All Chapters of Rejected, But Claimed By Her Four Alphas: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SableStanding in Gwen’s front yard, I slide my newly acquired spell book into my backpack along with my clothes, stripping down so I can shift to wolf form.I catch a glimpse of Gwen’s pale face in the window as she watches me, a light of fascination burning in her eyes, and I flush, angling my nude body away from her prying gaze. I wonder if any part of her sees me the way my uncle saw me. Clearly, she’s not without enemies of her own, and if she sees my hybridization the same way Clint did, she might also think I’d be a formidable tool to have in her arsenal.But it’s unfair of me to expect that of her. She fought us when we arrived because we’d infringed on her territory, not because she considers us enemies for being wolves. Gwen is a hermit, a mountain witch who seems most comfortable in her own area away from everybody else—witch and wolf alike. As far as I’ve seen, she isn’t our enemy, and she’s given me no reason to treat her as such.She seems to be a sort of neutral player

RidgeTurning away to give Trystan and Sable a moment to themselves, I offer Archer my hand. “Need anything before we go?”He shakes his head, but I can tell he’s afraid. I can also tell he’s ashamed of himself for being afraid—I can smell his shame, see it in the slump of his shoulders.“Hey,” I say gruffly. “Fear isn’t the weakness here. Even alphas feel fear. The weakness is hiding, running, not doing your part. And you, of all people, aren’t capable of those things. Courage is action in the face of your fear.”Archer squares his shoulders and nods. “You’re right. Thanks.”I release his hand to nod at Dare where he’s sprawled on the couch cushions. “You’re staying, right?”“Stupid fucking question,” he grunts.I hold up my hands, grinning wryly. “Your reputation precedes you.”For a moment, I think maybe I’ve gone too far, too soon. When Dare ran away from us after Sable began her transformation, it hurt her to her core. I know it’s been a point of contention between them a few tim

sableI don’t know how long we stay like that, groping and kissing each other in the darkness, but I’m flushed with arousal by the time Archer breaks away from me. He rolls me onto my back and crawls down my body, settling between my legs as Dare traces the shell of my ear with his tongue.I squirm as the pleasant tickle of Dare’s wicked tongue sends sparks down to my clit, and when Archer presses his lips to the inside of my thigh, I whimper. He works his way up my leg slowly, teasing me as Dare kisses me deeply. When he reaches the aching spot between my thighs, he bumps his nose against my clit, making a little zing of pleasure shoot through me.He drags his tongue between my folds, and I let out a heavy, hungry sigh as Dare rests on one elbow to look down at me. I expect Archer to lick me again—my body is taut and ready for it—but instead, he draws back. I glance down at him as he tilts his head up to meet my gaze.“Can I ask you a question?” he murmurs.I nod, practically holding

SableWhen I open my eyes the next morning, I feel better. Physically stronger and much more refreshed—but mentally, I’m still worried and anxious. That moment last night with Dare and Archer was a nice break from reality, and was exactly what I needed to let go of my swirling emotions and thoughts for a short time. But in the harsh light of day, that bit of peace feels like it was ages ago.Too bad I can’t just have sex with my mates all day, every day. Life would feel infinitely easier that way.Archer is gone, and Dare is on watch beside the bed when I wake up. He’s clearly been awake a while—his messy black hair is still wet from a shower, he’s wearing clean clothes, and he’s clutching a steaming mug of coffee.“Did I explode?” I ask him, my voice a mumble with my cheek pressed against the pillow.He shakes his head. “Archer saw your scars go black late in the night, but otherwise, you slept peacefully.”I push away from the mattress and sit up to shove my tangled mess of blonde h

Trystan“I’d like it to be known that I disagree with this plan.”As I speak, I slam my empty beer can on the coffee table, already regretting that I finished it too fast. It’s the only one I’ll have tonight. We’ve gotta stay sharp and alert, but I needed something to calm my fucking nerves.The guys and I are gathered around our mate on the couch at Archer’s place as she prepares to try to break into Cleo’s mind again.I get it—we want to be prepared. What’s coming isn’t going to be easy. How the fuck do you fight magic with claws and fangs? You don’t. Not really. You just try not to get your ass kicked too hard.For the first time in shifter history, we actually have a chance to fight magic with magic. If Sable can walk through the bond into Cleo’s head one more time and get us a timeline on their planned attack, that information could be priceless.But I don’t have to like it.“We need to know what they’re doing and what’s happening next,” Sable says simply. “If this attack is comi