All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hilda“I get where you’re coming from, but waiting here will waste time. I don’t know where the glade is, but my family belonged to the same pack for many generations. In all likelihood it’ll be on those lands.” I tell Arlo softly.“Hilda, you were pierced with several arrows and just about dead when I found you. Not to mention that you were skin and bones. Clearly too weak to be running or fighting. That asshole used you for sport.”“I know, but he drove me straight to you, so there’s a silver lining,” I say with a smile, trying to dispel his brooding expression. “I would have found you even if you were on the opposite side of the world,” he growls. “I definitely didn’t need him to try and kill you so I could find you.”“Baby, I love that you’re protective and furious about what he did. If our roles were reversed, I’d feel exactly the same way, but this is more important than that. I’m still alive and happier than anybody has any right to be. We’ll ask Soren to make sure he stays hid

DamonI don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I definitely don’t like it. They’ve infected my sister with magic and turned her into one of those harpies who think they should act like one of the boys. I won’t turn my back on her. We’ll find a way to get her back to normal.“What happened to you?” I ask in a low voice, trying to pull her away from Soren. “Did he have you enchanted in some way? Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to fix…whatever this is,” I say, gesturing at the glowing orb.“Damon, please, there’s no time,” Cerelia begs, her big blue eyes staring up at me. I’ve never been able to resist that pleading look.After my mother died, my dad kind of disappeared from our lives too. There was always food in the house, but someone had to prepare it. I was 10 and Cerelia 3 when I made her a sandwich and a cup of milk for the first time and she looked at me like I hung the moon.Nothing else in the world has ever come close to the way I felt that day. Like a hero. Someone to be

Hilda I’d love to stay right here and roll around on the floor with my king, but we have to get this done. It feels less weird being in Soren’s cabin with my true mate than I could ever have imagined, but it’s still a bit strange.“See, just like a puppy, no self-control,” I keep baiting Arlo, loving the way he bristles in mock annoyance. “Now get up, we have to…Ohhhh,” I moan shakily when he starts lightly rocking his incredible hard-on against me. One hand is already slithering under my shirt and reaching for my nipple, tweaking it through my bra.“You’re right,” he admits huskily, “When it comes to you I don’t have any self-control.” He’s pushing my shirt up, groaning hungrily when my breasts are exposed. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, tonguing my flesh through the flimsy fabric of my bra, those polished amber eyes glowing up at me, before closing his teeth around my nipple and suckling on the tip.A jolt of desire lights up my entire body. “Never,” I whisper tremulously, bury

ArloShe wants to breed with me. In spite of Tara and her doom prophesying, Hilda still wants me to fertilize her eggs with my sperm and see if her belly will swell with our child. I can already picture it. How ripe and lovely she would look. How unbearably protective I’ll be of her. I want it so much. To raise a family with her. To have as many offspring as I can manage to put inside her.But not if it means flipping a coin and the other side is her life. “I can’t lose you,” I tell her huskily, my throat swollen with emotion. “You won’t,” she says with more certainty than she has any right to feel. “I’m yours, Arlo. Death can’t have me, I belong to one man only.”She’s so bloody infuriatingly stubborn. “Yet you refuse to listen to that man,” I argue back. “Belong as in give myself freely to, not as in a slave,” she tells me patiently. “You know I have the strength to do this. I need you to believe in me.”“That’s not fair, Hilda. This has nothing to do with me doubting how tough you

CereliaHilda barely touches the tree when an opening appears at the base of the trunk. She reaches inside and pulls out a piece of gossamer-thin silver fabric which seems to be woven from the threads of moonlight and starlit mist.We’re all gathered around her as she unfolds the fabric and reveals a ring resting inside. It’s carved from almost translucent white bone and etched with swirling patterns that seem to shift when looked at directly.Hilda looks up at King Arlo before slipping the ring on to her finger. I doubt the others see it, but the air around her distorts briefly, as if a thin veil of reality is being peeled back. It’s the most powerful object I’ve ever been around.“If you feel it draining you, take it off immediately,” King Arlo begs her. The stark terror in his eyes breaks my heart and I wish I can tell him Veilbreaker won’t harm Hilda. Ironically, it won’t kill anyone who doesn’t offer their life freely. It will take the life essence it needs in order to nullify ev