All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Damon The wedding is sickeningly perfect and I fight the urge to gag as I watch from the shadows with barely contained rage. Hilda stands there like she belongs, basking in the glow of her new title, her new life. As if she hasn’t been the catalyst for everything falling apart.Like she isn’t used goods, who never knew how to act like a real woman. Like she deserves to be the Alpha King’s Luna. What a fucking joke.She smiles up at Arlo, her eyes shining with love and devotion, and the sight turns my stomach. She looks radiant, draped in that pristine white dress, her hair adorned with delicate flowers as if she’s some ethereal goddess. She was never meant to stand beside the king. Her fate should have been to be my toy, not his queen.Arlo grips her hands, his expression soft, reverent. Every movement he makes toward her speaks of possession, of a bond that shouldn’t exist. He stares at her as though she’s the centre of his world, and she stares back at him with the same nauseating

ArloMoonlight pools into the room, painting Hilda’s skin in silver and shadow, and for a moment, I can do nothing but look at her.She’s sprawled across the bed, dark hair fanned out over the crisp white sheets, her lips parted just slightly, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that makes something tighten low in my gut.Her eyes, warm and full of promise, track my every movement. We’ve been making love for hours, but I can’t seem to get enough of her.My mate. My wife. Mine.The thought sends a surge of heat through me, a primal satisfaction that I know is echoed in the way she shivers beneath my gaze. I take my drinking her in. Her bare shoulders, the dip of her waist, the slow, lazy way she stretches, displaying herself to my gaze.“Arlo,” she murmurs, voice thick with longing, my name a whisper that wraps around me like silk. I slide over her, caging her in with my hands on either side of her. “Yes, love?”She breathes out a soft laugh, but there’s no teasing in her eyes, on

CereliaI could have sworn I sensed Damon close by last night. Lurking in the darkness and watching as Soren and I made love. The thought makes me shiver uneasily. It’s obvious that Soren didn’t pick up on anything, he would have spoken up. Maybe I’m being paranoid. I just feel like we may have made a mistake by not killing Damon. Me. I made the mistake. I could have easily ended his life during the duel, but I held back. Both because he’s my brother and I hate the thought of killing anyone.The problem is that his obsession with me means he probably won’t come after me directly. He’ll try and isolate me by taking out everyone I care about. He doesn’t have the numbers to take on our pack, and certainly not King Arlo’s, but Damon is vengeful. He’ll look for a different way. Honor means nothing to him, he only cares about winning.I need to speak to Hilda before she and Arlo leave on their honeymoon. He’s taking her to a place deep in the mountains, next to a lake, he wouldn’t say an

Cerelia The wind is chilly as we cross into our territory. Winter is nearly upon us. It should be a relief to be home, back with our pack where we belong, but unease lingers in my chest.I tell myself Hilda is safe. She and Arlo are far away in the mountains, wrapped in the peace they deserve and undoubtedly entangled in each other, but I can’t shake the feeling that Damon isn’t finished.He’s a thorn that just won’t stop stabbing right into my heart. If he hurts Hilda, or her baby, I don’t know how I would live with the guilt.Soren’s fingers brush against mine as we walk through the gates, and I steal a glance at him. My worries fading for a moment as I appreciate my handsome mate.He looks every bit the Alpha. Broad-shouldered, composed, his presence commanding respect from every warrior who bows their head as we pass. But when his gaze meets mine, there’s something softer there, something just for me.Pack members rush over to offer to help with our packs, but we gratefully wave

TaraI don’t belong here.The thought slips through my mind before I can catch it. Before I can shove it down and pretend it’s not there. I shake it off, pushing through the trees as I follow the edge of the training grounds.The sounds of wolves sparring, of warriors barking orders, of the pack moving like a well-oiled machine, none of it feels like it includes me.I’m an outsider who showed up and brought only bad news and suspicion with her. I’m glad I was able to help Cerelia but I know she never really trusted me and it hurt. I could understand her position after everything with Maelor, but it still hurt.Hilda refused to send me away, despite all the bad omens and terrible news I gave her. She’s been my one shining beacon of light in this pack and with her gone I feel like an outsider again. The one everyone stares at and whispers about.I know she’s coming back, but something in my gut won’t let me believe that things will return to the way they were. Every time I think about h