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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 118 Perfect Life
HildaIt takes me a long time to force my eyes to open. My body feels foreign and I’m freezing. I try to roll over so I can snuggle into Arlo’s always warm arms, but I seem to be stuck in position like a beached whale.Pain rips through my abdomen as though a giant, serrated knife is cutting me open and Arlo’s suddenly by my side, staring down at me in wonder. “You’re awake,” he breathes, looking stunned.The pain abated for a second, but now it’s back with a vengeance and I screech helplessly. Arlo grabs my hand, peppering my face with kisses. “Hilda, you’ve been in a coma for nearly 9 months. You’re in labor, our baby’s being born.”“I’m going to help you through this, just try to breathe. I know it must be confusing. I was so worried you’d never come back to me.” I’m giving birth? Panic grips my heart. Tara said I wouldn’t be able to do that.Screw Tara, she won’t dictate my future. Veilbreaker didn’t kill me and Arlo’s been waiting for me. I never gave up before and I’m not starti
Last Updated : 2025-02-13Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 119 Trapped
HildaI stare at Not Arlo and he looks so much like my soulmate that it shreds my heart. I want this to be real. The bit where I’m awake and I’ve just given birth to our son. Not the part where Arlo’s turned into an asshole.“You’re not him,” I say sadly, handing the baby back to him. “And this isn’t my child.” Chilling laughter fills my head.“Maelor was right, you would have been the perfect host. Zesty, smart and strong. You even have good taste in men. I would have enjoyed fucking this bucking bronco, but you couldn’t let me have that, could you?”I know immediately that the woman wrapping herself around Not Arlo is Morgana. He’s not my Arlo, I don’t give a damn what she does with this soulless carbon copy.Her hair is a cascade of dark curls, coiled like living tendrils around her shoulders, framing her impossibly lovely face. High cheekbones cast sharp hollows in the flickering light, her full lips curled in a knowing smirk as she eyes me. Her eyes, deep green, laced with gold,
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 120 Avarice
DamonThe news reaches me before dawn, whispered in the ears of those who know better than to keep secrets from me. Soren is weak. Not just exhausted or wounded, but broken. The kind of weakness that lingers, that seeps into the bones and never truly leaves.I sit in my office, fingers drumming against the arm of my chair, the firelight flickering against the walls. The messenger, a thin, twitchy bastard from one of my outer patrols, whose name I can’t be bothered to recall, stands before me, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He reeks of nerves, and for good reason.“Say that again,” I order, my voice deceptively calm. He swallows hard. “Soren was badly injured during the King’s fight with the mages. He took a sword in the lung while trying to save Cerelia. He should have died. Cerelia kept him breathing with magic.”His lips press into a thin line, as though the words taste foul in his mouth. “But he’s not what he was. Won’t be for a long time. Maybe never from what I’ve heard.”
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 121 A Glimmer of Hope
HildaI’m trapped. Not dead, not alive, just...here. In purgatory with a jealous witch. The frustration this rouses in me is consuming me whole. It’s not fair. I want to kick and scream and rail against fate and magic and all the rest of it. I want to be with my mate, celebrating my pregnancy.The one that isn’t doomed at all. Morgana orchestrated that entire situation. If I could kill her here, she’d be dead already.Morgana paces, graceful as a panther, though there’s nothing idle about the way she moves. She’s watching me, gauging me, waiting. For what, I don’t know yet, but I won’t give her the satisfaction of showing how unsettling it is to be under her scrutiny.“I can see the wheels turning,” she murmurs, amusement curling at the edges of her voice. “Trying to find a way out?”I don’t answer. Let her think what she wants.She gives an exaggerated, mocking sigh. “You’re wasting your time. Do you think I haven’t spent centuries doing the same? Trying, failing and trying again? I
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 122 Hope Remains
ArloI keep my hand over hers, my thumb tracing slow, idle circles against her skin. It should be warm. She should be warm. Instead, it’s cool to the touch, too still, too lifeless to be the dancing flame that is Hilda.I lean forward, pressing my forehead to the back of her hand, inhaling deeply, searching for any lingering trace of her scent. It’s there, just barely, faint traces of something floral, something uniquely her, but it’s fading. Like everything else.Weeks. It’s been weeks. She doesn’t breathe. She doesn’t stir. There’s no heartbeat, no sign of life. The bond, our bond, disappeared the moment she fell. It should have killed me. It almost did. The absence of it is a void I can’t escape, an endless chasm swallowing me whole.That’s how I know she isn’t gone. There’s more proof in the slight swell of her belly. Where our child is still growing inside her against all reason. Somehow kept alive through magic I don’t understand. But if our child still exists, then so does she.
