All Chapters of The Rejected Alpha Human Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Damian’s POV.Damian’s big plan for Sunday was to sleep late, eat an enormous breakfast in bed, and spend a couple of hours training with Alex.The plane broke apart when he found himself awake and restless just after sunrise. Whenever he tried to drift back to sleep, he started to think of her. That was more irritating than getting up.There was no reason for Allison to be on his mind.The image of how breathtaking she looked when she came out of the room yesterday was still vivid in his memory. The wolf purred at the sight of her.The shimmering willow stem in white silk was nothing like the spindly little girl he remembered. Her hair was spun gold and curved sleekly around a face that might have been carved from ivory. Her eyes were a soft and misty green. He knew it was going to be a long evening.The way she got jealous and acted possessive of him when Layna came and how she shivered when I hand brushed the skin of her back. The way her lips were so pumped and tempting that I alm

Allison’s POV.I pull the covers away from me, immediately feeling whiplash from the cold sting in the air. Winter was close, the days getting shorter and the mornings now coveted in the dark.My eyes fall upon my sweater draped across the back of my study chair, so I shrug that on before heading outside.Stepping outside, my bare legs legs rise with goosebumps and I huddle into the large sweater I wore a little more. The cold felt refreshing to my skin though, and I revelled in it for a few minutes.The sky was a mixture of blue and grey day was beginning, but not freed from the dark clutches just yet.The grounds were empty, as expected. Occasionally a few maids or butlers would walk around, already having gotten up to prepare for the day ahead.Otherwise, the paths were free of wolves. My eyes fixate on the loom of the sky, bordering to where it reaches land.My head feels a little more collected than it was yesterday. After the discussion with Damian yesterday, I kept asking mysel