All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

HildaThe moment we cross the border into our territory, I feel the tight coil of tension in my chest loosen just a little. Arlo is home. Safe. And though I can feel how weak he still is, his body already healing faster just from being near me, it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until he’s fully whole again.There’s an entire welcoming committee waiting to meet us. The scent of fresh bread, roasted meat and cherry pie fills the air. They’ve obviously been preparing for our return.Gratitude fills me as the pack gathers, murmuring in relief as they see him. Some reach out, clasping his shoulder, murmuring words of welcome. He nods, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion, but his lips twitch into a faint smile when Cerelia steps forward.“You look like hell,” she says, but her voice is warm. She reaches for him, magic flickering in her hands as she presses them to his chest. Arlo stiffens, then exhales sharply as the worst of his cuts close. The damage is lessened but it’s taken

ArloI wake up with Hilda’s mouth firmly suctioned around my cock. She slaps my hands away when I try and drag her up, not stopping until she’d joyfully swallowed every drop of semen I had stored in my balls.I kiss her deeply, keen to return the favour, but she stops me when my mouth moves toward her breast.“Baby wait. There’s something I have to tell you and if you move any closer to my nipples I won’t be able to stop you.” I see absolutely no problem with not being stopped, but this has to be serious.“What’s wrong?” I ask, my finger tracing a circle around her areola. Her eyes do that stormy thing and I’m dying for this conversation to be over so I can get back to more important matters.“Don’t freak out,” she says, putting her hand on mine to stop my ardent caress. “That’s never a good way to start a conversation,” I say, sitting up slowly.“Ash is here,” she informs me, explaining how our daughter had apparently forced the former demon to visit, because she ‘needs him’ to do

TaraExcitement thrums through me and I try to ignore the way my hands shake slightly. It’s not fear. Not exactly. It’s just been a long time since I was trusted with something important.Since anyone looked at me and saw more than the fragile girl who lost everything. But Hilda does. She believes I can do this. She trusts me to play spy, keep Ash in line and help her find Malcolm.That belief alone makes this worth it. Now we have to talk to Scarlett. If she says no, then Ash won’t be going anywhere. Even if he wants to.Hilda explains to Scarlett what she wants us to do and I hold my breath, hoping this expedition won’t be cancelled before it’s begun.“I don’t know how long they’ll be gone, sweetheart. I know you’re not sure why you need him, but will it be a problem if he leaves for a while?”Scarlett closes her eyes, little face scrunched in concentration, before she shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. Tara and Ash can go play in the city,” she declares, “I won’t need him yet. And wh

CereliaThe morning sun filters through the trees, golden streaks painting the forest floor as Scarlett tugs eagerly at my hand. “Come on, Auntie Cerelia! We have to go this way.” Her little feet dance across the mossy ground as she leads me toward the creek.I chuckle, letting her take the lead. As we walk, she chatters non-stop, her small hands waving expressively as words tumble from her mouth.“Did you know Daddy sleeps like a starfish? Mommy says he takes up the whole bed, but he says it’s because he has to be prepared for danger at all times.” She pauses, eyes thoughtful. “But I don’t think that’s true because I poked him the other night, and he didn’t move at all.”I laugh. “Maybe he was too tired to be on high alert.” Scarlett shrugs. “Maybe. Mommy woke up though and took me back to bed. She said I should let the poor man rest. One female in the house sapping his energy is enough.”I laugh softly, “I guess she’s right.” Scarlett nods, “Mommy can be bossy,” she shares, giving m

AshThe sun is barely up when I jostle Tara awake, grinning as she groans and buries her face in the pillow. "Get up. We’ve got things to do."She swats at me blindly. "You’re insufferable. It’s too early. Go away." I chuckle, pulling the blanket off her. "Nonsense. It’s the perfect time to go shopping." That gets her attention. She lifts her head, bleary-eyed and scowling. "We don’t have money to waste and you don’t need more clothes."I wave a dismissive hand. "It’s not wasting, it’s investing and we’re going shopping for you. If we’re going to Amber’s tonight, you need to look the part. There’s nothing in your pack that would pass muster at an upmarket establishment. Or anywhere else for that matter. Your clothes should be deemed a crime against fashion."Tara groans, flopping back onto the bed. "Shouldn’t you have a hangover? It’s unnatural to have drunk as much whiskey as you did last night and not suffer for it.""It’s because I was made for debauchery," I say with a smirk. "My