Semua Bab The Rejected Mate's Revenge: Bab 161 - Bab 170

TYLERI wasn’t sure what it was about Mila that got under my skin. She’d been avoiding me like the plague ever since I asked her to be my Luna. Maybe it was her legs, the way they seemed to wrap around me possessively when she had me tied down. Or her lips–the perfect curve when she smirked, watching me obey her every command. Then there were her hands, delicate but dangerous, capable of both seduction and destruction.I exhaled sharply, forcing my thoughts to halt before they drifted too far. This was not the time nor place. I wasn’t sure why I decided to come to this party or why Arianna invited me anyway. It wasn’t like we were on the same team. Maybe she was up to something. I ordered another drink, leaving the crowded space and headed outside to the rooftop. The low hum of conversation outside and the warm breeze did nothing to keep from thinking of Mila.Or at least I thought when I noticed Arianna approaching. Dressed to perfection, her presence commanded attention, though I kn

MILAFucking fuck! Hot and bothered, and surrounded by people I hate. Just my fucking luck. Of course, Gabe would try to be so bold. Who the fuck tries to seduce someone at their wife’s birthday party. An asshole that’s who. For the first time in my life, I thought Tyler was a better man.I ignored the way my body tingled from his touch as I barreled my way through the party, the clinking of champagne glasses and artificial laughter grating on my nerves. I could feel his eyes on me and I didn’t dare turn around. Distance. I needed distance before I did something incredibly stupid. Rayne was about a ‘touch and lick’ away from jumping his bones in the elevator. Traitor.I inhaled sharply, scanning the crowd until I spotted Amira, lounging in the VIP section, draped in designer fabrics and social climbers. I squared my shoulders, mentally prepping what I would say, ignoring the hushed whispers and side-eyes from the partygoers. The shock was palpable. Arianna and I weren’t exactly subtle

ARIIt didn’t take long for me to lose Gabe at the party. Then I thought, Find Mila and I’ll find Gabe. But she was gone too. The last I saw, she was talking to Amira. So I searched for Amira instead and found her lounging in the VIP section, twirling her drink like she owned the place. I walked over and plopped down on the couch beside her.“So where’s your bestie, traitor?” I asked with a smile.Amira cocked an eyebrow, smirking. “Traitor? Pretty sure you weren’t calling me that when I joined your team. Or have you forgotten?”“Semantics,” I said with a casual wave. “Fashion is a battlefield, and lucky for you, I know how to win. So… what did you two talk about?”“Oh, you know. The usual.” She took a slow sip of her drink. “Fashion. Gossip. And finding a way to outshine you– and get Tyler back on my radar.”A nerve twitched in my temple. “I thought that’s why I invited you both here,” I said, teeth clenched in a tight smile.Amira shrugged and gestured around lazily. “Then where is

GABEHow long have I been doing this? I lost count. All I knew was that I couldn’t stop. She had to come back to me.“Mila,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Rayne–come on, dammit!”Another desperate press to her chest, another breath into her lungs. My whole world narrowed to that single moment–her pale face, the blood pooling beneath her, the way her body wouldn’t respond.Then–Her body jerked violently under my hands, a sharp, ragged cough tearing from her throat as water exploded from her mouth. I nearly collapsed in relief, scooping her into my arms like she was something precious I’d almost lost forever. She’s alive. She’s still here.Her breaths were ragged, shallow, like she was hanging on by a thread. But she was alive and fighting. That was enough for now. I held her tighter, my hand instinctively cradling the back of her head as her body trembled against mine. My clothes were soaked, my heart still hammering so hard it hurt. The coppery scent of her blood was everywhere, maki

MILAHours slipped by as Rayne and Spencer ran through the forest, their paws pounding in rhythm over the soft earth. The moon arched high in the sky, casting pale beams that danced through the trees and lit their path in silver.Rayne glanced at Spencer as they ran, a glint of fire in her silver eyes, and for the first time in days, I felt her smile.Her muscles ached, but it was a good kind of ache–the kind that came from living, from fighting back, from surviving. The pain from Arianna’s attack had dulled to a faint burn, and strength surged through her limbs as if the forest itself was giving her back everything she’d lost.Eventually, the sound of rushing water teased Rayne’s ears, and as they broke through a dense line of trees, a wide creek sparkled before them, lit by moonlight that shimmered on its surface.Rayne slowed to a trot, chest heaving, her tongue lolling out as she padded to the edge of the water. She bent her head to drink, the coolness of the stream easing the fir