All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Moving almost like a single unit, all three of us lunge across the room to his aid. The shadows swirl around us like storm clouds, and I duck and twist away from them while the men fight. Without the light illuminating the room, it’s harder to see them, and even harder to keep from being brained by one of them as they dodge and attack.In the midst of the chaos, I take a blow to the head that knocks me off my feet.Lights flicker in my vision, and I sail backward, hitting the table. The wobbly piece of shit slips out from beneath me, and I fall, banging my head on the edge before slumping blearily to the floor.A shadow looms over me, blocking out the ambient streetlights coming in through the window overhead. I struggle to see it, blinking rapidly as I try to make the world come into focus again. I can’t even seem to pull enough air in my lungs to yell for help.Suddenly, over the grunting and cursing from the guys, I hear a new voice.A soft, intensely creepy whisper.A whisper that

Kian leaps through the air and lands square on the witch’s back. They tumble to the ground, where the large wolf latches onto the witch’s neck and rolls him to his back.Then sits on him.I skid to a stop next to them, breathing hard. Frost and Malix jog toward us from the shack, clearly drawn by the screaming.Kian has his monstrous jaws clamped around Erik’s skinny neck so far it looks as if he’s about to swallow him.“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Erik screams in a tight, high voice. “I didn’t mean it! I shouldn’t have done it! I take it back!”Malix looms over the prone man and crosses his arms over his massive chest. “What’re you sorry for, shithead? Turning us over to Felicity?”“Yes! She offered… I’m sorry!”I kick him in the thigh. “She offered what?”I have no idea who Felicity is, but my lack of knowledge doesn’t hinder his ability to tell us the truth.“You!”“I’m not hers to give you,” I bite out.Erik’s face screws up. I can smell blood on him from Kian’s teeth slicing into his

He lets his hand rest on the shelf overhead, his gaze on the books instead of me. “My brothers and I were created from shadow. We are the only corporal beings on earth made with that magic. So while we aren’t shadows, we’re... related. In that we carry that magic inside us.”“Made” with that magic. That’s not the choice of word I expected when I ventured down this path.I open my mouth, ready to ask him what he means by “made,” but I stop before I utter a sound.These men—all of them, even Malix who never shuts up—are hard to get straight answers out of. If I want Frost to keep talking, to give me something to work with, I have to navigate this discussion carefully. Keep him talking. Keep him engaged.“Why do your tattoos move so much?”Frost’s hand falls away from the shelf, and he turns it over, palm up, to stare down at the black markings roaming the smooth skin of his forearm. “It’s always been that way for me. Since I was a child. The magic gets… restless.”“So it’s separate from

All three men share a glance, communicating without words in that strange way they often seem to use.Kian snatches the bottle away from Malix. Before he presses the rim to his lips, he says, “No. The shadows are new.”Malix shrugs. “Felicity must’ve learned to control them to use against us. She can’t keep that shit up though. She isn’t strong enough.”I sigh. “Again, could anyone tell me who Felicity is?”Kian gives me a narrow-eyed look, and I think he isn’t going to respond. Until he does. “Felicity is our alpha’s mate.”Shock tingles up my spine. My alpha’s mate is Sable, andI just can’t… she’d never hurt her own people. I grab the bottle from Frost and take another sip. Smaller, this time, just to calm my nerves.“What the hell?” I say out loud, keeping my thoughts to myself. “Why would your alpha’s mate send shadows to attack you?”Malix leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. The easy smile he often wears fades away, and there’s a hard note in his voice when he speaks

My heart’s still hammering in my chest when I heave myself back through the living room window. The angle is awkward, and I manage to slip my upper body over the sash. But I’m still off-kilter, still breathless, still not really in my right mind after what I witnessed. So before I can get a leg over the edge to gracefully climb to the floor, I crash headfirst instead.I catch myself with my elbows instead of my face, which is better than nothing. Score one for Amora. My legs slide the rest of the way in, and I tumble forward in an approximation of a somersault, landing splayed on the living room floor.Right at Kian’s feet.He’s sitting on a large chair in the dark, a liquor bottle resting on one knee. Somewhere between the time he left me and now, he lost his shirt. Even the darkness can’t hide his chiseled torso or the almost metallic ring of gold in his eyes. His dark hair is sticking out everywhere, and the scruff on his face gives him a dark, deadly look that makes me weak.He lo