All Chapters of Awakening the Rejected Queen: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Zane’s POVCallie crawled towards Slade, a crazed look in her eyes. Witches love werewolf meat, I remembered, with horror. Both Lucinda and Callie had told me that themselves. Callie had even confessed to being intoxicated by Slade’s scent when he was sleeping, deep inside me. But now Slade was here, right in front of her. If his scent when he was hidden drove her crazy, I could only imagine what his scent was doing now. Slade growled and struggled against the blue binding. But the spell was like ropes, wrapped around him. Callie smacked her lips. Could she help it? Was she in her right mind? Sometimes wolves are so overtaken with blood lust that they aren’t themselves. Was that happening to Callie right now? I didn’t know.I had to do something though. Callie was only inches away from Slade now. I tried to shift back. But the blue binding spell wouldn’t let him. Just like he hadn’t been able to shift when Lucinda had him bound deep within me. The spell not only prevented him fro

Eden’s POVI am back at Silvermist, walking through the rose garden. The sun is shining. Spring is thick in the air. Zane is walking beside me, my hand clasped in his. The birds are so noisy. We can barely talk over them. It is making us laugh. Yes. That’s where I am. With Zane. Happy. Safe. Back at Silvermist Pack. Laughing at birds in the spring. I am NOT on an island, handcuffed to a bed. There is NOT a man hovering over me, naked, moments away from raping me. You see, I had to detach myself from the situation. I couldn’t bear to be present for it. It didn’t seem fair. I’d fought through so much. Men in the forest who tried to kill me. Whorehouses and their owners. A warrior on a battlefield. An alpha in a bedroom to protect Zane. I was strong. I had overcome my fears and insecurities. I was no longer the weak, helpless girl that I’d been when Caleb threw me out of the pack. Except that, in that moment, I was. Demetrius had my hands cuffed. Zara was asleep. I would have fou

Eden’s POVI was stunned speechless. Murietta continued to dab my forehead lightly with the damp cloth while she bled from between her legs. She was as nonchalant as could be. I didn’t understand how. How could she act like this was no big deal?She’d just had surgery! Surgery that had sewn her private parts shut. She could never…she could never have sex again. It was such a violation. I could barely bring myself to think about it.“Oh now, don’t you worry,” she told me, sighing deeply. “It was a very good doctor. He assured me there would be no infection. And he gave me some nice medication so I didn’t feel a thing. It’s just a little sore now. But that will pass, too.”I reached up and grabbed her wrist. She stopped dabbing at my forehead and looked away.“This is a big deal. This is very abusive.” I needed her to see how absolutely wrong this was. “As soon as we escape, we’ll find another doctor. We’ll find a way to reverse this. I promise.”She smiled weakly at me and nodded. “IF

Eden’s POVI woke up bright and early that morning. It was gala day! I hopped out of bed and brushed my teeth. Then I went to the sliver of a window and sat to watch a slice of the sun rise.I saw the irony. I was excited for the gala, a gala where Demetrius would force Zara to come out so he could have sex with her in front of a bunch of unhinged, perverted, rich people. Yeah, it was messed up. But the gala was our chance of escape. Everyone would be flooding the island tonight, coming in planes and helicopters. No one would notice when our helicopter took off. It was the perfect diversion.And since the gala only happened once a year, it was the best chance we had for an entire year. If we didn’t get off the island tonight, I didn’t think we ever would. It was that simple. No one could find us. They’d tried and tried. Our plan HAD to work tonight.I’d made it through almost two weeks of pure hell. Being locked up in this room had been hard, really hard. I only had one book (which wa

Eden’s POVDegraded.That’s how I felt.And humiliated.I’d gone from feeling beautiful for the first time in a long time to feeling like an animal. The guard tugged on the leash connected to my collar. All eyes turned on me.I scanned the room, feeling about as big as a snail. I couldn’t believe this. So this was his plan? Demetrius? To parade me around like a pet? I inhaled deeply.There were at least two hundred people in the room. Maybe more. The room was massive. It was a ballroom of some sort, with granite floors and sweeping drapes hung all around. In the corner there was a small band playing classical music. Servers scuttled about, balancing trays of decadent appetizers on their hands. Off the left were tables flooded with food, as well as a chocolate fountain. Champagne bottles were everywhere I looked. It was a lavish affair indeed.And then there were the people.They were dressed to the nines, with designer labels everywhere. Women were wearing everything from ornate ball