All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Cormac glares at me, speaking up over the low snarls of the wolves. “You have the audacity to come onto our land with these… monsters,” he snaps the word, baring his teeth at Kian, “and demand an audience with our Alpha?”I was starting to think he wasn’t capable of speaking in full sentences, so the formality in his tone gives me pause. The guy’s overbearing “bro” attitude is just an act, I realize. Meant to keep others from realizing he’s in charge.Realizing he’s a threat.“They aren’t monsters,” I reply, careful to keep my voice even despite the anger his slur dredges up in me.“Yeah, well, they’re also not welcome here,” Cormac shoots back.Shit. I’ve got to get this conversation back under control.Frost’s tenuous hold on his emotions is wavering beside me. I can feel it. His fingers are wrapped around my bicep like vises, bruising and immovable.“Look, I know you have no reason to believe me,” I say. “But we’re no longer in communication with Quinton. We’re not allied with him.

Malix hooks a thumb at Cormac and says, “It was working just fine, until your right-hand man here started eyeing up our girl and set off his inner beast.”“Mal,” I say warningly. The last thing we need is him flippantly telling the entire pack what a threat Frost is. “He’s fine. He had a moment, but he’s fine now. It takes a lot out of him to fight off the shadows.”I cut a glare across the pack, then shift my focus to Felicity, daring her with my eyes to say something she’ll regret. My entire body vibrates with tension as I wait to see if anyone is going to move. To attack us, or to attack Frost because he has too much shadow in him.In the midst of our silent standoff, Frost opens his eyes. His pupils contract and focus on me with a kind of gentle concern, then he carefully sits up, moving slowly so as not to alarm anyone. He surveys our surroundings—the rocky terrain, the pack, and Felicity, whom he clearly recognizes.His hand rests on my knee as he asks, “Everything all right?”Bu

I wait for him to explain, but in true Kian fashion, he doesn’t.Malix leans over and murmurs under his breath, “That’s the box that used to hold Quinton’s shadow realm stone.”“Oh,” I say, zeroing in on the unobtrusive object. It doesn’t feel all that magical, but I know, logically, that this must be how Felicity has access to the shadow magic she’s used against us in the past. If my men sense any kind of shadow realm magic creeping from the crudely cut box, they keep the knowledge to themselves.Felicity taps the top of the stone vessel, her expression thoughtful. “Power seeped from the stone into its container over the many years it was encased in this box. But the magic in the box is fading. It fades further every time I use it.” She drops her hand into her lap and laughs bitterly, then catches my gaze. “I wanted to take the stone too. When I stole the box, I thought the stone would be inside. My ex-mate, though… he’s too smart. He knew before I did that I would be leaving him, and

MalixI leanover to look past Amora, peering out the window. Cormac is the only one who’s kept his human form. He’s across the street, standing on the porch of the cabin facing ours. I’m not sure if that cabin is occupied or empty, but either way, the big man doesn’t look like he’s got any intentions of leaving it anytime soon.My nose wrinkles. “What the hell? Do they think we’re going to run off?”Amora scowls. “No. They just don’t trust us. What do they think we’re going to do? Wait until they’re all asleep and burn down the village?”Kian drops the curtain and ushers us away from the window with a jerk of his head. “Probably something like that, yeah.”We fan out into the living area. The place is small but serviceable, even if it’s so beige I feel like someone turned off the color in my goddamn eyesight. I circle around a coffee table made of recycled pallets, and settle onto one end of the couch, thankful to finally be off my feet. Hopefully, we’ll get to kick back for a couple d

AmoraThe bean shuckingladies sure know how to cook a meal, and I devour every bit of it while hashing out plans for tackling our meeting with Felicity tomorrow.But even as I listen to Malix and argue with Kian, Frost’s silence worries me.Once the meal is finished, I polish off my second bottle of water, watching him as he quietly cleans up the remnants of our meal. He spoke up a few times during our conversation, but there’s definitely a kind of quiet exhaustion to him that I don’t remember being there before. I don’t know if it’s just the result of the fact we traveled all the way here on foot while he battled the shadows, or if Felicity’s little shadow voodoo did something to him.Frost stacks his plate on top of mine, then does the same with Malix’s plate and Kian’s. “Anyone mind if I take first shower?” he asks.Kian slumps in his armchair, legs spread and what’s probably his fifth bottle of water perched on his knee. “Go for it.”Malix hops to his feet and takes the stack of d