All Chapters of The Rejected Mate's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GABEThe moment I came outside, I knew something was wrong. Ari was smiling, which was never good, and Tyler was using his Alpha command. My thoughts immediately went to Mila, and my heart nearly stopped when I saw it was her. Her hair was wet and disheveled, and she was coughing violently, as if she couldn’t breathe. Tyler was walking away from the pool, holding her steady as she clung to him. I put two and two together and realized she was in the pool. THE POOL!!!Ever since the boating accident with her parents, Mila has been deathly afraid of water. Even the smell of it freaked her out. It was something we were going to work on this summer but never got around to it. Dammit! I could hit myself for not doing it sooner. I wasn’t sure what happened to get her in the pool, but I knew it was Tyler’s fault somehow, and now he had the nerve to be holding her. A pang of jealousy shot through me, and I rushed behind them as they entered the house. I ran in front of Tyler to stop him as he

GABEI sat across from Mila in one of her favorite Korean barbeque restaurants. Mila, radiant and smiling, and so fucking beautiful, talked about her meeting with my mom. Though at the moment, I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. Ever since the interaction with Ari, there was a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I picked at my food, barely tasting it. I could only nod every once and a while, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation with Ari.When Mila walked into my mom’s office, Ari stepped close enough for my wolf, Spencer, to scent her. She smelled of lilac and cherry blossoms, and it was driving Spencer crazy.“Mate,” Spencer growled in the back of my mind. I tried to ignore him but then Ari whispered into my ear.“I bet your wolf is going just as crazy as mine,” she said, her breath warm against the side of my face. For a moment, I wanted to grab her and take her across the desk. Instead, I took a step back, covering my nose for a moment.“I told you before

GABEDammit! I could barely sleep, thinking about Mila. I was supposed to tell her the truth about my mate, and instead, I said I love her. I mean, that was the truth, but still, I needed to tell her about Ari. Knowing Ari, I was sure she would tell Mila just to hurt her. God, why was I mated to her?“Because deep down she is perfect for us,” Spencer said. “The longer we deny this, the harder it becomes to resist.”“There had to be a mistake,” I countered. “She’s pure evil Spence.”Spencer was quiet for a moment, which I’ve learned was a good thing. We got well-acquainted when I first got him, and he was actually very intuitive. He thought through just about everything and wasn’t afraid to question me if we ever disagreed on things. The only thing that tripped him up was Serena. There was no thought in what he did that day. Everything was on instinct, and I couldn’t blame him. There was something magnetic about the mate’s pull that was hard to get out of. He mated and marked Serena tha

GABEThe next morning, I felt myself slowly waking up to the most intense pleasure. Something immensely warm and wet moving up and down on my cock. She came. Mila. I thought as I moved my hips to meet her lips. I leaned back, reveling the feel of her mouth going deeper with each stroke. She released my cock with a resounding pop and a breeze of cool air swept over the wetness. Her hands wrapped around my cock, giving it a few strokes before leaning down and taking the head back into her mouth.“Fuccck,” I groaned, my hips buckling up as her hot, wet mouth enveloped me. My skin vibrated with tingles from my head to my toes. This felt vaguely familiar. She moaned as she sucked and licked my cock, teasing me with her tongue and using her hand to stroke the base. I reached down, tangling my fingers in her hair and noticed the difference. It wasn’t the usual fluffy, kinky I’ve grown accustomed to. It was silky and fell between my fingers. Wait a minute.“Mila?” I finally opened my eyes and

MILADear, Mila Davis,We want to congratulate you on being selected as one of the three designers for the Aliz Women in Arts Scholarship.Every word after that fell to the back of mind as I screamed and jumped around at my locker. The halls of the school seemed to blur around me as my joy bubbled over uncontrollably. I didn’t care about the curious and startled looks from the students passing by; this was a dream come true. Dean Forrester told me earlier that F.I.T and Parsons would accept me for earlier admission this spring, since after this semester I would have all the credits needed to start. The only thing left was funding. I needed to win the scholarship.I reread the letter way too many times, the paper crinkling slightly under my trembling fingers. I had to create three signature looks to be modeled at the Winter Fashion Show. Piece of cake. I thought, though my heart was pounding with both excitement and nerves. I noticed a note on the back of the envelope. I will protect yo