All Chapters of TRUE MATE REJECTED: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Callan lets his arms fall by his side. “I saw your shack. It’s been destroyed.”“I know,” I whisper.Footsteps storm through the house, heading for the front door. Instinctively, my arms squeeze tighter on my chest, and I back away from Callan. Callan may have worked things out with his brothers, but now I’m causing a fight between him and Axel.“You’re trespassing,” Axel roars as the screen door swings open, banging against the wall. “You have two minutes to get your mangy ass off my property before the whole pack arrives and tears every organ from your ugly corpse.” His hair’s all wet like he just got out of the shower, and he’s shirtless like Callan.His muscles are taught, water droplets clinging to his shoulders, and I can’t help but gulp when I gaze at his beautiful form, his smooth golden skin and the small tattoos on his shoulders and forearm. But then I turn to Callan, his own muscles bunched with rippling power, his skin inked and scarred in a dozen places. He’s just… More.

LunaThe guys are between jobs, so we all stay home for the rest of the day. Things are relaxed but subdued and quiet. I wonder if they’re all waiting for me to choose. It sits funny in my belly, having the power in this dynamic, the power of this choice. It’s up to me. No one is making choices for me anymore, saying I’ll be their mate and part of their pack, or that I’m no longer their mate or part of their pack. It’s up to me.I don’t like the weight of it on me. I don’t want to draw it out, make them worry and wonder and want. I don’t want to make either of them jealous of the other. After lying awake for an hour going back and forth about what to do, I know I’m never going to sleep with the decision hanging over my head. I have to make it now.So, I do.In the dark of night, I slip from beneath my covers, ease out the door of the bedroom and tiptoe across the hall. I’ve never been inside Warrick’s lair—I was always too scared before. But tonight, I step past the threshold of his d

WarrickI can’t fucking sleep. Luna’s curled up next to me like a little pup, and I just had the best damn sex of my life, but sleep won’t come for me tonight. Yeah, she chose me, and I’m fucking flattered, but I took something both Ethan and Callan wanted—after I ripped into them for touching her. I figured if I kept my distance and gave her my surly side, she’d want nothing to do with me. But here she came, a naked little waif in the night, slipping between my sheets and saying things to me in her wide-eyed innocence that no man could resist. Hell, she probably didn’t even know how half of that sounded to my ears.I drag my hand through my hair and kick the covers off. I imagine what that asshole Axel would do if he knew I took his sloppy seconds and made her a queen. Ten years ago, I challenged him for dominance and lost, but tonight, I got my vindication. Tonight, I didn’t just touch his mate like my brothers did. I fucked her raw and deep, shaping her cunt to my measure.I fuckin

When I bite into her neck, I can feel her cold, dead blood run over my tongue. I want to spit it out, but I remember what the guys said. I swallow it instead, and a few minutes later, I feel the strength they promised. It’s like coffee. It takes terrible, but it comes with an excited, shaky, charged feeling that runs through my blood like it did the first time I had coffee, when the guys laughed at me when I freaked out after drinking a full cup. But they were nice, too, and Callan took me for a run in the woods to help get the energy out.Now, the way to get energy out is to kill. Mama taught me that you should only kill to survive. In the swamp, that meant killing something to eat. Even when we killed one of the poisonous snakes that would slither under the walls, we always ate it. Out here, it’s no different. I kill so that I can live, and if I eat a little of the kill, it’s all the more justified.There are so many of them, but we’re winning. They keep coming out of the woods, but

AxelThe crickets surrounding the woods and marsh near the vampire’s lair make so much noise my head wants to explode. Or maybe my head wants to detonate because my mate stands before me. Luna, her hair a glorious shade of purple, is trapped in a cage like a dog, teeth bared like I’m the one who put her there.I’m going to tear the vampires’ limbs from their bodies with my bare teeth for this.She must have been in her skin when the vamps took her, as now she stands there naked. It takes every ounce of willpower in me not to rip apart her cage and take her in my arms.I don’t think she’d like that very much, though.The enormity of my mistake hits me again. I insisted on severing our mate bond, and now I wish to hell I hadn’t done something do drastic, even to protect the pack. And yet, even though the elder destroyed the bond, turning the crescent moon on my arm into just another battle scar from my life, I can’t get Luna out of my mind. Thoughts of her haunt me like a banshee, waili