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82. LUCAS
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His Rejected Mate 83. ARIANA
Pain gripped through my stomach making me wince. I held my bandage and looked at my palm to see if I was bleeding again. Shane had done a good job bandaging me and stitching me up. The wound from Ryan’s birth was still healing and this was just a few inches above that. The war was another big chaos. The vampires were one hell of people, and their way of war was another league altogether. I walked to the end of the tent, looking out to the battlefield, where the wolves lay healing. The pack doctors, bless them, were doing their best, but the weight of everything was catching up to all of us.A chill swept through me—one that had nothing to do with the wind.Shane appeared behind me, her face pale. “Ari,” she said, her voice cracking. I turned, heart slamming against my ribs. “What happened?”“The packhouse,” she whispered. “They broke through. The vampires… they got to the packhouse.”For a moment, my body turned to stone. The world spun. “The children?”“We don’t know. We’re getting
His Rejected Mate 82. LUCAS
There are levels of torture, hurt, agony and worry. And one of the highest is betrayal. The vampires acted as if they were the most polished and well-established members of the community, and their sacrifice, as they proclaimed, to please their other higher-rank members, seemed like a façade. The fear of being eaten alive and defeated at the end, seemed to creep a sense of fear in them.I’d seen them on the battlefield—some of them elegant and merciless, others wild and untamed. But today… today something was off. Not all of them were fighting with their usual fervor. Not all of them looked like they even wanted to be there.At first, I thought it was my imagination—wishful thinking. After all, I was exhausted, drained, and fraying at every edge. Ariana was still recovering, barely alive, being tended by Shane and the other healers behind the lines. But then I saw it again. A vampire with ash-blonde hair stood over one of our injured warriors. He raised his clawed hand… and paused. Ju
His Rejected Mate 81. ARIANA
The pain was dull now — not sharp like it had been yesterday. Not the searing kind that made my body jerk or my mind scream. This pain was deeper. Softer. The kind that makes you float somewhere between sleep and sorrow, somewhere between memory and madness.I was healing. Shane said I would live.But I wasn’t sure that I wanted to.I lay still in the tent, the air heavy with smoke and antiseptic, with the rustle of bandages and whispers of broken warriors. I could hear Lucas barking orders outside, his voice rough with exhaustion. Aurora’s name clung to my throat like a prayer I couldn’t whisper. My body wouldn’t move the way it should — not yet. My ribs were still cracked, muscles torn, and a part of me felt like it had been ripped away completely.
His Rejected Mate 80. LUCAS
The world had turned red.It wasn't just the blood soaking the ground, or the flames licking the tree line. It was something deeper — a rage, a fury, a heartbreak that turned every breath into fire. The moment I saw him, my fists clenched so hard I thought they might shatter.Xavier.But this wasn’t the Xavier I had once known. No trace of humanity remained in his eyes. They glowed an unnatural crimson, and his skin looked like pale stone under moonlight. A dark mark curled across the side of his neck, pulsing like a living thing. He stood tall, cold, still — until the killing began.He didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate.He moved like a weapon forged in vengeance.
His Rejected Mate 79. LUCAS
The battlefield was soaked in blood. The scent of iron clung to the air, heavy and choking, and I could taste it with every breath. My muscles ached, my wolf growled beneath my skin, but I couldn’t shift again—not yet. Not while we were surrounded by wounded warriors and smoke.We had won that day. Barely.But victory didn’t taste like glory. It tasted like ash.I was limping through the battlefield, checking for the fallen, calling out names I didn’t want to forget, when I heard it.A scream.Not just any scream. Hers.“Ariana!”It tore out of me before I realized I was running. I shoved past fighters, jumped over collapsed tents, stumbled through pools of blood and bodies—living and dead. I didn’t know who was still standing. I didn’t care. I needed to get to her.When I found her, I couldn’t breathe.She was on the ground, curled around her stomach, blood soaking through her armor. Her wolf—Saya—was already retreating beneath her skin, the shift collapsing from pain or fear. Her eye
His Rejected Mate 78. LUCAS
The battlefield was chaotic.Blood soaked into the dirt beneath my feet. Screams echoed across the field—wolf, vampire, even human. The stench of ash and iron burned in my nose. I moved like instinct, blade in hand, lungs heaving, every limb screaming from the weight of war.We had won the morning, barely. But they came again—angrier, faster, crueler. This time with spells that tore the earth, that turned the sky the color of fire. They didn’t care about victory. They wanted devastation.And I gave them hell.One vampire came at me, fangs bared, black claws flashing. I ducked, drove my blade through his ribs, twisted hard. He crumpled with a shriek, melting into ash.A second one lunged at my back—I barely turned in time to block. His claws sliced across my forearm, tearing through skin. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the pain, and slammed my elbow into his face.More came. There was no end.At some point, I lost track of where Ariana was. Or Jake. I was just moving—killing, blocking, ga
His Rejected Mate 77. LUCAS
The battlefield wasn’t quiet tonight. Not like before.It hummed — with the steady breath of wolves, hundreds of us lined up in formation, claws half-sunk into the soil, waiting. The scent of iron and ash clung to the air. Fires glowed in the distance — torches lit by the allied packs, forming a wall of flame behind us, a symbol of the unity we’d forged.For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel the pit of dread. We weren’t just defending anymore.We were fighting back.The packs had answered our call. One by one, they’d arrived — warriors from the North, rogues from the East who bore no crest but stood beside us like blood kin, and older packs from the South whose leaders hadn’t stepped into war in decades. And when they’d seen Ariana — fierce, strong, her rare white wolf radiating something unspoken — they had pledged more than just warriors.They had pledged hope.I stood near the front, just behind the first defensive line. Ariana was beside me, human still, but already alert — h
His Rejected Mate 76. ARIANA
Dawn hadn't broken yet, but the sky was already stirring — a bruised shade of purple and blue, streaked with pale wisps of light. The kind of sky that made you forget, just for a moment, that the world was on the brink of chaos.But there was no forgetting today.The camp was quiet in a way that didn't feel peaceful. It felt heavy. Thick. Like every breath was a reminder of what we were about to do… or lose.I stood at the edge of the barracks, Ryan strapped gently to my chest, his tiny heartbeat thudding against mine like a drum far too innocent for this kind of morning. Aurora clung to my side, her little hand tangled in the hem of my coat. She wasn’t speaking much these days. She just watched. Understood things she shouldn’t have to.Around me, people moved in silence.Warriors checked their packs one last time. Mothers knelt beside sleeping children, brushing their hair away from their faces, pressing kisses to foreheads as though trying to memorize the feel of them. Mates clung t
His Rejected Mate 75. ARIANA
The moonlight was different tonight.Even with the weight of fatigue pulling at my bones, sleep didn’t come easy. Ryan stirred beside me, his small chest rising and falling with a rhythm that used to soothe me. Not tonight. Tonight, everything felt... off.Lucas had left the tent a few hours ago — another emergency meeting, another report, another piece of the puzzle falling into place, but not fast enough. I stayed behind with the children, trying to cling to whatever peace I could still grasp.But when I finally did close my eyes, I was no longer in the safety of our camp.I stood in a field of ash.The sky was black — not night-black, but stained, unnatural, like ink spilt across a canvas. No stars, no mo
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