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Chapter 8 His Former Mates
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 9 Bonded, or Trapped?
(Hilda)Arlo spins me around, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. “After last night and this morning, is this honestly what you want?” I bite back a sob, trying to summon the strength to defy him. “Let me go, Arlo. I don’t belong to you.” His grip tightens as he shakes his head slowly. “You belong with me. We’re bonded, Hilda. You can’t deny what’s between us.” “Bonded?” I hiss, “Or trapped?” His eyes narrow, and a dangerous edge creeps into his voice. “If you were trapped I’d hardly be finding you all the way out here, now would I? Why are you running, Hilda? Or should the question be, who are you running to?” “Nobody,” I insist, my voice hoarse. “I don’t have anybody to run to, Arlo. I just want to be free and away from everyone and everything that can hurt me.” A flicker of doubt crosses his features, but it’s quickly replaced by suspicion. “Do you think I’m a fool? I know about Soren.” “Soren?” I echo, genuinely confused. “What does he have to do with this?
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 10 Staying
(Hilda)Standing at the edge of the training grounds, I watch the warriors go through their drills. The sight should bring me comfort, seeing as it’s something familiar in this sea of uncertainty. Instead, it only reminds me of what I’ve lost, and what I’m striving to regain - my sense of purpose and my place in the world. I have to get my strength and confidence back, and this is the only way I know how.Arlo’s pack’s different from Soren’s. The warriors move with a fluidity that speaks of years of disciplined training, but there’s an underlying tension in the air. Right now I need to keep my head down and focus on what I can control.I approached Arlo earlier, my mind finally made up. “I want to stay,” I told him, meeting his piercing gaze head-on. “But as a warrior for now, not as your mate. I need to find myself again before I can even think about being in a relationship.” “You think you can just decide that?” he asked irritably. His voice was low, with a dangerous edge to it. “
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 11 A Glimmer of Hope
(Hilda) The early morning rays of the sun is just starting to cast shadows on the training grounds when I arrive.I notice immediately that Arlo’s already there, deep in conversation with Percy. As if his size isn’t enough to make him an imposing figure, there’s also the raw power he exudes. I swear I’d be able to sense his presence from a mile away.As always, seeing him fills me with clashing emotions. A confusing blend of gratitude and resentment. He’s been nothing but kind to me, but his constant presence is both a comfort and a reminder of my unresolved feelings. It’s easier to breathe when he’s not around.Falling asleep in his arms last night was a torturous blessing. I’d spent long minutes feeling jittery with anticipation, more than half certain he’d make some kind of move. When I finally realized he was really just going to hold me, I fell asleep quickly, feeling more than a little bereft.I have to tune out the noise in my head and focus on my training and nothing else tod
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 12 To Take Control
(Soren)The camp is a flurry of activity when I get back, my mind still reeling from the encounter with King Arlo and Hilda. My heart aches at the memory of Hilda’s words and her obvious pain.As I approach the edge of our camp, I see Cerelia waiting for me, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where have you been?" she demands, crossing her arms over her chest defensively."King Arlo summoned me," I reply, trying to keep my voice calm as I explain my absence. "He wanted to talk about Hilda." Cerelia's eyes flash with anger. "Hilda again? What does she have to do with us?""Nothing," I say firmly. "King Arlo's just being paranoid. He thought I was trying to take her back." Cerelia's expression softens slightly, but her eyes still hold a hint of doubt. "Are you?" she asks uncertainly."No," I tell her, shaking my head. "Hilda and I are over. I'm with you now, Cerelia. I made that clear to King Arlo and to Hilda." Of course I don’t add how awful that made me feel.She turns to walk away, bu
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 13 Familiar Warmth
(Hilda)My days are filled with a newfound sense of purpose and I immerse myself in training and the packs’ daily activities, striving to carve out my place among them.Arlo is joining our training sessions as frequently as his duties will allow it and there’s no denying the effect his presence has on me. He seems to draw my eyes like a magnet and send my body heat soaring like he’s my own personal heatwave. Worst of all, he seems to know exactly how much his presence affects me, judging by the swagger in his walk whenever he catches me gazing at him.Thank goodness for Percy’s friendship. As determined as I am to guard myself from being hurt again, I haven’t been able to resist letting my guard down around him. Soren isn’t the only person responsible for breaking my heart. Alec’s betrayal hurt nearly as much and I keep telling myself I should be wary of trusting in anyone at all.I’m not made for solitude though and compared to the blistering effect Arlo’s presence has on me, spendin
