All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I strip off my tank top and unbutton my jeans to shimmy them off my hips. I never mince moments when I’m undressing to shift, because the moment I’ve made the choice to do it, I’m raring to go.But as I step out of my blue jeans, I realize all three men are standing still, watching me.Nudity is a fact of life in shifter culture. I could walk around pack lands in the buff without blinking an eye, surrounded by dozens of other naked friends.This is different.I might have spent a night with Kian years ago, but he’s still a stranger. They all are. Their gazes on me feel equally uncomfortable and erotic. They’re all three gorgeous enough that I’m sure they’ve had their fair share of naked women in their beds, so I know I’m not an anomaly. But their gazes feel hungry and… admiring.I shift quickly, covering my nudity with my fur and pacing away from them. Although there’s a little voice inside me telling me to turn around for a peek, I keep my eyes firmly on the nighttime horizon while th

A few stragglers race toward me, and the shadows give chase, bounding across the ground with preternatural speed. I watch in horror as one creature takes down a mother holding her toddler. Her scream cuts off abruptly, and her baby cries.Then I’m flying backward. The ground moves away from me, and the big picture becomes clearer. I keep going, further and further, until I can see the whole country, the whole continent, then the earth itself.Everything has been taken..Conquered.Decimated.I close my eyes and try to scream, but nothing comes out. When I open them again, I’m back in Ridge’s backyard.The witch, Gwen, stands on the lush green grass, her face pale and grave and framed by waves of bright auburn hair.“Go,” she says.I jerk awake, shooting up from the cold desert dirt. I clutch at the ground beneath me, struggling to breathe through the panic that stays with me in the moments after waking. My heart pounds painfully in my chest, and I swallow against the beating, trying t

His house is small and cramped. I pass into the front foyer, bowing my head beneath a chandelier too large for the space. Herbs dangle from wire hangers lining the ceilings, and they brush like finger bones along my hairline as we follow Erik through the hallway and into the living room.The television is on, playing an old nineties cartoon I only recognize from pop culture. There’s an open beer can on the table, condensing in the hot room. The air is heavy with incense, something strong and earthy that makes my head swim.Erik picks up his beer. “I’d offer you one, but I’m broke and you’re strangers.”Malix and Frost exchange amused looks, but Kian forges ahead, undeterred and gruff as ever. “We need an antidote to shadow venom.”Erik laughs, clutching his beer can to his t-shirt. “Shadow venom? First time I’ve ever met someone who needed that. Why do you need it?”“Does it matter?” Malix asks, his tone more serious than his usual amusement.Erik shrugs nonchalantly and sits down on

“Three years ago?” Malix says, his tone low and angry.He hovers on the other side of the bed, framed by the fading sunlight streaming through the gauzy curtains. Frost stands behind him a few feet away, still near his chair at the table and also highlighted by the light. They both look eerily beautiful… and deadly. Frost as pale and unearthly as an iceberg in the fading twilight, and Malix as darkly magnificent as a mountain at sunset.The sight of them, and the tingle of their fury on the air, quickens my breath and makes my heart race. There’s a kind of savageness hanging between us that reminds me of the wilds, of the hunt, the chase, the kill.My fingers itch to reach for the dagger in my holster, but I wait. As of right now, I don’t think their anger is pointed at me.I glance at Kian and swallow. I know I’m about to be read the riot act for revealing something I knew was a secret. But he’s not even looking at me; he’s looking at his brothers. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and a th

I leap aside and, thankfully, land on the mattress instead of the ground. The shadow narrowly misses me, and the air around my head displaces from its passage, whipping my hair around my face. I bounce precariously on the edge of the bed and nearly fall off onto the floor, though I manage to catch myself on the blankets.All three men shout in surprise, but I’m too busy trying to get my limbs back in the proper order to see what’s happening.Finally, I manage to lever up onto my hands and knees and glance wildly around for the shadow, ready to leap into action if it comes for me. Then I freeze.Fuck.There’s not just one shadow this time. There are several.Kian’s on his knees next to the fallen television, reaching into his pack. He brandishes a long dagger, slicing out at the shadow that narrowly missed me. Across the room, Frost calls out his name, and Kian throws the knife to him. The blade twists and flashes silver in the dim light, but Frost catches it easily by the hilt and tur