All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

It occurs to me suddenly that throughout this short period of time that we’ve been with the Silver Crest pack, Felicity has treated me as a kind of equal. Or a partner. Maybe her acceptance of this plan hinges more on me than on my men. Not that I’ll be the big hero in the story, but that when we’re in the thick of it, Felicity trusts me to keep my mates in line.I don’t know for sure that it’s even possible for me to keep them in line. They’ve never willingly caved to any of my attempts to sway them from their path. And yet, somehow, here we are on a completely different path than the one they once thought they were born for.So, hell. Maybe I’ve changed them more than I thought.We split up without any further discussion. Kian takes the lead on our end, and we move quickly up the incline, angling toward the village that’s still out of view on the other side of the mountain while Felicity leads her wolves around the base of the mountain to attack from the most obvious point.Is it we

Launching through the air, I land on the closest of Quinton’s minions and latch on to his scruff, taking him down with my momentum and body weight.I hit the ground on my side and continue rolling, tossing the wolf off me with the strength of my jaw. He skids away from me on the rocky ground but comes up spitting mad, so that I barely have time to get my paws back under me before he’s countering my attack. But my distraction is just what this particular group needed to get the upper hand. Two of the larger Silver Crest males tag team Quinton’s wolves one at a time, darting in to attack and then dancing backward, working as a coordinated unit.We split off to help the others, and I race past Frost as he fights viciously with one of Quinton’s new shadow shifters. The sight almost makes me do a double take, because my immediate thought is that it’s two of my men fighting each other. I’m so used to the three of them being the only feral shifters in existence. But despite the fact that Fro

So we travel quickly, digging deep into our energy reserves to race headlong across state lines. Micro-naps and brief pauses to eat or drink are the only breaks we allow, and surprisingly, nobody falls behind. I assume the weaker shifters are still running on pure adrenaline.Most of the adrenaline has faded by the time we cross the state line into Wyoming, but it doesn’t matter. We keep pushing anyway.When we finally reach the Silver Crest pack’s boundaries two days later, a heavy feeling falls over the group. Felicity’s shifters slow, as if dreading to bring the news of her death to those left back home.Many of the wolves limp or nurse wounds that have yet to fully heal, and it doesn’t take more than a glance to understand every one of them is completely demoralized by what happened. It’s late in the day, and although the last rays of the sun paint the buildings with a warm, glowing light, despair hangs around us like a weight in the air.When pack members begin to emerge from the

“Fuck prophecies,” I repeat as I swipe at the tears threatening to crest over my eyelashes. “I make my own fate. We’ll make our own fate. Together. And it won’t end in murder. Got it?” I jam my finger into Kian’s chest and cut a glare toward Frost. “We aren’t going to go down like that. Not like them. I couldn’t stand it. I can’t even stand the thought of… of hurting you or killing you. Jesus. I can’t believe I ever tried—”Suddenly, Frost’s arm snakes out and hooks around my waist. He yanks me to him, my arms crushed between us as my fingers still cling to my towel, and his lips cover mine, cutting off my rant.There’s a salty, spicy taste to his skin, and when his lips part in that tentative way of his, I’m surrounded by the familiar scent of his body. Warmth unfurls in my belly, heating my skin, and I tilt my face up to his, opening to his kiss.It’s soft at first, but then he catches my face in his hands and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with deliberate possess

In this moment, it’s just me and my men.Finally, Malix lifts his head and drops a kiss to the tip of my nose. “God, I love fucking you,” he murmurs.“Good.” I chuckle. “Because I’ve got lots of plans for more of this.”He waggles his eyebrows. “Dirty girl. You really are my fated mate.”I breathe out another laugh at the idea that my dirty mind is the true proof that we’re a fated match, shaking my head and grinning at him as he draws back, his cock sliding out of me.Frost, Malix, and I all look toward Kian next.The final piece of the puzzle. My third mate.He’s kneeling on the bed beside me, and when I reach for him, he comes willingly. He settles between my legs, his cock hard and thick. But he doesn’t slide into me right away. Instead, he trails one hand down my stomach, and all four of us watch the path of his fingers as they move lower and lower. When he reaches my pussy, he dips two fingers inside. I moan at the feeling, and heat flashes in his eyes.“You look so stunning lik