All Chapters of Rejected Twice: Redeemed by the Cursed Lycan: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LOGAN MILLERA FEW HUNDRED miles due East from the Clan, Logan walked up the stairs. His shoulders were sagged and he looked unkempt.He sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He had dark circles and his eyes were bloodshot, like he had not slept in days. And he had not.He walked into the pack house and groaned in despair. Fiona's mother, Ruth Fischer, was there. "Hello, Ruth," He said."Where is my daughter?" Ruth asked.One might think that she was asking of Claire, who disappeared over a month ago, but no, she was asking for Fiona, whom she had seen a few hours ago."Fiona is here somewhere," Logan answered. He did not have the mental strength to have a conversation with the former Luna of the pack, who wanted to control everything."You should always know where your mate is," Ruth snapped. "Go and find her right now!"Logan sat down heavily on the couch. "I just got back from the northern borders. Rogues are breaching the territory from there. They got to our storage room last night. We s

ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIR"ARE YOU REALLY sure about this?" Joram asked. His voice was worried."Sure about what?" Alek chuckled. "Telling the senate what I have planned, or the fact that she will be sleeping beside me by this time of the month.""Both," Joram muttered, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.Alek scoffed. "You worry too much," he said. "Just like mother did."Joram's eyes glazed as he remembered their mother. Her straight brown hair, soft smile, and kind eyes. She was a human who had somehow survived birthing two Lycan sons. But she died many, many years ago."The Senate will not take kindly to this," Joram said as Alek adjusted his clothes in the mirror."Then they have been mistaken to think that this is a democratic system," Alek replied. "I don't give a shit whether they take kindly to it or not. It is my decision and the decision is final." He took a step closer to the mirror and rubbed at the scarring on his cheek where Lucia had gorged him. It was healing

CLAIRE FISCHER"KISS ME, CLAIRE Fischer," He said, in his raspy voice. "Forget about the bleeding and kiss me."And like the fool that I am, I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. He gave me a full 10 seconds of control before he took over, pushing me back and kissing me deeper. His tongue invaded my mouth, rubbing and twirling against mine sensually. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer while the other hand cupped my breast, kneading and teasing my nipple. I moaned against his lips and arched my back, pressing into him. He started to push me back to lay on the bed, and I felt his hand run down my abdomen and stop between my legs. He spread them apart, and they eased to his touch. His hand ran underneath my gown, cupping my wet and pulsing mound with his hand. I squirmed uneasily, wanting more friction and body touch. He pulled away from the kiss to look at me; his eyes were glowing red, and he kept his attention on my face as his hand slowly began to m

CLAIRE FISCHERJORAM SAT DOWN on a chair beside me. His eyes were fixated on me. "Is that so?" He asked.Alek nodded. "I need us to plan on how we are going to attack and retake the pack from the usurper.""What?" I asked. "I don't want you to attack the pack." I looked at Alek desperately. "I don't want any bloodshed on my father's pack, and I know for a certain that there is no war without death and bloodshed.""You don't want your birthright?" He asked."Not if I have to rule over blood," I told him.He chuffed and chewed on his breakfast. "You are afraid of a little blood spilling.""Some of those people there are my friends," I said. "I grew up with many of them.""With the way they treated you," Alek said, pointing a fork at me. "They are not your friends.""It was not their fault," I countered. "They were just supporting their alpha. They didn't know better.""So the alpha is the bad guy then," Alek said. "That won't be a problem. I will have his head hung on the wall there so

ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE COULD SEE the gears working in Claire Fischer's mind as they walked around the clan. He enjoyed her company, and he enjoyed watching the new fire that had been rekindled in her. He enjoyed it when she spoke to him with that fiery command that he didn't know she had until a few days ago. "You are going to build a good school for the pups," she pressed as he led her back to the mansion. "And a training ground for the ones that might be interested in going into the military."He sighed and groaned inwardly. It was Not a bad idea, he nodded. "I will talk to Joram about it.""Joram would agree," she said, sounding very confident like she knew my brother more than me."You know, most of the pups are originally yours," she said. That sounded very stupid. I cocked my head and smirked at her. "They are mine?""Not like that," she chuckled. "I mean, they are going to be the future of the pack. Most of them were born on these grounds. That makes them yours. They wil