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Chapter 102 Road Trip
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 516 The Song Under the Stones
ScarlettIt starts with a hum so soft it’s barely there. Threaded between breath and heartbeat, too faint to name.I hear it first at twilight, standing at the edge of the meadow behind the main house, where the tree roots tangle into each other and the soil smells too rich.It’s not exactly music. There’s no melody or rhythm. Just a vibration that moves beneath my ribs and settles there like a secret.At first I think it’s the wind. Then I realize with a start that there is no wind.Not even the trees are moving.By the second night, I can’t sleep.The hum turns to a low keening, mournful and coaxing, begging me to come out and look.Erik doesn’t hear it, even lying beside me with his face pressed into the crook of my neck.I fight the urge to wake him and ask whether he can feel something wrong.The moment I think the question, the sound pulses again, insistent and intimate.It isn’t trying to scare me. It’s calling to me.I can lie here for another hour, pretending that I’m not goi
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 515 Wards and Whispers
IlsaThe wards are dying.Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just slowly unraveling.Like thread pulled from the hem of something ancient.It starts in the north-east quadrant, where the grove bends away from the natural leyline.The boundary stones there have been solid for years.Drawn with salt, anchored with blood, reinforced with sun-baked sigils and even a little of my own sweat. But this morning, two of them have cracked.There are no animal scents in the vicinity and I know it wasn’t caused by wind.There’s a faint scorch mark at the base of the standing pine, like something leaned against it from the other side and sighed.And then slipped through.I run my fingers over the stone, searching for residue. The way Cerelia taught me.There’s no magical backlash or residual heat. But I feel the echo of something. A kind of pressure under my skin, a faint hum along my spine, like I’ve brushed too close to lightning without getting struck.Whatever crossed here didn’t want to be not
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 514 We Kiss Like It’s a Language
ChrisI can’t remember when we stopped pretending this wasn’t inevitable.We never said let’s wait. We just… waited. Not because of fear or shame. We certainly don’t feel either of those.But because when something is holy, you don’t rush it. And gods, Elliott is sacred.Especially right this minute.Laid out on the bed in nothing but a pair of soft grey boxers, hair mussed from my fingers, lips swollen from hungry kisses.His chest rises and falls with sharp little breaths like he’s bracing for a crash and hoping he survives it.“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough.He nods, saying, “Chris.”Just my name, but it sounds like please.The first time we kissed, it was all teeth and surprise.The second time was slower. More deliberate. Like building a fire from kindling instead of a spark.This kiss is a detonation, with heat and hunger exploding between us, leaving nothing untouched.I crawl over him slowly, letting our skin brush, every inch of contact electric. His hands slide up my
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 513 The Sound of Dying Leaves
ErikIt’s early, too early for anyone else to be awake.Scarlett’s still sleeping, curled into the blankets, hair a wild tangle across the pillow, mouth parted just slightly.I should stay in bed with her. I should roll back into her arms and pretend this feeling isn’t crawling up my spine like cold fingers.But I don’t. Like an idiot, I slide out of bed without waking her, pull on pants and boots, and step out into the woods alone.It’s not far to the clearing behind the old millstone ruins.I follow the path we’ve walked a hundred times. My breath fogs in the morning chill and dew clings to the hem of my shirt.Everything feels different though. Askew. As if the world shifted by one degree and no one else noticed.The trees seem taller. Shadows drag where they shouldn’t. The scent in the air is old, like books and wet stone and bone dust.And the deeper I go, the less noise there is.There are no birds, no insects. Just the sound of my heartbeat and the leaves crunching loudly benea
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 512 The Wolves Remember
IlsaThe wolves always remember.That’s the first thing Cerelia ever told me when I started digging into the old magic.Before she showed me spellcraft, before she helped me repair the ruins of the first Veil-stone I ever touched, she told me the wolves knew.Not just the people. The land itself. The bones and blood. The scent trails left behind in fur and fang and instinct.It’s not something we say aloud. Not in any formal way. It’s something that lives in our bodies.In the way King Arlo’s eyes go flat and distant when the wind changes. In the way Luna Hilda’s nostrils flare when she hears certain words whispered in the dark.And right now, every wolf on this land is restless. Including me.The others are scattered this morning.Chris and Elliott left early to help Hilda haul firewood. Erik and Scarlett are in the main house, probably arguing over tea and tactical metaphors.I head west, toward the ravine. There’s old, unsettled ground here.I’ve never been afraid of the woods. I g
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 511 Old Bones and Ash Bark
ScarlettSomething wakes me up. It’s not Erik shifting beside me. Or the low groan of the cabin settling.It’s the trees. Or rather the silence between them.I sit up slowly, my heart already beating too fast. I don’t know exactly what I heard, only that it doesn’t belong.Erik’s arm is draped across my waist. He stirs when I move and murmurs my name with sleep roughening his voice.“I’m fine,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Go back to sleep.”He doesn’t, but he lets me go.Outside, the night is pale and cold.The moon hangs heavy and watchful, casting long silver shadows across the clearing. Everything smells like pine and dirt and frost. The way it should.But underneath it, I can smell ash.Not a fire burning, not woodsmoke or heat, just dead ash.I follow the scent toward the edge of the woods.I don’t shift and I don’t call for backup. I just keep walking.Because I need to know if what I feel in my spine is real. If this thing pressing at the edges of my senses is
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