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Chapter Fifty-Three: A Traitor Among Them
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Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Fifty-Four: Setting the Trap
Cassian's POV "The date's already compromised," Rowan said, pacing the length of my study while Lord Bastian sat under heavy guard three floors below us, refusing to speak a single word since his capture. "Whoever's waiting on the other end of that letter already knows exactly when and where to strike. Changing the ceremony now only buys us a delay, not safety.""Then we don't change it," I said slowly, an idea forming with the particular cold clarity that crisis always seemed to summon in me. "We use it."Rowan stopped pacing. "Explain.""Malachar's expecting a ceremony he already knows the details of. Guard positions, timing, exactly where Lyra will stand when the bonding ritual reaches its most vulnerable moment." I moved to the window, staring out at the courtyard where preparations for the claiming ceremony continued, oblivious workers stringing silver banners between the pillars. "What if the woman standing in that spot isn't actually her?""A decoy." Rowan's expression sharpen
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Fifty-Three: A Traitor Among Them
Lyra’s POVCassian's expression darkened steadily as I recounted everything Seraphine had told me, his hands braced flat against his desk as though he needed the solid weight of it to keep from pacing straight through the study wall."You're certain she wasn't lying," he said, once I'd finished."I'm not certain of anything, honestly. I told her that myself, before I left the garden." I sank into the chair across from him, exhaustion from the conversation still weighing heavy. "But if she is lying, I don't understand what she gains from it. She has nothing left to offer Malachar. She's already burned that bridge as thoroughly as it can be burned.""Unless burning it convincingly is exactly what he wants us to believe," Cassian said grimly, though something in his voice suggested even he didn't fully believe his own caution. "I don't like it either way. If she's telling the truth, someone close enough to matter has been feeding him information for months. If she's lying, she's still ma
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Fifty-Two: A Sister's Redemption
Lyra's POV Seraphine found me in the small courtyard garden three days after the Council's decision, her arm still bandaged beneath a modest, borrowed gown, moving with the careful hesitance of someone unsure whether she was actually welcome.The garden had become something of a refuge for me these past weeks, quiet enough that I could set down the weight of Queen and simply exist as myself for an hour at a time. I hadn't expected her to find me here, and some old instinct nearly sent me retreating before curiosity won out instead."I heard about the ceremony," she said, stopping a respectful distance away. "I wanted to ask you something, though I understand if the answer is no.""Ask.""Let me help." She twisted her hands together in front of her, an old, familiar nervous habit I remembered from our childhood, back when the two of us had still shared something resembling closeness. "Not for recognition. Not for anything you'd owe me afterward. I only want to do something that isn't
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Fifty-One: Wedding Preparations
Lyra’s POVThe palace had transformed almost overnight into something I barely recognized, every hallway suddenly bustling with seamstresses, florists, and nobility eager to secure their place at whatever spectacle the claiming ceremony would become."Hold still," Mira instructed, pins held carefully between her lips as she adjusted the fabric draped across my shoulders. "I can't get this line right if you keep fidgeting.""I can't help it. This entire thing still feels like it's happening to someone else, not to me.""Get used to that feeling," Mira said, around the pins. "I have a suspicion it's not going away anytime soon, given everything else about your life lately."Three seamstresses circled us both, murmuring quietly among themselves about hemlines and embroidery patterns, occasionally pausing to hold swatches of fabric up against my skin, checking the way the deep midnight blue caught the light against my now fully silver hair. I tried not to think too hard about how strange
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Fifty: News and Nightfall
Lyra’s POVI heard the Council's decision before Cassian ever found me — servants murmuring in the corridors, a kitchen girl nearly dropping her tray at the sight of me, the whole palace humming with anticipation I hadn't felt directed at me since before my rejection."They approved it," Mira said, catching my arm. "The claiming ceremony. Full Council, formal, no more hiding behind quiet arrangements.""I heard three versions on the walk here, each more dramatic than the last." I managed a small laugh, though my chest still felt too fragile to trust it. "I keep waiting for the part where it's a misunderstanding.""It's not. You're going to be his Queen, in front of the entire continent."The word Queen still didn't fit right, however many times I turned it over. I'd spent so long being overlooked, packing myself into whatever small space the world allotted. It felt borrowed from someone else's story.I didn't see Cassian again until well after nightfall.A quiet knock came at my door
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Forty-Nine: The Bond Deepens
Cassian's POV I watched her from the doorway longer than I probably should have, unwilling to interrupt the quiet concentration on her face as she practiced controlled bursts of light with Mira in the training yard below my study window.Two weeks since the shrine. Two weeks since the envoy's ultimatum, since the sky had burned a second moon into every kingdom's collective memory, since my entire careful, methodical approach to ruling had been upended by forces I couldn't fully predict or control. And still, watching her now, steady and focused despite everything stacked against her, I felt something in my chest settle that had nothing to do with politics or strategy at all.She'd grown so much in these past months. Not simply in power, though that alone was undeniable, but in the quiet, steady confidence with which she now carried herself through rooms that had once made her visibly flinch. The rejected exile who I found collapsed, terrified and broken, bore little resemblance to th
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