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Chapter 351 Unspoken Truths
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 586 Don't Look at the Moon Too Long
ElliottI should be sleeping.But the air feels wrong. Thick with magic, bitter like iron and honey mixed together.The kind of air that makes your teeth hurt.Everyone else is curled up near the campfire, far enough apart to have space, close enough to not feel alone.Chris is breathing slow and deep, like he's totally out, but I know his rhythm well enough to tell when he's faking it.And I know he's listening.Just in case I scream again.I don't plan to. Not tonight.Tonight, I'm not even looking for answers.I'm just walking. Circling the clearing. Letting my thoughts spin and burn.The moon hangs low, swollen and covered.It's been weird for days. Showing up where it shouldn't, too big, too red, then too pale, then suddenly gone.Like it's watching us but forgetting how to stay solid.Then I trip. Not over a branch. Not a rock. Something soft, crumbling at the edges. I drop down fast, heart hammering.There, half-buried in the dirt, wrapped in waxed cloth and what looks like fur
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 585 The Wild Demands Blood
ChrisIt starts with a smell that keeps changing.Not quite rotting. Not quite magic. Something in between. Like burned hair and rain hitting hot pavement.Every step I take, it shifts. Gets older. Sharper. Hungrier.Elliott and I are scouting ahead, the others just behind a hill.I wave for him to hang back while I circle around. My claws are itching under my skin, my wolf pulling toward something I can't see.Then everything changes.The trees grow taller. The fog gets thicker, sticking to my boots, my throat, behind my eyes.And the smell gets stronger. Not carried on the wind anymore. Coming from me.I spin around.Too late.Something made of mist and teeth slams into me, knocking me flat.All the air rushes out of my lungs. I fight back hard, but my claws slice through vapor and fur that shouldn't exist together.Fangs sink into my shoulder and pain shoots down my arm like lightning.I howl. Not scared, pissed. Pure instinct. Survival mode.The thing hisses in some language I don
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 584 Names Etched in Smoke
IlsaSmoke curls through the air like it remembers something. Like it’s been waiting for me.We’ve made camp beside a stream, its’ waters whispering soothingly over smooth stones, but I can’t sleep.Not with the brand on Elliott’s shoulder still pulsing faintly.Not with Loki’s laughter still scraping the inside of my skull.And not with the dreams clawing at the edge of my vision, waiting to be let in.Caelan is nearby, sitting motionless beneath a tree, silver eyes half-lidded like he’s watching the stars and not watching me.But I know better. He’s always watching me.I turn from the others and walk.Deeper into the trees, until the air thickens, until the mist smells of memory and the sky above turns colorless.The forest shifts. Not violently, but with eerie certainty, like it knows where I need to go.The shrine finds me, not the other way around.The stones are old, smooth with age and hollow with purpose. They curve in a circle around a pool so still it looks like glass.Runes
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 583 The Trickster's Teeth Are Smiling
OmniscientIt starts with laughter.Not the warm kind. Not the kind that bubbles up in joy or affection.No, this laughter weaves through the trees like vapor and vice, curling through the leaves with a sound that makes the hair on the back of Elliott’s neck stand up.Chris’s hand flies to his axe.“No,” he mutters. “Nope. Absolutely not. We are not doing this again.”“You say that like it’s up to you,” Ilsa says, a touch too brightly, already drawing one of her blades.Scarlett lifts her head slowly. “It’s him.”Erik’s eyes narrow. “Loki.”And then he’s there.One second, just wind and trees.The next, a ripple of light, and then a man lounging in mid-air, boots crossed at the ankles, a braid of blue-black hair falling across one shoulder.His grin is all teeth and chaos.“Miss me?” Loki drawls.Chris groans aloud. “Gods, you’re like a fungus. Turning up in all the darkest places.”“I’ve been called worse.”Loki flips through a phantom deck of cards, the images on them flickering. Wo
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 582 The Burnt Grove Still Bleeds
ScarlettWe shouldn’t have come back here.It creeps in, unseen but undeniable, bending the air around me.The taste of copper and something older on my tongue.The pressure swells quietly under my skin, in the silent places fire makes its’ home.The seam we sealed a few days ago is no longer dormant.It pulses with life.Golden light seeps from the cracked earth like blood.Slow and thick, illuminating the shattered ring of burnt trees around it.Ash kicks up with every step we take, and I swear the grove is breathing.Not in a rhythmic way, but with stuttering, panicked gasps.Erik reaches for me the moment I start to sway. His hand is firm on my waist.His grip pulls me into presence, into now. Into him.“Scarlett,” he says softly. “Your eyes-”I close them, but it’s too late. The gold has already overtaken the blue.I feel it burning behind my eyelids, feel the magic trying to crawl out of me.This time, it doesn’t strike, it latches on.It wants out.No. It wants in.It wants me.
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 581 Marked by Flame
Ilsa & CaelanIlsaCaelan doesn’t ask this time. He doesn't have to.The moment we’re alone, I’m on him, or maybe he’s on me, I can't tell where it starts.Fingers tangle in hair, in leather, in cloth. Teeth graze my throat, and I gasp, breath caught on the ragged edge of need.His magic sparks along my skin, amber and silver flashing like firelight.I push him back until his spine meets a moss-covered tree trunk, and he laughs into my mouth, low and wicked."Possessive tonight, little wildling?"I sink my teeth into his lip in answer.He groans and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. My thighs clamp around his waist, friction grinding us together through far too many layers."You started it," I whisper. "With your secrets and your quiet storm."He walks forward, pressing me against the nearest stone slab. The one still warm from whatever ancient energy lingers.His hand wraps around the back of my neck, thumb tracing the spot where my pulse thunders."You were marked before
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