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 14 I’m Yours
(Hilda)I can’t sleep and I’m sick of tossing and turning as I replay the conversation I had with Arlo earlier. I can’t deny the frisson of excitement I feel every time he says I’m his, but I’m not about to let him think he can order me around. On top of that, I suspect Percy’s been avoiding me today and that can only mean Arlo had a word with him.I’ve been lying here, hoping he’d come to my room to say goodnight, as he does most nights, but it seems I’m not the only one feeling a little grumpy after our talk.Fine. If he won’t come here, I’ll go to him. I’m not a ‘wait and see’ kind of girl. Taking the bull by the horns is usually far quicker and less traumatic in the long-run.When I reach his door, I hesitate for a moment, gathering my thoughts before knocking. I know exactly what I want to tell him, I just need to make sure the brain fog he always seems to inspire doesn’t get me."Arlo, it's me," I call out when I’m met with a terse, “Go away, I don’t need anything.” We’ll have t
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 15 Another Way
(Soren)The camp is shrouded in early morning mist when I wake up, the remnants of a restless night lingering in my mind. I can feel the heavy sense of anticipation hanging in the air and I know Damon’s been talking to the warriors.I find Cerelia waiting for me in the kitchen, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and worry. "We need to talk," she tells me, her voice low but firm. In a camp full of werewolves, it’s not always easy to keep things to yourself."Soren, we need to discuss Hilda," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We can't ignore the fact that she holds valuable information. If you’re going to challenge King Arlo, we need every advantage we can get. I don’t want you walking into danger if she can help keep you safe."I hesitate, the thought of involving Hilda stirring a mix of emotions within me. "Cerelia, I don't know if that's a good idea. Hilda's already caught in the middle of this mess. Dragging her deeper into our plans could put her at even
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 16 The Curse
(Hilda)I wake up to the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Arlo’s arm is draped possessively over me, his breathing steady and calm. Last night's intense emotions has given way to a quiet intimacy, and for a moment, I feel a sense of peace.Unfortunately I can’t stay in bed forever; there’s a whole new world waiting for me outside. I carefully scoot out from under Arlo's arm, doing my best not to wake him as I dress quickly and quietly, taking a moment to watch him sleep before stepping out into the hallway. The pack house is already bustling with activity. I follow my nose to the main hall, where the enticing smell of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee is wafting from. A few pack members are seated at the long wooden tables, enjoying their breakfast. My heart sings when they greet me warmly, their smiles genuine."Good morning, Luna," a young woman says affably, her eyes shining with warmth. "Would you like to join us for brea
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 224 A Summoning
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 223 Tracker
PercyThe city hums with life, humans hurrying through the streets, wrapped in their own worries, never once considering that wolves stalk among them. Which makes my job so much easier. They also have no reason to fear us, since we’ve never actually hunted humans.Nixie moves beside me, her steps careful, gaze sharp as she studies every car that passes, every figure that lingers too long.She’s more comfortable in the wild, where the air is fresh and the only noise comes from insects, animals and us. Here, the air is thick with gasoline and rot. The smell of so many people pressed together makes tracking damn near impossible.But impossible isn’t in my vocabulary. I have no idea how some of us manage to live in the city. The constant assault on my senses is disorienting.The bastards didn’t even try to cover their tracks this time. The tire marks leading into the city were fresh, and the scent of Arlo’s scent clings to Malcolm’s men like oil on water.We followed the trail for miles
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
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 221 Madness Descends
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
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 220 The Wrong Wolf
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 219 Calamity
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 218 The Warning
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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
