All Chapters of Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I angle the knife as best I can between our bodies and jab into Frost’s heavy warmth. The blade slices through the jacket, and Frost cries out, his weight vanishing. Flailing my arms, I toss off the jacket and hold out the knife.The three of them surround me. Kian is still cupping his junk with one hand, looking a bit queasy, and Malix has a bruise blooming on his temple.The angle and pressure were too awkward to actually stab Frost, but I managed to nick him through his sweatshirt. Only the slightest amount of blood blossoms on his gray hoodie, but the sight of it freezes me in place for a moment.Frost was the one to tell me about how the shadows hurt. How he walks around day to day in excruciating pain because of the shadows burrowing inside him.And I added to that pain.With the blade of my knife, with the force of my hatred, I hurt him.Is that really what I want?As a confusing mix of emotions tighten my throat, a new sound fills the room.Howls. From outside.Other wolves in

“He’ll kill us,” Frost says, his tone distracted.“Fuck off,” I snarl at Malix. “You fucked her, too. We all know it. Frost and I came back from hunting, and her scent was all over you.”“She’s my mate,” Malix snaps. “If I want to fuck her, it’s my prerogative.”“Was your mate,” I correct him.“Yeah. Whatever. Another one of your brilliant fucking ideas.”I grit my teeth and look to Frost for support, but he’s closed off. His gaze is distant, looking beyond me like I’m not even sitting across from him. He’s drawn into himself, more so than usual, and there’s almost something like anger glinting in his icy eyes.“Frost!” I say loudly, snapping my fingers. “Snap out of it, man.”His gaze swivels to me, but he doesn’t speak. It’s like staring at a goddamn brick wall.“So what’s the plan?” Malix grunts, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You got Amora into this mess. How are you going to get her out of it?”“It’s not my fault she showed up here,” I growl. “That’s on her. We

I cling to that memory of kneeling in the woods while they callously cut themselves off from me, and I use it to shove away the last little bit of emotion vibrating between us. I embrace the void; grip it like a life raft on stormy seas.In the absence of phantom affection for Frost, my anger steps up.I rouse all the fury I have over everything the three of them have done to me and let it wash over me, erasing anything else I have left.“I’m going to kill you,” I growl, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the metal bar. I squeeze it like I want to squeeze his fucking neck.Our gazes lock, and I fight back the rising sensations inside me. Not the mate bond, but something else. I don’t want to have feelings for him. For any of them.The only feeling I want to have for them is hatred and the driving desire to see them dead.“I’ll kill you all,” I repeat, leaning into the bars, letting my anger burn in my gaze. If I say it over and over like a mantra, maybe I can will it into existen

“She was stupid enough to walk away from the possibility of ultimate power,” Quinton says. “Trying to stop me from bringing the shadow realm to earth is the wrong move. First, she attempts to send shadow beings after my men. Then she sends you, a weak, average wolf. The woman is a moron. Of course she needs protection. But she lost the privilege of mine when she turned against me.”“I’m sure she’s devastated,” I say wryly.I can read between the lines here. Maybe it’s because I understand men, but I can fill in the details of what really happened. He found a way to access some kind of power from the shadow realm through whatever means. He used that power to “create” Kian, Malix, and Frost, of course, which is why they’re formed of shadow realm magic. But that wasn’t enough for the alpha. He wanted more, so he went searching for more—and when his little feral shifters grew up, they became a part of that plan, too.Quinton’s obsession with finding a way to bring the shadow realm to eart

AmoraI open my eyes in bed, blinking into the soft darkness of my motel room.Something woke me—some noise or movement. I sit up, the blankets falling away from me, then shiver as I realize I’m naked.Frost stands in the corner, his pale eyes glittering. He’s focused on me, his body vibrating with barely restrained tension. A pastel desert print rests on the wall over his head, though it’s watery and insubstantial. More like the suggestion of a painting than the actual thing. Frost’s tattoos wave gently over his skin, just as insubstantial in the darkness. We stare at each other as headlights pass the window and illuminate the sharp angles of his face. Chiseled like granite.We’ve already done this, I think, confused. The room in Oscura, when I woke up to him watching me right before the shadow attacked.Although, I wasn’t naked at the time.I glance around, looking for the shadow that almost killed us both through the poison, but it’s nowhere to be seen. Movement passes in my periph