Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Mate's Revenge: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

MILAI stirred, the sounds of birds and a soft breeze teased my skin. Warmth enveloped me from behind, the heavy weight of an arm slung around her waist, fingers splayed possessively over my stomach.My eyes blinked open slowly, and for a second, I wasn’t sure where I was–until the scent hit me.Gabe. Earthy, masculine, a hint of pine and spice.Oh, hell no.My gaze dropped down my body, and that’s when the realization sank in. I was human now. And naked. Wrapped up in Gabe’s equally bare body like I belonged there.Rayne was smugly quiet in the back of my mind, clearly enjoying every second of my slow-burning horror.What the hell happened?Mila,” Rayne purred. “And you were worried about me.”“Okay, okay. No big deal.” Just… sneak out of his arms. Pretend this never happened.I sucked in a breath and carefully began to untangle myself, moving as slowly as possible. Gabe’s chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths, his dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. Relaxed. Peaceful. To

TYLERI didn't bother knocking as Mila’s door slammed opened, hitting the wall with a loud thud, but I didn’t care. Not after what I’d heard from Camila about the party. Not after almost a week of silence from Mila. I needed to see her.She looked up from the tablet in her hand, her soft music playing in the background. And just like that, the breath in my lungs stilled. She sat curled up on the couch, her bare legs tucked beneath her, a loose blouse slipping off one shoulder, exposing smooth, brown skin. Her afro pulled into a high bun, a few unruly strands escaping to frame her face. Even in the dim glow of the lamp, I could see exhaustion in her eyes—deep brown, flecked with hints of amber, like a sunset right before night took over. She was beautiful. “Tyler, what are you–woah!”Before she could finish, I was across the room in a flash, closing the distance between us and pulling her into my arms. The tablet nearly slipped from her hand as I held her tighter than I should’ve, bu

MILAI walked up the steps to the orphanage, the scent of fresh paint and sawdust clinging in the air. Despite the faint ache simmering in my chest I allowed myself to feel satisfied at how the improvements were coming along. New windows, the creaking porch reinforced, and the overgrown lawn trimmed down to something almost respectable. The fact that Jenna was dedicated to turning this back into the orphanage it once was was admirable. Also, the only reason I was funding it. Nanna Gertie would’ve wanted this, and she deserved this and more after everything she has done for me. The front door creaked open, and there he was.Alex.He froze the moment he saw me, his body tensing like I’d slapped him. His shirt was damp with sweat, his hair a disheveled mess like he’d been working non-stop. For a long second, neither of us moved. The air between us felt thick enough to choke on. So I did what I did best–ignored it.I walked right past him without so much as a glance.“We have nothing to

TYLERA text from some hacker had me following Amira and Lena down the hall into one of the rooms. I knew something was weird about that photographer. This text just proved it. They spent some time inside before leaving, the door was slightly ajar. Sloppy. Either they were careless, or they didn’t think anyone would question them being here.I stepped inside, eyes scanning the monitors that displayed the cameras covering the event. Nothing immediately stood out–until I saw a folder labeled Emilia.My stomach clenched as I reached for it. Flipping it open, I expected to see outtakes from the shoot. Instead, I found something worse—secrets. Photos that had nothing to do with modeling and everything to do with blackmail.The first image stopped me cold. Francesca, wrapped around an infamous therapist to the elites. His name alone was scandalous, tied to more than a few high-profile breakdowns. And beneath the photos, a mention of a video. My pulse hammered.Before I could flip through th

GABEThe control room was of course locked. I had tried warning the others that Arianna and my mother were up to no good. I just wished I’d figured out what they were planning before it was too late. The moment Brian failed to hack the system and shut everything down, I didn’t hesitate. I ran straight here.With a swift, brutal kick, the door burst open.The room was empty.Whoever had played that video had already fled.Grinding my teeth, I rushed to the controls, shutting down the feed as fast as I could. Every screen. Every angle. But it was too late. The screams from the other room were evident. The damage was done. Fuck!“Alpha Gabe?”Camila ran into the room just as I wiped the last screen. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched around the console.“Is that all of them?” she asked.I did one final sweep before giving her a sharp nod.“Why didn’t you warn us earlier?” The anger rolling off her was palpable, and I didn’t blame her.“I knew something was going to happen–I just didn’t