she can’t have him, she’s determined not to let Jacob have her, either.Tristan nudges Jacob, whispering, “Ask her about the city or something.”Jacob, clearly nervous, tries again. “So, what’s new in the city? It’s been what, eight years?”Gia sighs, setting her phone down on the table. Before s

Kiara It’s been two days since I found Gia’s lipstick, and Zane hasn’t said a thing to me about it. Every time I think about it, and the confrontation I had with Gia earlier in the week at Boris’s house, I can’t help but cringe. They must have laughed about it when they met up for whatever it is they did. Worse, he came back that night, and I let him touch me like the fool I was. The thought of it makes me want to disappear every time it crosses my mind, and there’s an unending gnawing feeling in my belly. Tonight is the charity event, and I’m already dressed, sitting in front of my dresser. He walks into my room as expected, then makes his way toward me, causing me to get to my feet. I grab my purse at once, opening my drawer to grab my lipstick, and then I see Gia’s, which makes the anger in my chest heighten. I grab it with mine, tossing it into my purse. “You look gorgeous,” he says, pulling me by my waist, letting my back rest against his chest. I force a smile on my li

THIRD PERSON POV:Tristan sweeps Kiara off her feet, lifting her into his arms, then takes her out of the room. He uses the back stairs, carrying her downstairs, and makes his way out the door, leading to the backyard.“This is fun,” Kiara chuckles, wrapping her arms around his neck as the chilly night air slaps her body while he runs with her.Gia, on the other hand, thinks her plan is still working, so she heads off to find Zane, who is still talking with a group of people. When he finishes, she walks up to him.“What do you want, Gia?” Zane asks, crumpling his face with his hands in his pocket.Gia sips her drink, sizing him up with a smile on her face.“Nothing. It’s strange that you’re alone, because I assumed you came with Kiara and you were inseparable. But I saw her crying a moment ago.” Zane looks at her, his brows drawn down. “She had a lot to drink, and I’m just looking out for you because you wouldn’t want anything to ruin your speech, would you?” she asks, walking off bef

Zane:I waste no time the moment I see Boris leaving the hall. As I get off the stage, I make my way outside the house to see the godfather with a group of four men. One has Kiara in his arms, and the other three are standing in front of the trunk.I make my way to them as they pull Tristan out of it, holding him side by side. As I move towards him, one man makes to stop me, but Boris grabs his hand.“Let him be,” he says, but I do not turn back to look at him.Without giving it a second thought, I send a sharp jab to Tristan’s face, causing him to slip out of their grip, landing on the cold tarred ground on his back. My hands reach for his collar, crumpling it into my fist as I send more punches to his stupid face.“What did you do to her?” I yell with every muscle in my body, aching to spill his blood, but he keeps mute.“I said, what did you do to her?” I punch him in the jaw, rearranging his face to the side.He coughs out blood, but I feel no remorse for him. I send in another pu