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107. XAVIER
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His Rejected Mate 123. LUCAS
The morning air was crisp — a little colder than usual, as if the land itself held its breath. Dew still clung to the grass, glinting beneath the golden sunrise like a thousand blessings waiting to be claimed. I stood at the center of the clearing — the very place where so much had fallen apart, and so much had been rebuilt.My heart beat steadily in my chest. Not with fear this time. Not with grief. But with something else.Purpose.The pack began to gather around me in a slow, reverent hush. Faces I knew, ones I’d grown beside, bled beside. Some still bore faint scars — physical or otherwise — but their eyes were clearer now. No more war. No more survival. Just life. And I would be the one to guide it.A rustle behind me. I didn’t ne
His Rejected Mate 122. LUCAS
She toddled toward me with uneven steps, her little hands stretched out for balance, curls bouncing with each wobble. Her mouth was open in a toothy grin, and in her chubby fist, she clutched the half-chewed ear of her favorite stuffed fox.“Aah!” she exclaimed, pointing up at me.It wasn’t a word exactly, but I knew what she meant. I knelt and opened my arms, and she crashed into me with all the grace of a rolling peach.“Hey, there’s my sunshine,” I whispered, pulling her close. She smelled like milk and whatever Ariana had cooked earlier—maybe cinnamon and apples. Her tiny fingers latched around my collar as she nuzzled into my neck with a sleepy hum.She didn’t speak in full sentences yet—just fragments, babbles,
His Rejected Mate 121. ARIANA
The world outside was painted in soft golden hues of the late afternoon sun. The war had ended. The nightmares had dulled into background noise. And life—however fragile—was beginning to feel real again.Ryan’s soft coos filled the modest cabin’s living room as he stretched his chubby limbs on a blanket laid out beneath the window. Aurora, now a chatterbox of giggles and barefoot adventures, stood near the couch arranging her little animal figurines, completely lost in her own world. Her hair had grown longer, curling into loose spirals that framed her cheeks like the edges of a flower in bloom.I sat cross-legged on the rug, a dish towel still tucked into my waistband, watching them as the late sun slanted through the windows. This peace, this silence—it used to feel foreign, as if it were borrowed time. Now, it felt earned. Fough
His Rejected Mate 120. LUCAS
The dawn was gentle, shy even, as if the world itself was still learning to breathe again. The heavy weight of war had finally lifted from the land, leaving behind a quietness so profound it almost felt sacred. I stood at the edge of the forest, where the trees gave way to rolling fields bathed in the soft, golden light of morning. The pack was slowly waking, laughter and familiar voices drifting on the breeze like a balm for my tired soul.It had been months since the fighting ceased — months since blood stained our lands and fear ruled the nights. Yet the scars remained, invisible to outsiders but etched deeply in the hearts of those who had survived. I could see it in their eyes, in the way they carried themselves: wary, cautious, fragile. Like warriors who had laid down their weapons but still stood alert, listening for shadows that might never come.
His Rejected Mate 119. XAVIER
The night air was cool but heavy, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. The clearing where the ritual would take place had been prepared meticulously — stones arranged in a perfect circle, runes etched deep into the ground, and the Moonstone placed at its heart, glowing with a pale, unyielding light. I could feel the ancient power thrumming beneath my feet, a power both terrifying and necessary.I stood just outside the circle, alongside the witches who would conduct the ritual. Their faces were grave, lips moving in silent prayers as they called upon forces older than time itself. I watched Sophia closely. She sat on the stone pedestal in the center, surrounded by shimmering chains of light designed to contain her even as the ritual stripped her bare.Her silver hair fell in tangled waves around her face, damp with sweat, clinging to her cheeks
His Rejected Mate 118. ARIANA
The clearing was ancient, sacred, and alive. Moonlight poured down through the thick canopy, casting silver webs on the forest floor. The air was crisp, cold in the way only nights after a heavy rain can be — as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for a verdict older than time.At the center of this clearing sat the Moonstone. Smooth and pale, it rested atop a stone pedestal carved with runes older than the oldest witch in our coven. The stone pulsed faintly, as if breathing — glowing softly in response to the ritual about to unfold. This was no ordinary trial. This was divine judgment.Around the Moonstone, the council of witches had gathered in a tight circle. Their hands were linked, fingers entwined with a steady purpose born from centuries of tradition. Their voices rose in a low, hypnotic chant, weaving a tapestry of power and
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