The Rogue’s Rejected Mate: Crown of the Bloodmoon Riders

Chapter 4

Marielle’s POV:

I blinked slowly, adjusting to the light filtering in through the half drawn curtains. My head throbbed. My stomach ache so much that a gasp escaped my lips from how painful it is.

“Fuck.. i groaned, pushing myself up. “What the heck happened to me?” I muttered, clenching my forehead.

My eyes darted across the room. It was unfamiliar, exquisitely furnished with golden chandeliers, expensive leather furniture but dark and lifeless, just like it’s owner.

I squeezed my eyes closed and that was when the memories from last night hits me like sledgehammer; meeting with Ryder, our conversation, the marriage proposal and….. my breath seized completely. My eyes were wide opened and my hand flew to my mouth. I f*****g asked him to claim me! How? Why? It must be the alcohol. Nothing else can explain my stupidity.

But…. did he?

I quickly yanked the duvet off me and I was completely naked. My n*****s were standing erect and I was wet when I thrusted a finger in my hole. I glanced around nervously…. my jeans, crop top, pants and bra were sprawled across the floor.

We did it?

And I have no memories of it?

The bathroom door flung open and Ryder stepped out. A sterile white towel was wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water dripping down his tattooed body, his hair was stylishly messy and damn… he is beautiful—even more than Jaxon. Has he always been this handsome in the past? If yes, how come I never saw it?

He glanced up at me and I quickly looked away from him, wrapping the duvet over my chest. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “Good morning..” I muttered, humiliation creeping up my cheeks.

“Morning.” His voice was a deep rumble, eyes never leaving me.

I parted my lips several times but no words came through. But then.. I summoned the courage. “Did we.. have anything together yesterday?”

“No,” he answered firmly but I found that difficult to believe.

My eyes narrowed as i stared at him intensely—hoping to catch a glimpse of the truth from his expression.

“We didn’t!” He stepped closer. “Instead you threw up on me, the moment I stepped closer to you. Thanks to you, I’m reeking so badly of tequila. Just how many shots did you have?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“Oh,” I mouthed, an unknown feeling swirling inside me.

“Are you disappointed?” He taunts, letting out a mocking laugh. “You’re disappointed I didn’t f**k you.”

I blinked severally. Maybe I was disappointed but then.. I would love to remember every details of my first s*x. “Of course not,” I lied. “I was drunk, hence the repulsive decision. I wasn’t going to ask you to f**k me if I was clear headed,” I added, even though I wouldn’t mind if he claimed me this moment. I just wanted t to have the experience like everyone else.

“Hmmm., is that so?” He clearly didn’t believe me. “I bet you won’t be able to resist me now if I touched you.”

How did he always know everything?

I didn’t respond; just my body reacting as if it can hear his claims on me.

He continued. “Well, I don’t know if you remembered or not..” He raised his hand—a diamond ring flashed on his middle fingers….”but we got married at the bar yesterday.”

My breath caught. “You’re joking right?” I raised my hand and I saw the diamond ring on my middle finger.

He walked towards the drawer by the bedside, retrieved a brown envelope and handed it over to me. “That is our marriage certificate.”

I snatched it away from him, retrieved the parchment paper inside the envelope and.. my mouth fell. A CERTIFICATE OF MARRIAGE was boldly written on the headings. Under my names, there was a legible signature. My signature!

No… no! This is not how I want my wedding to be. I have dreamt of a wedding dress made from the finest of silk and a long veil with the freshest banquet of flowers in my hands while walking down the aisle with my mate staring at me like I was his entire world. But now.. I didn’t even remember my own wedding.

My grip tightened around the paper. “Why would you do this, Ryder? “ My voice is broken. “I wanted a better wedding.”

Ryder looked at me like he couldn’t understand me. “This is no time for fairy tale wedding. A short and straight to the point biker mating ceremony is the best, pump—“ the word died in his mouth and he sighed in frustration. “Can you just let me call you pumpkin? Please..” His voice was desperate like he would die if he didn’t call me that.

Despite the anger concerning the sham wedding, a laughter bubbled in my throat. He was cute and delicious to see him struggling to keep his promise. “No!” I refused. Maybe I would consider him if he begged harder… because the truth is.. it’s no longer hurt like before; if anything, I find it cute now.

Ryder rolled his eyes and moved towards the closet, yanked it open and retrieved another fresh set of leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. He unwrapped the towel and I can see his ass—smooth and fair. He started pulling on his briefs.

Heat crept my cheeks. Goddess.. help me not to fall into temptation. “Can you please cover up?” I looked away.

“Oh.. really.” He turned towards me and started walking over. His c**k was huge and straining hard against his briefs. “We are married now. There is no need to be shy.”

My fingers tightened around the spread. My p***y clenched desperately around nothing. “Don’t come closer!” I screamed out in a futile attempt to shut out the desires swirling inside me.

“You’re my old lady and… I have a claim on you.” His gaze is dark now like I’m the f*****g main dish on the menu. “And I want to mark you as mine. Now.”

Before I can blink, he was already by my side and he yanked the duvet off me. I was naked. My n*****s was pink and swollen—calling out for his lips to latch over it. My p***y was already dripping.

“Oh f*****g large t**s and tight cunt.” A growl tore out of his throat. “They are MINE, Elle.”