The Rejected Mate's SSS-Class Awakening

back. Kaelen is waiting for me." Lyra t

ion storm, her military boots sinking deep int

tearing at her exposed skin, the severe

blood-stained hand death-gripping th

fering through the agonizing torment of his beastly berserk heat right no

ragged her broken legs toward the heavy airlo

ut the silver emergency key, using every last

s slowly parte

a wave of nauseatingly explicit flirtation. The warm luxury insi

r at serving me than Lyra, that dead fis

On the massive leather sofa, Sylvia, the A-class healer, had her clothes half-open, wr

s trash is so boring, why don't

for, was panting heavily. The mouth that had once sworn e

ing, she's literally like a block of wo

lling heartbreak instantly swallowed her who

ice-blue eyes originally filled with lust instantly repla

antly. In a massive panic, the arrogant S-class Commander v

ell flat on his face, knocking over an expensive crystal table. He sprawled on the floor in an

iliated rage. Dropping the act entirely, he haphazardly pulled himself u

earance right now! You, a good-for-nothing E-class piece of trash, can't even compare to one of Sylv

tedly pulling her collar together. Her large

n't even protect yourself, you only drag him

, the biological daughter for whom Lyra had secretly drained her own life force to sta

a noble A-class healer deserves to be my mom. Not only are you useless, but yo

ly sliced open how this scumbag and hi

hand, and the soothing crystal she had risked

shing the precious crystal into a floor full of glowing dust: "T

ust on the floor

replaced by an absolute, freezing clarity. She slowly stood

olors today." Lyra's lips curled into a sneer of utter contempt. "Kaelen, take your white lotus an

ouple, Lyra turned around, facing the howling i

r Network terminal and pulled up a highly classifie