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 123 Following the Light
HildaMorgana grabs my hair, pulling roughly to try and stop me from fanning that tiny spark back into the inferno it once was. It’s impossible to focus while she yanks my head from side to side and frustrations threaten to boil over.I don’t want to waste time fighting her. I need to get back to my mate and my unborn child. There’s no way for me to kill her here anyway. She’s a spectre. Her real body was turned to worm food a long, long time ago.I want to kick myself for my stupidity. My body isn’t real either. It’s back home with Arlo, waiting for me to return to it. I’m as ethereal as a ghost here. “You can’t touch me,” I tell Morgana with absolute certainty, feeling great pleasure when I see hatred flaring in her eyes.“Go away, Morgana, I don’t have anything more to say to you,” I tell her defiantly, before settling in to concentrate once more. I have no idea whether she’s trying to grab me, because I’m not watching and I can’t feel her at all.I need to dig around and find wher
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 124 Slow and Steady
HildaI must admit, I’d been hoping that coming back to life would involve a lot more naked sexy time. It’s been almost a week and Arlo still refuses to make love to me.At least I know from his frequent and inopportune erections that I’m not the only one suffering. He wants me to regain my strength before engaging in any strenuous activity. My offer to lie there without moving didn’t amuse him.Cerelia’s doing her best with herbal remedies, but Arlo’s presence is the biggest help. I’m increasing the amount I’m able to eat every day and I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to jump Arlo’s bones very soon.“You look so much better already,” he tells me when we wake up on the 7th day after my return. “Thanks baby, that’s just what every woman wants to hear from her lover,” I say snippily.I’m growing irritable from being cooped up and I’m really, really horny. Arlo’s offered to help out with masturbation and cunnilingus, but I want the full experience. He refuses to let me relieve his pressure
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 125 Finally
ArloHolding myself back from making love to Hilda for an entire week has been hell. And she’s been no help whatsoever, ‘accidentally’ rubbing her ass against my cock at night and constantly telling me how much she wants me.She’s regained some color and she no longer looks like the lightest touch will snap her in half. “If anything I do hurts, you have to tell me to stop,” I beg her, running my hand up and down her side lightly.“I thought we’ve established I like it when it hurts a little,” she teases, sucking my lower lip into her mouth and setting fire to my skin in the process. “Hilda, I’m serious,” I warn her, pulling away slightly.“Nooo, come back,” she complains, her fingers digging into my shoulders and forcing me down again with surprising strength. “If I feel any discomfort, I promise to tell you,” she agrees. “But you have to promise not to treat me like I’m made of glass.”“I can’t do that. You’re so small and fragile and…pregnant.” I breathe the last word, wonder fillin
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 216 Watching Eyes
HildaCerelia, Soren, Arlo and I are seated around the kitchen table, talking in whispers. “We need to make sure we pinpoint Malcolm’s position and set someone to stay close until we’ve surrounded him,” Arlo says.Scarlett’s playing with her toys in the lounge and I didn’t think she could even hear us when she speak up in a soft, almost sing-song voice. “He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.”The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog.I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur.“What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 215 Another Way
Cerelia I find Soren outside, pacing in the dim light of dawn. His steps are restless, his brow furrowed unhappily. He barely looks up as I approach, but I don’t need to see his eyes to know what he’s thinking.I already know what’s on his mind. The same thing that’s weighing on everyone. I stop just short of him, reaching out to grip his hand. “There’s another way,” I inform him. I’m a little hurt he didn’t think to at least ask whether there was something I could do to help.He finally glances at me, his sharp, assessing gaze flicking over my face. “What are you talking about?”“The humans,” I say, taking a step closer. “We don’t have to kill them.” He looks at me questioningly, but he doesn’t interrupt. It’s one of the things I love most about him. He’ll always hear me out and carefully consider my input.“My powers are so much stronger now,” I continue, “You know I’ve been practicing and learning so much these past years. If we capture them, I can erase their memories. I’ll do my
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 214 The Hunt Begins
SorenThe forest is still, but I can feel the presence of intruders like a thorn in my side. Nothing feels the way it should. The forest doesn’t want them here any more than we do.Percy moves beside me, his steps as silent as my own, our senses stretched to their limits. The scent of damp earth and the distant rustle of unseen creatures surround us, but we focus only on what matters. Finding the men who don't belong here.Tracking is instinct, something ingrained in me from the moment I could shift. Every snapped twig, every displaced leaf tells a story. And right now, the story unfolding is one of careful, deliberate infiltration.Malcolm's men are good. Not good enough to hide from us forever, but good enough that we have to work to find them. I’m not fond of blowing my own horn, but very few others are in my league when it comes to tracking. Patience isn’t a common werewolf trait, but one that’s imperative in a good tracker.Percy crouches, sniffing the air, his expression tighten
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 213 Impossible Choices
