All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adrenaline has blood pounding through my veins, so I barely feel the kick. I continue to fight against the shadow’s hold, desperate to get free and reach Amora. She’s at the mercy of the pack, and none of us are free to get to her. To protect her.I struggle, little yips coming from my snout with the effort. But the shadow is too strong, too well-placed on my body.Quinton kicks me again, and this time, I go limp, dark spots creeping in at the edges of my vision. “Fools. After all I’ve done for you.”Amora laughs. What? Destroying their humanity? Taking away everything that’s good in their lives?Quinton can’t hear her in his human form. I cling to her voice, to her words, taking comfort in the way she continues to fight for us. Words are strong. Words are powerful.We made the right choice aligning with Amora. I would make that same choice over and over again.Quinton walks around me, glancing over at Kian and Malix, who have both gone still. “Perhaps you were always too weak for my

AmoraMy heart is lodgedin my throat, heavy and choking. Hot tears sting my eyes, blurring the scene unfolding before me. I hold my breath, fists clenched against my knees as I kneel only inches away from Frost’s deathly still form.Kian grunts with the effort of doing chest compressions. His messy chestnut hair swings wildly around his rugged face as his body heaves above Frost’s with each compression. Arms taut, muscles bulging, he looks so much more massive than Frost’s lithe, slender form. Like one wrong move will break the smaller man beyond recovery.Or maybe I feel that way because I know he’s dead.No, I snarl at myself, tightening my fingers until my nails dig painfully into my palms. The sharp sting grounds me to the here and now, and I try to drag my thoughts away from the black pit that threatens to consume them, reminding myself that there's still hope.He’s not dead. Not yet.At least… I hope not.Frost’s shadow marks—those dark, swirling, tattoo-like patterns that cover

KianWhat the fuck?Frost lunges at Amora, and shock explodes inside me, cutting through my relief. I react instantly, moving faster than I can think as I reach out and shove her sideways with all my strength. She sprawls awkwardly into the dirt, arms and legs akimbo, but out of Frost’s attack path.Frost slams into me instead.I absorb the blow on my left shoulder, latching on to his arms as we go down, even as we hit the ground so hard it rattles my teeth. Twisting around, I throw Frost to the ground instead, using his own momentum to get him down. I follow him, landing on top of him to try to pin him. He thrashes violently, inhuman noises coming from deep inside his chest. Snatching at his wrists, I get a grip on him and slam him to the grass and dirt, one knee slanted over his thighs to hold him down.Malix jumps in to help, but Frost begins to buck as madly as a wild mustang. His shadows flicker and convulse all over him, the shadow magic fueling him from the inside. Despite the

AmoraKian stalks up the stairs,his footsteps so heavy I’m afraid he’s going to fall right through the thin wooden planks. I stare after him, a sick feeling churning in my stomach.Something clanks over by the benches. I swing my attention back to Malix as he draws a long length of rusted chain out of a wooden crate. He hefts it in his hands over the sound of Kian’s fading footsteps. Clearly, he’s not the least bit bothered or worried by the way his brother just stalked out.I glance up at the ceiling overhead as it creaks beneath Kian’s weight. A moment later, the front door slams shut so hard it almost shakes the entire house.Malix crosses to me, the chain dangling from one hand and a few pieces of hardware gripped in the other. He stops a foot away from me, shooting a glance up at the ceiling as he rolls a carabiner in between his thumb and forefinger.“He’s fucked up right now,” he says, his full lips pulling to one side in a grimace. “He gets like this sometimes. Nothing to do b

AmoraMaybe I should be usedto the way Kian kisses by now, but I’m not. I don’t think I ever will be, honestly.His lips move against mine with bruising intensity, his tongue swiping over my lower lip before pressing into my mouth, demanding entry. I open to him, and he angles his head to take it deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth like he’s trying to lay some kind of claim on me.One large hand splays across my back, the other wandering down to palm at my ass as he presses me harder against the tree he was just punching. The rough bark scrapes against my skin, and I’m probably getting his blood smeared on my shoulder, but I don’t care about that.I don’t care about anything.I can’t think about anything except the whiskey and woodsmoke of Kian’s scent and the low growls he makes in his throat as he devours me.Kissing Kian has never been a gentle experience, but now it’s something else entirely. It’s like being swept up in a hurricane, my feet dragged off the ground and my body