Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast Novel by Paige T

Rygan poured his yearning into the kiss, sweeping Elise off her feet as he backed them towards the bedside table by her drawers. Only the sound of her moans filled the chambers as he pushed deeper into her mouth, claiming everything single part of it.

“F**k..**n…wait..ngh,” she whimpered. She could barely think and barely breathe as he devoured her; each thrust of his tongue set off colorful fireworks to her world.

But Rygan didn’t stop even when he felt the weak grip of Elise’s fingers on his shoulders. His lips pressed forward, and one lick of his hot flushed tongue had her brain going haywire as her hands trailed up and pushed into his dark locks.

“F**k..see what you do to me,” he muttered with a breathy grunt, his hands pushing to her waist before his heated tongue licked her lips again, asking for access, which she gave with a gentle moan.

Rygan groaned from her silky heat, drinking in all her moans and cries. His hands reached down her skirt, feeling all the contours of her soft flesh that writhed under his touch with each trace.

Just as he was about to possess her and touch her heated entrance between her legs, they heard a knock on the door, immediately knocking them both apart as Elise leaped off the table.

“Yeah, who is it?” She called hastily, trying to calm her fast, heated breath from the unending kiss.

“The nightbane Luna, I have brought it,” the maid’s voice echoed through the walls. Elise’s eyes widened at the realization that she had been locking lips for long minutes with a wounded and poisoned man.

And all the more, their lips were locked in her chambers when she was the Luna of the pack, for the moon’s sake.

But her wolf didn’t whine against it; instead, she liked it and greedily wanted more. For a good second, Elise caught the reflection of her face in the mirror, and her burning cheeks turned pink, her eyes glazed with desire for the Black Moon Alpha.

After a quick second of scolding herself, she rushed towards the door, giving a glance to Rygan, who watched her hips sashay with each step; his eyes darkened with a link to his lips. His burning hunger was eager and ready for her.

“T-thank you..” Elise stuttered at the door as she took the stained blue glass vial and thanked the maid, who then began to instruct on new clothes for Rygan to wear since his clothes were bloodied up and ruined.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Rygan watched in awe of her beauty and the way she spoke with so much elegance; he couldn’t help how much his heart s**d, feeling so much love for her as it pounded just from the mere sight of her.

Elise closed the door and whirled around to face him, only to be met with a naked torso. She watched as the blood- drenched shirt plopped on the ground, and Rygan hissed with a grunt.

She couldn’t help but watch his back with a gasp on her lips when she looked at his back. Though he was fully healed from the bomb attack, she still saw scars and burns from the battle with the human guild, a reminder of what they went through. She couldn’t help but trace a hand over his back.

A finger that made the Alpha almost flinch from her touch, she traced it, hoping to heal the tears as she recalled how weak and almost dead it looked in that cell. She cleared her throat and immediately drove the tears back.

Turn to me,” she urged him, her six-foot frame slowly facing her. For a moment, their gazes locked, and there was so much she wanted to say. She deflected his gaze and instead led him to a chair, where he settled down as she began to work, her eyes laser-focused, putting all she learned from Vienna and Abby in the last few years to work.

She opened the vial, “Your wounds have subconsciously begun to mend themselves, but we need to open them,” she called as she extended her claws. Rygan’s brows raised as he muttered,

“If it’s pain that you’d cause, I’d gladly take it,” he said. Elise, at the last second, cleared her throat to stop her s***d blush from spreading on her cheeks and her heart from **g a beat from his words.

She pushed her claws into his flesh, opening the wounds again. She poured the contents of the vial into his wound. “Hmm, ugh..” Rygan grunted as she pulled theyial away from his arms, watching the dark blue potion work into his blood slowly. The black vines that had begun forming had immediately paused and dulled in color.

“Impressive,” Rygan whispered as he watched her put away the vial before she rushed to the bathroom and came back with a bowl of warm water and a wet hand towel. She began to clean the blood from his torso and arms. “I thought there wasn’t a cure… How did you?” he asked. Elise paused her ministrations with the towel as she looked distant for a second.

“After what happened with Hayden..how I watched the wolfsbane eat at his brain and cells, making him half mad… I didn’t want anyone to have to go through that.. the days I mourned waiting for the trial and for that ***d Holden to be caught, I immersed myself in research in Abby’s clinic; she is a genius. She helped me, and I came up with this,” she muttered sadly.

Only if she had a clue about it before Hayden died that horrible way. Rygan watched her gaze crumble with sadness before reaching for her face. He caressed her small face like it was delicate and soft, yet it belonged to his strong mate. “You did what you could, and you did good,” he muttered.

Elise hated the way her body shuddered in warmth from those kind words; she hated the way her walls crumbled down with just a single touch and word from his lips.

“Rygan, we can’t.”

“I am not leaving without you; you can keep me as your prisoner if you’ll have me,” he said with a smile. “And besides, like you said, I am your first test subject. I have to be with my healer to watch me heal through it all,” he teased into his words.

Elise tried to suppress the smile that played on her lips; she cleared her throat. “You are right about being monitored… A room has been made for your stay with new clothes, and you will wait until you are checked in every day,” she declared.

“Your wish is my command,” Rygan’s voice hummed as he stood. His huge build gained closer to her as she was left gazing at his naked torso. She peered up at him through her lashes; she watched his gaze darken, but she couldn’t let it go on; she could barely understand the control this man had on her, ***n it, so she turned around and hastily called out to a maid.

“P-Pam?” She muttered as the door opened with the maid bowing to both of them.

“Lead the Alpha of the Blackmoon to his quarters, and make sure he is taken care of and given whatever he needs… Goodbye, Rygan,” she called as she reached for her door handle: she could barely breathe as he walked past her.

*I’ll see you soon, El* he sent down the bond. She felt like an eternity before she closed the door, knowing their gazes had locked before she finally sealed it, pressing her back against the door to catch her breath.

Her heart pounded fast in her chest as she moved away from the door. “Moons, why did you bring this temptation to me?” She wondered as she quietly headed in for a bath.

She dressed in her robe; it took a while for Elise to settle down in her bed as she tossed and turned, maybe because she was aware that Rygan was just a door away from her. And her wolf was agitated.

“Shut up,” she scolded her wolf before closing her eyes, finally thankful as she pulled it into deep slumber, only for Elise to begin dreaming.

This wasn’t like any dream she’d had for the past few weeks; this wasn’t a nightmare or hazy dream. Elise woke up with sweat all over her body.

This time it wasn’t cold sweat from nightmares but one that made her insides warm from yearning. She felt her core clench and her sex wet; she recalled what kind of dream she just had-she had a sex dream about Rygan!

And the culprit of her imagination was just a few doors away from her. She buried her head as she muttered curses out of mortification.

She felt her core throb from just thinking about it. The temptation was overwhelming; she could still feel his lips tingling on hers. She whimpered out in frustration as she buried back into the sheets.

“Oh moons, help me.” How long could she fight that gripping desire towards him? She knew it couldn’t be for long. Because she wanted him.