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REJECTED BY THE ALPHA SO I CLAIMED HIS WOLF: NOW HE'S BEGGING TO BE MINE Novel Cover

REJECTED BY THE ALPHA SO I CLAIMED HIS WOLF: NOW HE'S BEGGING TO BE MINE

Sold to Alpha Kane as his bride in exchange for war supplies, Violet has no family to run to after he rejects her on the eve of their Wedding. He called her a whore and incompetent because she was no longer a virgin. But she had an encounter with a wolf under the auspicious red moon in the night sky. Now that she's claimed this alpha wolf at the border, they both do not know that this action would bring them closest to each other than they could ever imagine. And the mind-blowing sex in wolf form is about to change Violet's fate from being bullied to accepted and recognized by her unique Alpha blood.
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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Violet's POV

If I thought getting sniffed was enough to have me feeling heady, then I clearly hadn't felt his tongue yet.

The soft warmth of his breath fanning my rear strongly contrasted the pitter patter of the rain outside and there was nothing better than feeling exposed from the back and unable to see what he was doing.

Sure it was pure torture. The wait and desire to turn around and see him, but I knew from the way his breath tingled on my flesh that he was close and teasing.

"Please make him stop the tease," I pleaded with Sister, but she seemed to be enjoying the wait even more. Wagging her tail to fan his face.

"Be patient, mate," Silus said through the mind link. Like I had a choice.

I couldn't request to go outside. That would be crazy, because one, the rain was picking up and two, I just got banished from the pack lands while my family would not hesitate to throw me in the dungeons seeing how I was no longer useful to them.

As if sensing my distraction, Silus flicked his tongue on my already sensitive opening.

Like chills in the winter, I shivered involuntarily and arched my back.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? We should rest and get you dried up," he said, but what use was that.

"There's no need to delay the inevitable," I urged, referring to the act we were about to perform.

The nicking of his fangs made my skin sore but I only craved for more. The cold made me lean into him such that when he finally poked me, it felt like a missing part of me was finally filled.

I closed my eyes and let my body enjoy it.

When I opened my eyes, it was morning already, not only that, I was back in my human form and too exhausted to walk.

A few minutes of laying in bed and trying to feel all my achy body parts passed before I finally rolled to the edge and got down.

I tried to communicate to Sister so I could shift to my wolf form to recover some energy, but she was experiencing post mating euphoria and locked me out of her mind.

With groans and the wall as support, I made my way out of the room, then picked up the scent of something delicious from a distance I soon discovered was the kitchen.

There was a buffet on the dining table and a note on the seat that read "You must be really tired. Please enjoy this to replenish your energy. I will be back after sundown - Silus" and I felt my face blushing as I held the paper to my chest with a blush on my face as I sat down to eat.

I uncovered the food and just as I was about to eat the food, I noticed the warmth was maintained with magic.

An alpha with magic? He was just like me.

This realization took me back to the time the magic I'd inherited from my grandmother went out of control.

I sighed, took in a deep breath and began to eat. With nowhere to go, my only choice was to wait for him to get back.

My mate, my savior.

But the moon goddess seemed like she wasn't going to make this easy on me.

I'd barely gone through half my breakfast when I heard the snarls surrounding the cabin.

My heart rate picked up, but I took a brave stance, holding a kitchen knife and the fire extinguisher.

"Who is there?" I asked in a small voice hoping to lower the alertness of whoever it was.

There was certainly more than one wolf, their scent unfamiliar as I peeked from the kitchen window.

"Come out and we wouldn't need to drag you."

"What do you want from me?" I shouted back to reason with them, "I'm just a guest."

But what I got in exchange was a mocking laughter.

"Who cares if you're a guest or not. We are rogues and there's only one thing we want when we smell a female." The biggest amongst them said with a growl that incited the fear in my heart.

"Besides, you're on the border of two packs. You can't possibly be a guest to both. Except you are a rogue," they snarled and started to break things on the outside.

"This would be a long day," I said to myself hoping Sister would lend me her strength as I packed up my strength and pushed open the front door.

I could face them. I was raised like a warrior.

These rogues would not destroy Silus' cabin on my watch.

"You finally came out, huh?" They snarled and licked their lips as drool dripped down their fangs onto their chin.

I gagged but couldn't look away.

It was important to lock eyes on the enemy, all 5 of them.

My father had trained me to be useful to him all my life and that included joining his soldiers in training.

By estimate, I could take on three of them. But what about the other two?

I'll need the moon goddess and an element of surprise.

"How about we talk this out as brothers and sisters. There's no need to use force," I said.

"If I had a sister, I wouldn't come for you!" The biggest amongst them said followed by hoots from the other four.

"Disgusting." I spat and flung the extinguisher in a half circle. It caught and flung one against the other.

I'd deliberately chosen the smallest looking amongst them. A rotund 5ft5.

"You bitch!" Their leader yelled and charged at me.

I stumbled backwards but gripped the knife tight, ready to swing it as soon as he came close enough.

However, he never did. Instead I opened my eyes to the sight of him getting flung back.

"Fuck. Come out here and fight us!" He groaned in pain as his two standing subordinates hurried to help him.

"What just happened?" I found myself asking as I took another look around and realized the line drawn around the perimeter of the house.

"Magic." Sister whispered and a smile spread on my face. Silus made sure I was well protected before he left.

The protective halo surrounding the house glowed at that moment, reflecting the sunlight.

"Cowards!" I spat.

It finally made sense why they demanded I came outside rather than charging in headon.

"Don't get too cocky, girl," a deeper voice said from a distance. The owner was leading a group of another set of rogues.

I gulped and took a small step back.

"This protection magic definitely has a weakness and we have the number and force to break it if it doesn't have one," the owner of this new deep voice licked the blood dripping down the cut on his chin.

"And then we will come for you," he bared his fangs and snapped his fingers as the 6 he came with stepped forward with a dangerous glint in their dull eyes.

I guess the moon goddess really had it out for me today.3.

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