All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha: Mated to the savage Lycan: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

RICK FORSONOUT OF COURTESY, Rick had offered to help Mitch in the search through the scrolls and old books from the study, but as he did that, his mind constantly went back to his mate, who he was sure was waiting for him in her room.He felt elated and constantly thanked the moon goddess for giving him a second-chance mate, or was it his first fated mate? He wondered as he opened to another page on a leather book and his eyes skimmed through thr pages for any mention of the Kylin history.Reine was his first fated mate. He smiled.He and Anna were happy with each other before Beth came into their lives, but they had not been fated together. They chose each other out of convenience, and had made things work - that is, until Beth came swooping down with her deceit and lies."Rick?" Jones voice entered Rick's head through the mindlink.Rick shook himself out of his thoughts and looked at Jones, who gestured at Rick's hand. Rick looked down and saw that he was gripping the page very tig

MITCH CHESTERANNA WAS NEVER like that, Mitch muttered to himself. She was never angry at another person's happiness, especially when she knew how relevant the mate bond was."Maybe that is why she is not in support of it," his beast growled. Maybe she needed to see Rick and Reine together and see how perfect they were for each other.As he walked to his suite, he felt a pair of eyes burning into his back. He turned sharply, but didn't see anybody or anything in the darkness. He continued his walk, but he knew there was someone out there watching him. His instinct told him so, and he always believed his instinct, no matter what; it had saved his life many times. He could not sniff the person nor hear anything except the sound of the night insects, but he could still feel the gaze of someone on him. He chuffed and entered his suite, closing the door behind him gently.He shrugged off his shirt and reached for his phone, dialing the kingdom line. It was answered on the second ring."D

THEIR EYES MET in a clash of fiery passion and heat, and she immediately know that they were at their breaking point. She stepped out of the burning house, walking up to meet him.Scooping her into his arms, trapping her hands, he kissed her. Not any kind of panic sloppy kissing, but this was something else. This was a preview, a warning. Vladimir liked this part, and he was good at it. So he’d take it slow for the next few minutes because soon, the moment he had that dress off, her, in fact, it was going to get crazy again. Messy, wet and hot, and while he couldn’t do everything he used to, he could do plenty.He tasted the cherry-red flavour of wine on her lips, before delving deeper into the kiss. Her moan was low as she fought with his tongue. He moved his hands under her hair until he found the top of her dress, the zipper hidden inconveniently behind a fold of material, but he found it soon enough . His cock hardened as the zipper lowered until it hit bottom.The feel of her sk

500 B.C.E, "ANNIKA, DO NOT do this," One of the women said in a long forgotten language. "This is against the laws.""The laws do not apply to me," The woman called Annika said, looking back. She pulled down the hooded shawl made from dried animal skin from her head, revealing a very pretty face, bright blue eyes, and high cheekbones framed with dirty blond hair. "I made the law." Her eyes flashed across the plain, empty desert that stretched all around them and their small, shabby looking tents.This was one of the first ever covens of witches to roam the earth. They were more of wanderers, moving from place to place, following the wind, and signs they saw in the night sky."Annika," an older woman said, walking out of the tent on shaky legs. The wind was heavy and threatened to sweep her away, but she made it up to Annika and placed a hand on her arm. Annika looked at the elder witch and the red blood markings that covered most of her face. "What you are planning to do... it will s

ANNA KYLIN CHESTERAFTER THE CALL with Mitch, I went about my morning duties mechanically without putting my heart to them. It was like I was in autopilot mode."Good morning, mom," My children greeted me simultaneously as they joined me at the breakfast table."Good morning, babies," I fondled the hair of the one closest to me without knowing whom it was."When will Dad be back?" Addison asked with a mouthful of bread toast."When he finishes what he's doing," I replied."I do hope he finished very soon," Addison said, "I don't want him to miss my birthday."Birthday? I was taken aback. I frowned and remembered that she was right. Their birthdays were coming, and I would have completely forgotten about it. What sort of mother was I? I queried myself."He will be back before your birthdays," I reassured, praying silently that it would be so."What is he doing?" Aiden asked. "And where did he go?"I sighed. "He went to my father's pack.""Where you were born?" Addison gasped.I nodded,