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Chapter 12 To Take Control
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(Soren)Cerelia’s words about using Hilda as a spy is playing on repeat in my mind as I move through the dense forest, each step careful and calculated. Early morning mist clings to the ground, adding an eerie quality to the already tense atmosphere.I hate the thought of putting Hilda directly in the path of danger, but Cerelia’s right. In the end, I may need her help in order to save her. I’ve been fruitlessly attempting to mind link Hilda, to no avail. Our bond is well and truly severed and she’s no longer a member of my pack.We need her inside knowledge, which will mean finding someone loyal to King Arlo, who could be bribed, or convinced by some other means, to carry a message to her. My search doesn’t last long. The snap of a twig alerts me to the fact that there’s someone close by. Crouching low, I move stealthily towards the sound. Peering through the underbrush, I see him. One of King Arlo's men, a scout named Rolf. He’s young, barely old enough to be a guard and his nervou
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(Hilda) I’m pacing in the garden when my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. I turn to see Rolf, one of Arlo’s scouts, making his way toward me. His usually confident stride seems hesitant and his eyes are darting around nervously.“Hilda,” Rolf says, his voice lacking its’ usual exuberance. “I have a message for you.” The iron weight of dread settles in my gut. “From whom?” I ask.Rolf glances around again before leaning in closer. “It’s from Alpha Soren. He wants to meet you. Says it’s important.” That was the last thing I expected to hear. The timing seems suspicious and the urgency in Rolf’s demeanor only heightened my reservations.“Did he happen to mention where he wants to meet?” I enquire warily. “The old oak near the river,” Rolf replies, “He said you’d know the place.” I nod, my mind racing. The old oak is a place of memories, not something anyone else would know.“Thank you, Rolf, I appreciate you bringing me this message. I know you’re risking
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 223 Tracker
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 222 Unbreakable
ArloAgony pulls me from the darkness. Pain coils through my body, sharp and relentless, as if my veins are lined with barbed wire. My muscles are sluggish, refusing to obey as I try to move.The drug is still in my system, keeping me weak, dulled and vulnerable. I don’t need to see to know where I am.Steel bars surround me, thick and reinforced. The scent of rust and blood is heavy in the air. I know exactly where I am. Hell. And the devil is here, waiting for me to open my eyes.Footsteps echo off the concrete floor and a shadow passes outside the cage, circling me like a vulture waiting to pick over the carcass of something already dying.“Not who I wanted,” Malcolm muses, his voice smooth and casual. The bastard doesn’t even really sound disappointed, though I can see it in the way his lip curls just slightly, the faintest hint of irritation beneath the smirk, “But I suppose you’ll do for now.”“Next time I’ll do the shooting myself and make sure I get my prize. You won’t be aro
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Hilda Arlo is gone. The moment I lost sight of him, something inside me cracked, splintering like glass under too much pressure. But I can’t let it break me.He’s still out there and I will keep my broken pieces together until he’s home. The bond between us is faint but unyielding, a whisper in the back of my mind that tells me he’s alive. Hurting and enraged, but alive.My stomach churns as I feel the echoes of his suffering, the distant pulse of his agony. The pain is foreign yet intimate, his torment bleeding into me through the mate bond. I swallow it down, forcing my expression into something unshakable. The pack needs their Luna to bring back their Alpha.I gather them in the war room, standing at the head of the long wooden table. Not having Arlo by my side feels so foreign and wrong.The tension is thick and I force back my pain so I can be the leader they deserve right now. They’re all here, ready and eager to help. Soren, Cerelia, Percy, Nixie, all of our warriors. All wa
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 219 Calamity
HildaMy heart beats in rhythm with my steps, steady and focused as we stalk through the undergrowth.Arlo is by my side and our warriors move in formation behind us, their wolf forms slinking through the trees like shadows.I strain my ears, my nose working to pick up any trace of human scent, but there’s nothing. All I smell is damp earth and the familiar scent of my own people. The air seems even cleaner and crisper than usual. How the hell are they doing this?Cerelia stays at the back of the pack, waiting for her opportunity to help us. I’m comforted knowing she’s here and even more so that Soren will make sure she runs if anything goes wrong.She’s ready to step forward and cast her spell the moment we find the humans. If we find them. So far there’s been very little to go on. Without Soren’s eagle eye, we wouldn’t even know whether we were heading in the right direction.I grit my teeth. No. We will find them. I won’t lose confidence. We’re faster, stronger and have more to los
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 218 The Warning
NixieThe early morning mist clings to the trees, swirling in ghostly tendrils as I walk. The world is quiet, wrapped in the hush of dawn. Usually this is my favorite time of day, but something about the silence unsettles me this morning.It’s too still. The usual sounds of small creatures rustling in the underbrush are absent.A shiver traces down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Some ancient instinct whispers a warning, telling me to slow down.I halt, scanning the treeline. My breath puffs out in a slow, measured exhale. At first, there’s nothing. Just shadows between the trunks and the occasional shift of mist as a breeze stirs it through the air.I squint suddenly, picking up a different kind of movement in the distance. Something shifts, causing a disturbance in the underbrush, subtle but deliberate. It causes the slightest quiver of leaves. If I hadn’t been watching, I wouldn’t have noticed. But I am watching.My pulse hammers. Someone, or something,
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 217 The First Loss
Arlo Malcolm is nowhere to be found. The place where he was last seen is nothing but empty air and crushed leaves. No scent of him lingers, no footprints mark the dirt. It’s as if he vanished into thin air.But we all know better. He won’t leave, not until he’s gotten what he wants. Whatever the hell that is. Right now, he’s making sure we know that he’s toying with us.I crouch, fingers skimming the disturbed earth. Soren is beside me, his expression grim, nostrils flaring as he scents the air. “Nothing,” he mutters. “No trace of him.”That alone makes my skin crawl. There should be something. Sweat, old food, even the faintest whiff of adrenaline. But the air is clean, unnaturally so.“We keep moving,” I decide. “There’s only one direction he could’ve gone.” He would have been spotted if he came closer to the pack house and the ravine is too steep and crumbly to traverse.We head deeper into the woods, our footfalls silent on the damp leaves. The deeper we go, the worse the growing
