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Chapter 152 Back to Reality

작가: Judith GW
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-03-05 10:58:55

Arlo

Packing up the few belongings we took with us to the mountain cabin takes less than a minute.

“I don’t want to leave,” I tell Hilda, eyeing the wonderfully inviting bed again. She laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Our people need us to come back. The only real difference is that we’ll be wearing clothes back home, nothing else was all that different here.”

She’s not completely wrong. We do fuck a lot at home too, but not whenever the mood strikes. Which is every minute of every day.

I shouldn’t complain. Leading our people is a privilege, even more so now that I have my incredible Luna by my side and our firstborn on the way.

The moment we cross the border into our territory, I can feel it. The air is thick with expectation, the weight of responsibility settling back onto my shoulders like an old, familiar cloak.

Hilda runs alongside me in her wolf form, her sleek coat brushing against mine as we cross the final stretch home. We haven’t spoken much since leaving the moun
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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 468 The Tether Burns

    ErikThe glyph on my wrist flares before I even reach the stairs. It’s not a tug this time. Not a whisper. It’s a warning.I stumble, catching the banister with one hand, sucking air between my teeth as the heat sinks in, winding through my bones like wire pulled too tight.Scarlett. She’s close by and angry. But not afraid.Victoria’s magic is coiling in response. Reactive, defensive. But there’s no strike.Not yet.I breathe through it and keep moving, one step at a time, hand clenched around the throbbing burn beneath my skin.By the time I reach the rooftop, the worst of it has passed.There’s only smoke curling from a jagged line in the gravel. A burned mark drawn like a blade across the rooftop’s skin.And Scarlett is standing just beyond it, breath ragged, eyes distant. She doesn’t look at me when I approach. Not until I speak.The line was drawn and Victoria chose to leave. I know that’s never been an option for my fierce werewolf warrior princess.Scarlett’s hand is trembling

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 467 The Line in the Ash

    ScarlettI find her on the rooftop. Which annoys me, because this is my place. She doesn’t belong up here.Her silhouette is framed by starlight and there’s no denying her allure.She stands with her head tilted back, chestnut hair catching the wind like she’s waiting for the night to crown her.She knows I’m here. She hasn’t turned yet, but she knows.“I wondered how long it would take for you to come and look for a fight,” she says.I don’t respond.I step forward instead, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. Magic coils under my skin, bright and alert, ready to surge at the slightest wrong move. My hands are steady.Not because I’m calm. Because I’m done pretending I need to be. She put a hook in my boyfriend, she’s lucky I’m not incinerating her where she stands.Victoria turns to face me. Her eyes shine like polished glass. Cold. Pretty. Empty.“I thought you’d be more subtle,” she says, offering me a cruel smile. “Something like a veil of fire, a theatrical monologue. But no.

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 466 Bared

    ChrisThe sheets are twisted beneath us. Not from sleep. We haven’t even tried.I should go back to my own bed, but not even a herd of elephants would be able to drag me away from him right now.Elliott lies next to me, his arm folded beneath his head, shirt long gone, breathing slow. Steady. Measured. Too measured. He’s obviously pouring all of his concentration into not panting.I’m not doing much better. My blood hasn’t cooled since the second his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh. And stayed there. Just resting. Warm and maddening and so close to undoing everything we swore we wouldn’t do yet.The room is quiet. Too quiet.I shift and feel my stomach clench when the back of my hand brushes the skin of his hip.He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t have to. His scent spikes and I can spell the want on him. The need. The bare-knuckle, drag-down desire. I’m sure I reek of it too.“Chris,” he whispers.“I know.”We lie there for another breath. Maybe two. And then I roll toward him. Cl

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 465 Weavers in the Walls

    CereliaThe threads are humming through the walls. It’s barely there, but inescapable. Like a vibration beneath my ribs.Like something ancient stirring in a bed of stone.I sit cross-legged in the library, surrounded by open books, cracked scrolls, and pages so brittle I have to breathe carefully.This isn’t Scarlett’s magic. It’s the type of presence that watches before it speaks. That waits to be noticed. Scarlett’s magic is brash and loud, this slithers.I don’t call to it. Not yet.The scroll in my lap is etched with a language older than wolves, older than kings.Language of the Loom. The script hovers faintly above the parchment like it’s alive, whispering meaning if you’re quiet enough to hear.I trace the glyph for “Watcher.” Then the one for “Thread-Keeper.”The name appears a line later. Loki.Signe’s footsteps are soft, but not sneaky. She enters with two mugs and sets one down beside me before sitting. Her fingers are ink-stained. I know mine are too.“You haven’t moved i

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 464 Sparks and Teeth

    HildaArlo’s hands are bruised again.I don’t ask from what. I can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he needs to break something, and since he hasn’t broken anyone, I assume the nearest tree got lucky.He watches me from the doorway like a wolf with blood in his teeth and nowhere to run.“I’m not in the mood for talking,” I say without looking up.“I wasn’t planning to ask you how your day was.”Good.I toss the worn cloth I’d been folding onto the edge of the bed. “Door.”He kicks it shut.The lock clicks. Not softly.I turn and he’s already moving.We collide like we always do. No preamble, no ceremony, just need.I sink my fingers into the collar of his shirt and yank him to me. His hands grip my waist like he’s claiming territory, not a woman. His mouth crashes over mine and I meet him there, teeth and breath and tongue.It isn’t gentle. We’re rarely gentle.He growls low in his throat when I bite his bottom lip. I push him back until he stumbles and lets me slam him aga

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 463 The Watcher’s Smile

    ScarlettThere’s blood on Erik’s wrist where the glyph flared too hard.He doesn’t notice. Or maybe he does, and he’s too tired to care.I press my palm to his skin and breathe slowly through my teeth, watching his magic recoil from mine before settling in again. Trembling, reactive and raw.“She reached through it,” he says. “Not just tugged. She threaded through me.” I know how he feels. The violation of it. Loki’s done the same to me after all.I trace the edges of the glyph. It’s burned into him, not inked. Not carved. A living thing, coiling beneath the surface, rooted in places I can’t see.“How far did she get?”He swallows. “Far enough to try showing me what you’d become.”I look up.“Did it work?”“No.” He closes his eyes. “But it scared the hell out of me.”Good. Let the fear stay sharp. Let it remind us what we’re up against.I sit back on my heels, hands in my lap, power crawling up my spine like a second skin.“I want it gone,” he says. “I don’t care what it takes.”“You’

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