All Chapters of Rejected by His Brother, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Iris) The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dense forest, dappling the ground with specks of light that barely penetrated the thick canopy above. I crept forward cautiously, my breath shallow and heart racing. Jasper moved silently beside me, his eyes darting nervously at every rustle of leaves. The forest was eerily silent, as if holding its breath. Suddenly a voice cut through the stillness, deep and commanding. “Spread out! They couldn't have gotten far!” My blood ran cold as I recognized the man leading the search party: Xander. He was a tall, imposing figure with sharp features and a reputation for being relentless. Panic surged through me and I grabbed Jasper’s arm, pulling him towards a bush nearby. The bush had very smelly berries and the pungent odor made my nose wrinkle, but it was our best chance to hide from the keen noses of the search dogs. We crouched low, the foliage barely concealing us as Xander’s voice grew louder. My heart pounded in my ears, an

(Naomi) “Hello, Lucas, or should I call you Elias?” I met Elias’s gaze squarely, my voice laced with a hint of vindictiveness. He lay in the bed, his eyes darkening briefly in response. At that moment, I regretted my choice of words. Elias had changed. I couldn’t afford to provoke him; I had no allies here anymore. “Who told you?” Elias’s voice was calm, but I sensed an undercurrent of tension. I had to tread carefully. My father was imprisoned, Jasper and Iris were still at large, and Alpha Caden’s motives remained murky. Elias glanced over at Caden, who stood by silently with a smirk playing on his lips. They were clearly more than just acquaintances. “A lucky guess is all,” I replied evasively, trying to gauge Elias’s reaction. He didn’t press further, instead dismissing everyone else from the room until only the three of us remained. “Am I under investigation?” I asked, trying to maintain a semblance of composure despite the turmoil swirling within me. “You’re detained

(Iris) As she left, I felt a wave of hopelessness wash over me. The room seemed to close in, the walls pressing down on me. I glanced at Jasper, who was pacing the small space, his frustration evident in every step he took. We were trapped, at the mercy of Alpha Caden and his sister, Leila. The realization settled over me like a heavy blanket, suffocating and inescapable. We had to find a way out, but for now, all we could do was wait and hope that an opportunity would present itself. I started to suspect everything. Leila’s calm demeanor and cryptic words spun around in my head, making it impossible to think straight. I paced the room, my mind racing with questions and doubts. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Why did Caden bring us here after trying to use me to kill Jasper? Was everything a trick? Did he manipulate us into running just so he could kidnap us? But why go through all that trouble when he could have easily taken us without the elaborate ruse?

(Naomi)I stood up after my father stopped breathing. The room was still, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like a physical force. His eyes, once so full of life and secrets, were now closed forever. I took a deep breath, my mind a blank canvas void of emotions, painted only with numbness. Keeling beside his body, I reached for a cloth and gently wiped the blood from his face. It was surreal, this task of cleaning up after death. The blood had already begun to dry, a stark contrast to the lifeless pallor of his skin. As I worked, I couldn’t help but remember the times he had cared for me, the way his hands had comforted me in my darkest moments. Now, it was my turn to provide this final act of care. I folded his hands on his chest, positioning them as if he were simply at rest. The stillness of his form was unsettling. The man who had shaped so much of my life was now just a body, an empty vessel devoid of the spirit that had once animated him. The silence was oppressi

(Elias)When Caden asked to go home yesterday, I didn’t think too much about it. As the Alpha, he is needed there. But to my surprise, Naomi asked if she could go with him out of the blue. I suspected she was trying to run, but she suddenly mind-linked me. “I’m not running, Elias. I just want to be useful,” her voice echoed in my mind, carrying a sincerity I couldn’t ignore. I consented to it reluctantly. The pack house feels empty without familiar faces. Seraphina is uncharacteristically cold, her usually warm demeanor replaced by a frosty distance. Xander is cold, his icy demeanor a constant cloud. I found myself drawn to my father’s study, a place I had avoided for so long. The room was full of history, a history I preferred to ignore. The scent of old books and leather filled the air. I closed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the silence. I stood there for a moment, letting the memories wash over me. “Father,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice barely aud