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94. ARIANA
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His Rejected Mate 160. ARIANA
The world between dream and waking was hazy, yet somehow brighter than reality itself. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t fear, but warmth. My body was heavy with exhaustion, yet my heart—oh, my heart was full. Tears slipped down the corner of my eyes even before I realized why. Memories that weren’t mine lived inside me, whispering through my veins like blood carrying a thousand years of longing. Seraphina’s life. Her pain. Her love. Her desperate cries for her child. And finally, her peace when the Moon Goddess had held her and promised her a better life.I had seen it all. Lived it all.And now I knew—her better life was me.A shaky breath left my lips, my hand instinctively going to my belly. The faint swell beneath my palm pulsed with promise, the third heartbeat
His Rejected Mate 159. LUCAS
Shane’s voice faded into silence, the story ending like a candle guttering out in a room too heavy with shadows. I sat there frozen, staring at her as though her words were still weaving themselves into the air around me. My throat felt raw, my chest heavy, and yet the ache that spread through me wasn’t only sorrow. It was something else—a strange, unexpected peace, tangled with grief.Seraphina. Her story was not just words, not just fragments of a past long buried—it was her life. Her pain. Her stolen joy. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of it.Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them fall, let them trail down my skin. Maybe I owed her that. Maybe I owed her far more.
His Rejected Mate 158. SERAPHINA
Silence.It was the kind that stretched endlessly, as though the world itself had gone mute. I stood upon what looked like endless clouds, pale and silver, shimmering beneath a sky that had no sun and no moon. My feet did not sink, nor did they move, yet somehow I was standing, breathing—though I was certain breath no longer belonged to me.I was dead.The thought struck me not with fear, but with an aching hollowness that spread through me like frost. I pressed a hand against my chest where once a heart had pounded restlessly, yearning, breaking, surviving. Now there was nothing. Only silence.And yet, even here, beyond the veil, my eyes were not allowed to rest. They sought something—someone. My child. The one who had not even taken his first breath, the li
His Rejected Mate 157. CAELAN
It had been a month. A month of nights when the silence felt too vast, when her voice should have filled these walls but never did. A month of mornings when a child’s soft cry was the only thing that tethered me to this world. He was not mine by blood, not mine by right, yet the moment she had placed him in my arms, with that broken whisper—take him, promise me he will live—something inside me shifted.From that day, he was my son.I sat in the garden now, the late afternoon sun spilling across the stone paths, warming the cradle that swayed gently beside me. His tiny chest rose and fell in rhythm, fist curled against his cheek, lips parted as though he were smiling at some secret dream. Her dream.
His Rejected Mate 156. LUCIEN
Doing right by her.For once in my life, the phrase did not feel hollow. It was not about politics, it was not about appearances, not about the crown I carried like a curse—it was about her. Seraphina. The woman I loved, the woman I lost, the woman whose absence burned holes into my soul that no amount of time nor duty could mend.I stood in the great hall that morning, the weight of the crown heavy on my head, the council gathered around me like carrion birds. Their whispers had grown louder since Caelan left with my son—our son. They thought I didn’t hear, but I did. Every word. Every insult disguised as careful speculation. Every sneer at her name.“She was never meant to be queen.” “She bewitched him.” “She brought ruin.” “Perhaps the gods punished her, punished us, through her.”They didn’t say it to my face, but I knew. And today, I would not ignore it anymore.I slammed my hand against the throne’s armrest, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder across the marble walls. T
His Rejected Mate 155. LUCIEN
I couldn’t sleep.Not anymore.It has been a week since Caelan left with my son.My son.This is probably the first time I have acknowledged it to myself—that he was mine. He was ours. He is ours.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to find ways to sleep. But I just couldn’t. Not anymore. A lot of things haunted me and it was too late.Why did she not tell me? I knew the answer for it. But a part of me wanted to ask her that question anyway, as if saying it aloud would change the truth.Why did I not do anything when I knew that she was pregnant? I saw her… I saw her in a way I had never seen before, I saw her swollen with my child, and yet I didn’t make a move. Not once did I go and check on her. Why?And the dreadful part. The birth.It clung to me like blood that refused to wash away.I leaned forward, pressing my forehead into my palms, when the memory clawed its way back to me—uninvited, merciless.The midwife had been trembling when she came to me that night, her hands still smell
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