HildaThe cool night air does little to ease the weight pressing down on my chest. The murmurs of the warriors gathered outside the pack house are a dull hum in the background. Everyone is on edge.I stand slightly apart from them, the firelight flickering against my skin, my arms crossed tight against my body as I watch Arlo.His expression is inscrutable, but I know him well enough to know that when his body grows that still, his mind is working overtime and he’s fighting not to show his agitation. His jaw tightens ever so slightly and I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing I am.“If news gets out about our existence, we’re in big trouble,” I say, my voice just above a whisper. Arlo exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “We’ve managed to confirm the presence of 21 men so far,” he tells me.“If we wait, more may come,” I murmur. “They’re probing, testing us. Seeing how far they can push before we react.”He nods, his eyes dark with worry. “Malcolm’s not just playing games. He’s sett
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 212 Safe Harbor
HildaI can still feel Malcolm’s eyes on me, like greasy fingerprints smeared across my skin. No matter how many times I rub my arms, no matter how deep I breathe, I can’t shake the feeling of his presence, his voice, the twisted, hollow mockery of a man who plays at being something human.Arlo is pacing. I can feel the storm raging inside him. It crackles through the bond, dark and furious, an echo of my own unease.“I should have killed him.” His voice is low, strained. “Right there. I should’ve ripped his throat out for looking at you that way. Speaking to you like you’re... a possession.”I know he means it. I don’t doubt for a second that if I asked, if I simply whispered that Malcolm frightened me, that he made my stomach turn to ice and my heart thunder with dread, Arlo would go back. He’d hunt Malcolm down and finish what should have been done long ago.But I don’t want to talk about Malcolm. I don’t want his shadow stretching into this moment, poisoning it. I cross the room a
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 211 Predator
MalcolmThe fire flickers in front of me, licking at the dry wood, sending twisting embers up into the blackened sky. The men are laughing, swapping crude jokes, sipping from flasks filled with cheap liquor. Their voices fade into the background as I think about her.Hilda. I roll her name around in my mind. That face, those blue eyes. Sharp, burning with something just beneath the surface. I wonder what she looks like when she cries. When she begs."They were real lookers, huh?" Carter says from across the fire, nudging the guy next to him. "That one with the blue-black hair was fuckin’ exotic looking and the blonde looks like a real Georgia peach."I smirk but say nothing. They think they understand. They don’t. They see a woman with a pretty face. I see something else entirely. Something wild, something worth breaking.Hilda needs someone like me, not a protector like her so-called husband. As if animals get married. She needs to be taught her place, it’s the only way she’ll ever t
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 210 Chance Encounter
HildaCerelia and Soren sit across from us, their expressions grim. I hadn’t wanted to ruin the mood of their visit, but with humans encroaching on our borders, there was no delaying this conversation.They have to know. All the Alphas will need to be told once we know what these men want."This isn’t the first time a human has wandered close to pack lands," Cerelia says slowly. "But you’re saying this feels different?""It is different," Arlo confirms, stopping mid-stride. "They aren’t just stumbling into the vicinity. They’re moving in a careful pattern, testing our defences and borders. And the only way they’d get across the border is if someone leads them.""That’s what worries me most," I admit. "A werewolf had to have brought them close enough to get past the confusion spells." Soren frowns, “Do you have any idea who?”Before I can answer, there’s a rush of movement outside, and the door swings open to reveal Percy, his breath slightly uneven from running."Arlo," he says, stra
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 209 Troublesome News
ArloThe fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls of our room. The warmth should be comforting, but it does nothing to ease the weight pressing down on my chest.Hilda sits on the bed, cross-legged, brushing out her hair, the glossy strands catching the firelight. She looks up at me, knowing something’s wrong before I even speak.“Alright,” she says, setting the brush aside. “What’s wrong?” I exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. “Scouts have reported increased human activity near our borders.”Hilda’s expression sharpens, her body going still. “Hunters?” I shake my head. “No. This feels different. It’s too…organized and there are too many of them. Not like travelers getting lost or the occasional fool wandering too close. They move like men with purpose. And they’re getting closer.”Her lips press into a thin line. “But they haven’t crossed into our lands?” I shake my head, “Not yet.” She frowns, pulling her legs up beneath her. “Then the
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 208 Reunion
HildaThe moment I see Cerelia shift, I don’t hesitate. I rush forward, wrapping my arms around her before she can say a word. She laughs into my shoulder, squeezing me just as tightly, and for a moment, I let myself sink into the familiarity of her presence.“I missed you,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to look at her face. She looks the same, stunningly beautiful, smart and amazing, but there’s a softness in her eyes when she meets my gaze.“I missed you too,” she says. “I swear, every time I turn around, another letter from you is demanding I come visit.”I scoff. “Because you don’t take the hint the first time. If I didn’t harass you, you’d never make your way here and I’d be left lonely and bereft. I can’t come and see you at the moment, it’s too difficult to travel so far with Scarlett and the warriors would all insist on coming along.”A low chuckle reminds me that we aren’t alone. Soren stands behind her, watching us with amusement. “Are you two done, or should I come bac
