All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

HildaI can’t tear myself away from the hall where cots have been set up for the women. All of them have woken for short periods and we’ve managed to get them to ingest a little bit of broth and water, but they seem oblivious to their surroundings. Obediently doing what they’re told before lying back down again.“Do you think they’re minds have been destroyed?” Arlo asks, looking haggard next to me. “You need to go and get some sleep,” I tell him gently, but he shakes his head obstinately. “I need to know they’re truly saved and not just in a new environment. Besides, you haven’t left here yet either.” I frown at him, “I slept for several hours in your arms. If you’d like to come and sit in my lap I’m happy to oblige.”He rolls his eyes at me, “I’ll squash you like a little lady bug. I need those legs to be able to wrap around my waist later.” He’s quiet for a while, before admitting uncomfortably, “I’ve been trying to remember who the ones are that I took to their doom, but only 5 of

ArloI don’t deserve the sheer amount of grace that’s been heaped upon my plate. Absolution from the women I’d thought of as my victims, as well as the gorgeous creature smiling at me invitingly from our bed. Right now she’s lifting the covers to show me her nakedness and patting the bed invitingly. “I’ve kept it warm for you,” she purrs, biting her lip and staring at my cock ardently. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful and I know how tired you must be,” I tell her, struggling, and failing, to keep my eyes from fixing on her breasts. “Some things are way more important than sleep,” she informs me. “Get that sexy ass of yours over here.”“Careful what you wish for my queen, you may just get it,” I warn, stalking over to her predatorily. She stills and stares at me, her eyes suddenly full of uncertainty. “Hilda, what’s wrong?” I ask, fear nibbling at my insides. “If you’re not ready, or don’t want such a serious commitment, you can tell me. I’d rather know now.” I

CereliaThere’s no other way to describe me and Soren than loved-up. We’re worse than teenagers feeling the first flush of love and quite possibly randier too. For days we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other and leaving him to attend to other duties feels like being punished.We never had this when we first met and realized we were mated. Soren’s heart was still heavy with the loss of Hilda, made worse by the guilt he carried. She sacrificed her life for his and he felt ashamed for moving on with his life so soon.I was too timid to fully open myself to our sexual relations, always feeling like I was his second choice. Inferior to his first mate in every way. Not to mention that I’d been brought up to believe that a lady acted demurely in the bedroom. Always aiming to please, but never to demand. How wrong they’d been. Soren seems to adore it when I’m demanding.We loved each other, but we never had the opportunity to fall in love. Our time apart is quite possibly the m

Hilda The words are impossible to comprehend. I love Arlo, how could I possibly affect his reign in a negative way? The whole not being able to have children with him thing is bad enough, but what she seems to be saying is that I’ll cause bad things to happen by merely being with him.“What do you mean?” I ask urgently, resisting the temptation to shake Tara by her shoulders. “What’s going to happen? I need to know!” But the young woman is staring at me wide-eyed, blinking in confusion.“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. Did I say something?” she asks in confusion. Her eyes are back to normal, but her skin is pale and clammy. “Yes, as a matter of fact you did. You tried to break up the King and his soon-to-be Luna. Which coincidentally is exactly what the cabal wants. Now you’re pretending to remember nothing, while you spouted answers like a broken water main a minute ago,” Cerelia snaps angrily.Tara looks like she’s going to burst any tears at any moment. “I understand that y

CereliaFighting does not come as naturally to me as magic does. Watching Hilda spin, duck, punch, sweep and stab in one fluid, incredibly fast, motion is humbling to say the least. When she does it, it looks like dancing. My attempts are more like someone rolling down the hill and repeatedly attempting to get up, only to topple over again.“It’s hopeless,” I finally pant, when I fail to block her punch for the umpteenth time. “It’s not hopeless, this is only your first lesson!” Hilda chides. I would love to find a handy barrel of ice cold water to dunk my head in. Sweat is pouring off me.“I’m sure that you didn’t suck this badly on your first day,” I tell her with grave certainty. Hilda shrugs, “I was barely more than a toddler when my parents started training me and I’m sure I wasn’t exactly an imposing figure. It takes a very long time and far more training than you’ll need to become a warrior. You just need to be able to move on instinct and defend yourself if necessary.”“And yo