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

She opened to me, and I swept my tongue in and kissed her gently. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but the moment my lips touched hers, the energy in the tent shifted. The air grew warm and thick, and my entire body started to tingle. I didn’t want to scare her, but when my arms slipped around her body and under her shirt so I could spread my palms against her naked skin, she whimpered.It wasn’t from fear.Groaning, I pulled her more snuggly against my lap and hard cock and deepened the kiss.She placed her hands on my chest, but soon, her fingers were tangled in my hair, and her whole body was plastered against me.“All clear.”At the sound of Finn’s voice, I snarled. Anna tried to pull away, but I kept my arms around her. “I know he lied. The others are okay. I would know if they were dead,” I whispered.“I need to talk to him.”“Okay.”“Stay here, and keep that flare gun handy in case anyone but me tries to come in. I’ll keep the tent in sight.”Immediately, she shoved off my lap.

“That would be a pretty targeted question for me to ask, wouldn’t it?” Jax responded.Shivering, I turned my back and slipped off my wet shirt. We were in a cave that, according to Finn, was part of a system of rock dwellings. He believed the caves would lead straight to the witch’s den, but he hadn’t explored them. He said he’d only tried to go further once when he became ensnared in a spell trap. It was two agonizing days before a witch released him and warned him away.Jax had commented that it was awfully nice of them for a group of blood-thirsty witches.In any case, Finn had supplies stashed here, including some dry clothes.I opened a bag and yanked on a musty-smelling T-shirt. It fell to my knees. That didn’t bode well for the pants.“Well, you didn’t really present me with the kind of environment that fostered care and sympathy for difficult conversations and trauma sharing, did you?”“I gave you Parker.” Jax sounded hurt.With a short laugh, I turned around with the pants in

AnnaFreedom was one step away. All I had to do was turn and leave. I knew the way to the witches. They could come back and get Jax and be prepared for whatever he had in store for them.It probably wouldn’t lead to his death.“You’re not breathing,” I snapped as I knelt down by him to check out the trap. I couldn’t leave him here. Not even if it was in my favor.“Maybe because I was thinking you’d leave me,” he said weakly. I glanced at the blood trickling down his leg. It was serious, but he wasn’t going to die just yet.“I should have,” I muttered as I focused on the magic. It wrapped around me, brushed along my skin, tried desperately to claw at me and trap me the way it had trapped Jax.I’d lied to him before. I didn’t have a way to dispel the trap. I didn’t need it. After a moment of touching me, it turned dark and died. Just died and dissipated into nothing.I couldn’t tell him that. I knew what it made me. My father knew what it made me, and he’d locked me in the house for six

Jax“Where is Anna?” I demanded as I looked down at my tea. It was a surreal moment. The small tea parlor had plenty of sun streaming through the windows despite the fact that there were no windows outside.Five minutes ago, I was fighting for Anna’s life. Then, I was here, in a fucking tea parlor, with a dainty little teacup in front of me.Witches. Whatever was in this cup of tea could kill me.Three strangers were in the room with me. A short and rounded older woman with long thinning gray hair set the rest of the cups of tea down and eyed me through thick glasses. A young woman who looked no more than twenty with long red hair and a beautiful smile accepted a cup of tea and sat across from me at the table. In the corner, on the bench where an unconscious Anna lay, a middle-aged woman with a blonde messy bun and a permanent scowl on her face sat next to her and waved her hands up and down Anna’s body.The maiden, mother, and crone. Were there really only three witches of Darkwyn co

AnnaThree weeks laterHe was in my room again.Not my room. His room.Our room.The door closed quietly, and I could feel the air shift around him, trying to make room. I was in his bed, the sheets pulled all the way up to my chin. Underneath, I wore a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt. Nothing that would seem sexy, nothing that would give him the wrong impression, but clothes didn’t indicate intentions. I could have been bundled up in a parka jacket and snow pants, and he still would sense my needs.My desires.Damn it to hell and back, but it was hard not to want him. Especially here, in the middle of his room, in the middle of his bed. His scent was wrapped all around me, but then, that was the plan.Sleep in his bed. Smell like him. Play the role of the dutiful alpha mate and pretend we hadn’t been circling each other for weeks. Since he found out I was a null.Since he wanted to use me.“If you’re going to fuck me, then come here and fuck me. Otherwise, leave me alone. I’m try