All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Hilda)“Get down!” Every arrow that flies by makes me fear for my mate’s safety. I stand above him, staring at the enemy who is approaching quickly. I will protect him until I die, I know that. Because I know he would do the same. “If I don’t make it, I hope you can find your second chance mate and be happy with her…” I say, clutching my weapon. “Hilda, you can’t fight them alone, you have to go! You have to run!” my mate Alpha Soren shouts with the last of his strength. He tries to lift himself off the ground, reaching for me, and I take his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.” I kneel beside him, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Soren. We’re going to survive this together. Or we will die together.” “No!” He yells. “You have to run!”As the words leave his lips an arrow strikes me. I collapse to the ground, laying beside him, as he cry out my name. I want to comfort him, to tell him I am alright, but the pain is too much. But still, I struggle to get back up. I am going to keep

(Hilda)I struggle and try to fight them off, but my muscles are still weak from a year of lying down. Each movement is a painful reminder of my vulnerability. The warrior’s grips tighten, and my attempts to break free are futile. As the crowd recognizes me as the former Beta, their attitudes shift. Hatred and vengeance flare in their eyes. The whispers turn into shots, and more of them surround me, eager to settle old scores. They are not just following orders, they really want to hurt me.The hands that once fought me on the battlefield now claw and pull, dragging me away. Panic surges through me as I feel myself being overwhelmed. Desperation claws at my heart, and my vision blurs with tears. I am on the brink of losing myself when I hear a familiar voice. “Stop!” Soren’s command cuts through the chaos. He pushes through the crowd, his presence halting the onslaught. The warriors hesitate, releasing their hold on me. For a brief moment, a spark of hope ignites in my heart. May

(Hilda)Without a word, my rescuer opens his arms, and I collapse into them. The moment his arms wrap around me, the dam inside me breaks. I sob into his chest, my body shaking with the force of my anguish. He holds me tightly, his hand gently stroking my hair, whispering soothing words that I can’t quite hear over the roar of my emotions. I tilt my head up, my eyes meeting his. There is a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty, and then I press my lips to his. The kiss is gentle at first, tentative, as if we are both testing the waters. But the need, the desperation, quickly overtakes us. I kiss him harder, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He responds in kind, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. His hands roam my back, tracing the curve of my spine, igniting a fire within me. I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. Every touch, every caress, felt like a promise, a reassurance that I am not alone, that I a

(Soren)The night was cold, but the chill I felt had nothing to do with the weather. As the newly-crowned Luna Cerelia lay sleeping beside me, I found no peace in her presence. The guilt gnawed at me, festering like an open wound. Hilda. The thought of her name was like a dagger to my heart, twisting deeper with every breath I took. I had made my decision. In a moment of desperation and confusion, I had convinced myself it was the right thing to do. Hilda had been in a coma for a year, and the mate bond had faded. When I met Cerelia, it felt like fate was giving me a second chance. But now, all I felt was regret. I couldn’t sleep. The image of Hilda’s eyes, filled with pain and betrayal, haunted me. I had promised her everything: love, loyalty, and the title of Luna. And I had taken it all away in the blink of an eye. Rising from the bed, I dressed quietly and slipped out into the night. The pack house was still and silent. I moved with purpose, heading towards the healer’s quarte

(Hilda)King Arlo spun me around, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. “Did you really think you could escape me, Hilda?” I bit back a sob, trying to summon the strength to defy him. “Let me go, Arlo. I don’t belong to you.” His grip tightened, and he shook his head slowly. “You belong with me. We are bonded, Hilda. You can’t deny what’s between us.” “Bonded?” I spat. “Or trapped?” His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous edge crept into his voice. “Why are you running, Hilda? Who are you running to?” “Nobody,” I insisted, my voice trembling. “I just want to be free.” A flicker of doubt crossed his features, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion. “You think I’m a fool? You think I don’t know about Soren?” “Soren?” I echoed, genuinely confused. “What does he have to do with this?” Arlo’s grip on me tightened, his jealousy evident. “You’re running back to him aren’t you? You think you can escape me and go back to your precious Soren?” I shook my head vehemently.