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One Rejected, Twice Wanted

He rejected me, and then he realized I was the center of his world. Instead, I got someone even better. Raula I keep my head down. In this backward pack, females rank low, and my family's bloodline puts me among the lowest pack members. It doesn’t help that I’ve never shifted. I don’t mind the late twenties single life, though. No one’s paying any attention as I live my life the way I want. My roomies and I are doing it for ourselves, and if life under Ulfred Kessler is stifling, at least it’s predictable. We can deal. But when nature finally clicks in, I lose my mind. I claim our alpha as my mate. And he rejects me in front of the whole pack. It’s all good. It only hurts when I breathe. I’ll survive. That’s what I do. Who wants an arrogant jerk for a mate, anyway? But the heavens have prepared someone else for me. Damien Kessler is Ulfred's oldest brother who broke away from the Starry Banes pack years ago. He has never liked Ulfred. Damien I left Ulfred to deal with the Starry Banes pack. I gave him all the freedom to live his life the way he wished, but I will make him regret his biggest mistake of rejecting Raula Lockwood. He threw away the best thing that could have possibly ever happened to him. And now Raula is my second chance mate. Even if it means getting back everything that was rightfully mine, I won't let go of my mate when the heavens have given me a second chance.

annaatuha · Fantasie
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Chapter Thirty Seven

Damien

A flaming piece of wood falls off the ceiling, and I hardly dodge it in time. There isn't anyone in here and even if they had merely fainted from the heat and smoke, I would have found them. The roof is starting to collapse. I have to get out of here as soon as possible.

As I descend the stairs, my heart skips. There is a dull pain in there: at our bond.

Raula? Could she have insisted on coming in after all? I don't find her in the living room so I start wondering if she came up the stairs when I was still checking one of the rooms upstairs. I would be able to trace out her scent in here but the smell of fire and smoke wouldn't make it easy.

"Raula," I call her through our bond, tagging at it. I don't feel her there. Something must have happened to her!