All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CereliaI’m just getting started on dinner when someone starts hammering on the door of Maelor’s cottage. We take turns cooking, which I appreciate, even if the food he prepares is barely edible. It’s nice to feel that he sees me as an equal and not his temporary maid.Nobody else has come here since my arrival and he’s a recluse as far as I know. Maybe it’s a lost traveler. Whoever it is certainly seems to be in a panic, judging by the severity of the knocking. Maelor’s gone out to forage for herbs. Many of the ingredients needed for potions only bloom at night, or need to be picked at specific times of the day.“We have a problem-“ the woman snarls, snapping her mouth shut when she takes me in. “Who the hell are you?” she asks angrily. She’s older than I am, appearing to be in her mid-30’s. She’s flawlessly beautiful, with porcelain skin, glossy ebony hair, emerald eyes, ruby lips and an hourglass figure. She should take my breath away with her perfection but it seems too unnatural

HildaArlo’s home much sooner than I expected and he’s very upset about the way things played out. I can’t deny that I’m relieved to know that he and Soren are both still alive. “He’s continuing to spread the rumor that I’m involved with dark sorcery and using Cerelia’s disappearance as an excuse to avoid facing me,” Arlo rails, while I drink him in with my eyes.“Hilda, you have to stop looking at me like I’m a snack. It’s very difficult to vent while you undress me with your eyes.” We’re in his office and it’s the middle of the day, but I don’t think I’ll make it until tonight. “You are a snack,” I tell him firmly as I lock his office door and pull the curtains closed, “And I’m intending to undress you with my hands in just a moment.”His pupils flare with need and he has me pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye, one hand trapping my wrists above my head. “Is that so?” he growls quietly, deftly undoing the buttons on my shirt with his free hand, his lips trailing hot, wet k

ArloMy mate is beyond compare. Her scent is intoxicating to me. Deep, sweet and rich, underpinned by honeyed heat. Lush, enchanting and endlessly alluring. One whiff makes me want to throw my head back and howl. Informing the world that she’s mine.Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are trembling from the effort to hold back her orgasm. Her sweet nectar coats my fingers and I can’t hold back the growl rumbling in my chest. “Mine. I have to taste you.” I rip her pretty underwear with my teeth and immediately bury my head in her sweet, succulent mound. My tongue lapping hungrily at her musky ambrosia, the need to claim her growing out of control.“So fucking good,” I hum, sucking on her clit so more of her juices rush out to meet my tongue. Her walls clench around my fingers and she’s shaking like a leaf. “Arlo. Please. Please, let me orgasm.” Her words help me focus again, reminding me that this is all about her. My desires can wait. I want her to cum on my cock, harder than she

Soren Something isn’t right. I certainly never spoke to Maelor about still having feelings for Hilda, how does he know about that? I’m also just about sure that I can feel Cerelia’s presence here. Perhaps the kindly mage who helped me, isn’t quite so done with the dark arts as he’d like me to believe.“Maelor, I’m in a hurry. I need your help to find where your former associates meet. You’ve stuck your neck out this far, please stretch a little more. I will protect your life with my own if it comes down to it, but I have to find Cerelia.”Maelor shakes his head sadly, looking genuinely sympathetic. “I’m sorry Soren, but I don’t know. They use magic to conceal their presence and the spell will be woven to specifically keep me from finding them.”“You also still practice magic, cast a different spell to undo theirs!” I demand more forcefully than I intended to. He looks at me like I’m mad. “They pool their strength, I can’t fight that. There’s nothing I can do to help you. I’ve told yo

CereliaI can’t see him, but I sense his presence immediately. Soren didn’t leave and he knows I’m here. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m angry about the things he said. His outrageous assumption that either Hilda or I would be happy to share him.But. He genuinely seemed concerned about me and frantic to save me from my supposed captors. He also said he loves me and I believed him.I barely slept last night because I feel so guilty about allowing him to leave without showing myself. And my doubts about Maelor’s true nature have resurfaced with a vengeance. Arista showing up was bad enough, but the way he lied to Soren, without a flicker of guilt to be observed, stirred up all of my misgivings again.I still don’t want to talk to Soren, but I’m not a child and running back inside and hiding under the bed isn’t an option. Sadly.“Fine Soren, you’ve found me. Come out and we’ll talk,” I call out, sure he’s close enough to hear me. I’m hoping Maelor will sleep through the noise. H