Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Rejected Slave: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Two (Tagon’s POV) The moonlight made her skin glow brighter and the flimsy silky gown she wore accentuated her body shape leaving nothing to the imagination as her hard big nipples could be seen miles afar. Her hair bounced in a short bob and her back pressed to the door as her eyes glimmered with passion- and lust in the dimly lit room. “Rosalia,” She swayed her lips sexily, playing with the ropes of her gown while rolling her hips to a non playing rhythm. She flipped her hair and ran a finger into her strands making it a sexy mess. Her fingers moved to the ropes of her garments and in slow progression pulled them off her naked body and stepped out of it catching my gaze in hers with a smile as my eyes traveled the ridges of her chest, her round puckered tips the valley between her thighs, and the smell of her arousal. Her fingers drew a long line from her chest down to her womanl

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Four Beta Fidelis POV Clarity of mind. Silence. The first time in my life I fought for others. My life has worked better than I’d imagined. I’d worked my entire life to be this person- The Beta of this Pack and thus far the enthusiasm to keep going has waned. Tagon has faltered and my desire has kept us driven through the odds but this past few weeks has gotten me shaken to the core foundation on my principles. Hiding the secret that has eaten me alive and will do so dead and buried in my prestigious grave. My face scrunched into a whirlpool of bitter emotions cracking the thin layer of optimism I engulfed myself in. My feet kicked at the stool in my chambers and sent it flying high to the mirror as it shattered all around the room, my fist rolled into a tight hard fist and the heavy pounding in my

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Thirty-Six Tagon’s POV The tears burned her vision. The little trepidation switch her body rocked to. Her surprise. “You remember? How did you find it?” Her lips quivering as a pool of tears settled in her vision. Tears rolled down her eyes flowing to her cheeks. “Like the years never happened. I thought about you everyday keeping sane with the shawl. The testament you weren’t a figment of my imagination. That I wasn’t crazy in looking for you, that you were real- that what we shared was real. It fueled the desire to find you and even if it means finding you till I breathed my last.” Shocked. “You could have anyone, why me? What is it about a lowly slave girl?” Her eyes mirrored pain, confusion and shiny glint of light. The first time since her re-emergence I have seen the sparkle in them. What is it that she doesn’t understand or fail to realize? Has it ever occurred to her that there was competi

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Tagon’s POV Chapter Thirty-Eight Sheila has the body to make goddesses weep of jealousy, and men bow on their knees begging and swearing off their existence to have a taste of the fountain of her nectar. Her taste is enchanting. Without warning I slammed into her, earning a loud grunt from her throat and her face scrunched up in pain. Is she hurt? “Are you alright?” She nodded but the pain was dancing on her beautiful face.My eyes landed on a strange liquid on her entrance coating my large Cock. Blood. “Are you still a virgin?” Tears pooled in her eyes. How? It’s been years I thought she must have gobbled in the sheets with someone, but I was damn wrong! Sheila kept her purity all these years. She didn’t get with anyone, while I was eaten up with the thoughts of some other man laying his filthy hands on what was mine. I paused, still stuck in but no movement. My fingers wiped the tea

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Forty Sheila’s POV Walking into the quarters the gossips barraging from the slightest wink, giggle, haughty conspiring glares the moment my feet stepped at the door of the slave quarters. It seemed everyone was waiting to charade a vile attitude in my direction. Running my gaze to the spot Diana sleeps only to see her sleeping pile arranged and folded neatly. It meant only one thing. She didn’t spend the night at the slave quarters and she wasn’t anywhere within cortex view that leaves me to worry about her whereabouts. “I hope you’re okay?” I whisper. Close proximity spent together. I have taken the young lass as a sister looking out for her. I can do whatever it takes to protect her. Her disappearance filled me with unease and uncertainties. What she must be doing or what must have kept her? Saying a word of prayer under my breath I left for the washroom the second the water fell on m