All Chapters of Awakening the Rejected Queen: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Zane’s POVI felt my knees buckle but Brinsle caught me by the arm.The wrongness permeated the air, as thick as the smoke from the fire. Something wasn’t right here. It was the coven. It was the way they…They were all identical, somehow, in some way.I saw Lucinda then. The sight of her pulled me from my thoughts.She walked to the front of the coven. They all turned their heads back towards Lucinda, in complete unison. She was standing in front of the bonfire now, facing the coven. She had a silver knife in her hand.The knife was to brand me with, I assumed. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was painfully wrong. That’s NOT at ALL what the knife was for.I glanced around, looking for Callie. She had to be there, somewhere. But all I saw were a slew of unfamiliar faces. How many were there? It was hard to tell. Every so often, I would see a set of eyes. But then it seemed to disappear.No one spoke. Not even Lucinda. The silence was unnerving.The humans stopped far behind us. The

Zane’s POVMy eyes flashed to the silver knife in Lucinda’s hand. I assumed they would use the knife to brand me in some way. I was wrong.Lucinda stepped to the side of the fire. Then she waved her hands and a rope of green light shot out from her fingers. The green rope attached to the knife and I watched, stunned, as she tossed the knife into the fire.“Kneel,” Sullivan told me.Kneel? For her? Was she crazy? There was no way in hell I was going to kneel. The Lycan King kneels for no one.I noticed that the coven was so silent, it was though they were holding a collective breath. They were waiting for me to kneel. I glared at Sullivan.No. I would not kneel. I didn’t care how much power this bitch had. I was the Lycan King. I kneeled for no one!“You can do whatever ritual you want to me. But I will NOT kneel for it,” I seethed at Sullivan.“Is that so?” she asked. Her eyes flitted up and down on my face. Then she chuckled softly and took a step backwards.“Falcon Crest Coven, did

Zane’s POVWhen I awoke, I was tied to something. A stake, maybe? I was still naked. There were a lot of sounds. Chanting? My mouth hurt. My tongue was so swollen, I felt like it barely fit in my mouth.I felt heat. I opened my eyes.I was indeed tied to a stake, with the bonfire at my back. It was still night. All around me, witches danced and chanted. They were topless, their breasts smeared in something I couldn’t quite make out.Some looked like they were in a frenzy, their arms flailing in the air. Others bounced back and forth from foot to foot, rhythmic in their motions. They laughed and cackled, and I realized, this was still part of the ritual.My skin felt warm. Warm and sticky. There was something on it. But what?Just then, a witch appeared in front of me. Her wild eyes peered out between her untamed strands of hair. She smiled a maniac’s smile. Then she rubbed her hand over her stomach. She licked her palm in a long motion before rubbing it onto my arm.In the fire light,

Zane’s POV“Escape?” Brinsle eyed me suspiciously.Shit. Should I have said that? What if she ran right back to Lucinda and told her what I’d said. My heart raced. Should I have trusted her?She was my best chance though, wasn’t she? She was being forced to breed, against her will. She was only doing it to please Lucinda. I still didn’t know how old she was exactly, but I knew she was young. Too young to be a mother, especially if she didn’t want to.Brinsle was in a predicament. Lucinda had bestowed an ‘honor’, a great ‘gift’ to her….me. As the Lycan King, I was a hot commodity here. Lucinda and Sullivan believed that my seed was special. Brinsle was a young virgin, and because she was so young, she was likely very fertile. So, they’d given ME to HER. Lucinda adored Brinsle, that much was clear. Brinsle was supposed to be grateful.She wasn’t though. She was angry and scared and vulnerable. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to make Lucinda happy, to please her. But the only way

Zane’s POVBrinsle stood before me, topless. I averted my eyes.“Hurry,” she said, “get naked. Lucinda is coming.”There was panic in her voice. I suddenly felt very, very awkward. I didn’t really want to get undressed and lay naked with Brinsle. But what choice did I have? I had to do this for her so she would show me the witch’s weakness.Plus, deep down, I really wanted to help her out. I felt sympathy for Brinsle. She was being forced to do something she didn’t want to do. Whether it was her age or whether it was something else, Brinsle did NOT want to get pregnant.I was grateful for that. I knew all too well that witches had spells. Brinsle knew these spells, I was sure of it. She could cast one of them and seduce me. Probably quite easily. That’s what Chloe had done, right? She’d used a potion to convince me I was having sex with Eden. I’d been powerless. Hell, I hadn’t even know I was under a spell!The human breeders, the Brotherhood of Breeders, didn’t need any spells. They