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Once Rejected, Twice Mated Epilogue
Third Person POVThe sun rose over the pack territory like a molten crown, spilling golden light across the dense forest and the sprawling pack house below. Birds chirped as if they were celebrating the rare tranquility that had finally settled over the pack.The breeze carried the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the faint tang of wolf musk from the pack grounds. Alpha Gregory stood on the balcony, arms crossed, surveying the grounds with the sharp intensity that had earned him respect and fear among the pack members. Beside him, Stephanie adjusted the folds of her gown, her eyes scanning the horizon with a quiet sense of vigilance.It had been months since the chaos and yet the remnants of those days lingered in the air, in the way the trees whispered when the wind passed and in the silent glances exchanged by pack members. Gregory’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he glanced at Stephanie, his golden eyes softening.“You’re quieter than usual,” he remarked, his voice low but
Once Rejected, Twice Mated Would I Be Able To Let Go?
Stephanie’s POVThe first time I noticed it, I thought it was a trick of the light. A shadow, a smudge, anything but what it truly was.I stood in front of the mirror in my chamber, the morning sun spilling in through the window and brushing over my skin. Pursing my lips, I tilted my head, pushing my hair aside and exposing the curve of my neck where Davies’ mark used to burn like a brand. Before now, it was always warm, pulsing, and alive. But now, it was faint and barely visible.It was now a ghost of what it once was.My breath hitched as I leaned closer to the mirror, my fingertips brushing the fading symbol.“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…”It wasn’t supposed to disappear but yet, the reddish gold pattern that once glowed beneath my skin was dissolving like sand swept away by the tide.My knees weakened and I pressed a palm to the dresser to steady myself so I wouldn’t fall. “He’s really leaving me,” I murmured, the words thick on my tongue. “He’s really gone.” I gasped, grab
Once Rejected, Twice Mated Never Look Back....
Davies’ POVI never realized silence could feel this loud.The battlefield had already been cleared, the scent of burned magic and spilled blood fading into the chill of the late evening air. Wolves were tending to their wounded. The dragons circling above had begun their slow descent back to their mountains. While all these were going on, the last remnants of the Seekers were being dragged away in chains.But none of that mattered. They were not compared to the weight in my chest nor was it compared to the small boy clutching my arm.My son, my blood, my heir.He was the only warmth cutting through the freezing hollowness inside me.Stephanie stood a few feet away. She was holding Gregory’s surviving twin, her other son. Her hair was tangled, her face bruised in places, dust and soot marking the lines beside her eyes. We were all battered and exhausted but she was radiant to me, in a way she should not have been because she was not mine to keep.I swallowed hard, trying to keep
Once Rejected, Twice Mated He Was Still Alive
Third-person POVThe black sun of the ritual day rose like a bruise in the sky.Clouds churned in unnatural spirals above the Seekers’ fortress, thick with magic as the air trembled with the pressure of a spell that had taken decades to perfect. The ground itself hummed, low, eerie and vibrating like the slow pulse of a dying beast. The scent of sulfur and burnt herbs drifted through the battlefield, where hundreds of hooded Seekers moved in coordinated circles around their towering stone altar.On it lay the child.Davies’ son, small and still, was bound by glowing sigils that clung to his skin like living scars.The elderly Seeker, who was wearing a black robe, stood at the peak of the ritual platform with his palms raised. His voice rumbled beneath his breath, dark incantations twisting through the air like serpents.“Prepare the vessel,” he commanded. Hidden beyond the ridge, the allied armies of dragons, lycans and wolves watched.In the forefront stood Davies, breathing like
Once Rejected, Twice Mated Nothing Would Keep Her Away
Third-Person POVThe forest trembled under the weight of war.Night had long surrendered to dawn and dawn had surrendered to dusk, yet the fighting persisted. It was endless, merciless and unrelenting. For three days and three nights, the alliance of wolves, dragons, and loyal warriors carved through the Seeker’s labyrinth of traps and illusions.The air was thick with smoke and old magic; the earth pulsed with the residue of dark spells. Every inch of terrain was a battlefield and at the center of that storm was Davies fighting with a desperation that bordered on feral.His dragon fire scorched through the night sky, lighting up the Seeker’s compound like a broken constellation. He moved with a singular purpose, cutting down enemies with brutal precision. But there was a wildness in his eyes that was untamed, wounded and frantic.His son was still missing.No one had to ask what that meant to him. It was etched into every movement he made.Beside him, Gregory fought like a shadow
Once Rejected, Twice Mated Let Them Come
Davies’ POV The first thing I noticed when consciousness clawed its way back into me was the cold. It was not the kind that bites at skin or rattles bones, this one was stale, and heavy. It felt like the kind of cold that lived inside the walls, a cold that whispered that hope had no business here. My wrists burned with chains that were not ordinary. I could feel the faint prickle of spell-metal, an alloy forged with ground obsidian, raven bone, and cursed blood. The chain was used by witches or Seekers. My jaw tightened at the word; Seekers. Because it meant everything I feared was already in motion. I lifted my head, my vision adjusting to the dim, flickering torchlight. The room was wide, circular, and carved out of what looked like black stone. Old symbols were etched along the walls making every instinct inside me growl in warning. Then I heard it, a soft whimper that made my heart nearly split open. “Ryder,” I whispered. My son lay curled on the ground a few meters
Once Rejected, Twice Mated He Was Mysterious
Stephanie POVI didn't expect him to answer me truthfully because he wasn't obliged to. Not even when I had gotten so mad and said mean words to him but he did."I went to check the fog. I need more details for me to be able to get rid of it," he replied.I felt guilty for thinking he disappeared becau
Once Rejected, Twice Mated He Disappeared
Stephanie's POVDavies was becoming more and more annoying. How could he say that to me? He just called me ugly, again!I felt like killing him. He was definitely going down with what he was saying. Does he regret being mated to me? I know he would have wanted a very beautiful Lycan woman to be his ma
Once Rejected, Twice Mated Was She A Cannibal?
Davie's POV Was she a cannibal? “ Be a gentleman when you are with a lady," she said, smirking. I can't believe she bit my lips for making her feel good.“ Shouldn't you also be a lady and enjoy the kiss?" I asked, smiling faintly.I love how fierce she is, even if she cuts off my perfect kiss. Then I
Once Rejected, Twice Mated You Look So Cute!
Davies POV I indeed regretted saying that to this cute tigress!Her face became pale and she quivered at the last words from my mouth. I could swear she would have spread her wings and fly away if only she was a bird. Or she would have gladly killed me with her eyes, if she could."Hey, don't be scare
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