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Chapter 397 A Wound Between Us

ผู้เขียน: Judith GW
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Scarlett

Victoria finds me in Signe’s library.

I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s always watching. Lurking just far enough from the shadows to be called harmless, and close enough to sink her claws in at the worst possible moment.

I’m tracing one of Aunt Cerelia’s copied runes, trying to still the chaos in my head, when her reflection appears in the window.

"Looking for yourself in there?" she purrs. I don’t turn. “If I were, you wouldn’t be the one to help me find her.”

She comes closer. I can feel her magic before I see her. Sharp, erratic, metallic like the smell of blood on steel. It grates against mine. Not in power, but in intent. Where mine dances wild, hers slithers.

“You shouldn’t read too much into these old prophecies,” she says airily, brushing her fingers along a row of spines. “They’re more poetry than truth.”

I close the book. Slowly. “You mean the ones that mention you?” She smiles. “Oh, those.” Her tone drips with false modesty. “You’ve seen the scroll I gave Erik, then?
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    ScarlettThe air in the room shifts the moment I enter.It’s not just the scent of old paper and candle wax in Signe’s makeshift study, it's the way everyone suddenly gets quieter. Not like they’ve seen a predator, more like they sense something unstable.Aunt Cerelia glances up from the book she’s flipping through. Signe doesn’t look away from her notes, but her fingers twitch at the edges of the page. Even Erik, standing near the fire, goes still.And then there’s Victoria.Lounging in one of the deep chairs like this is her court and we’re all just lucky to exist in it. Her chestnut curls are pinned up today, delicate strands coiling around her neck like chains. She doesn’t flinch when she sees me, she smiles.That smile tightens something in my chest that I can’t ignore anymore. “Scarlett,” she says sweetly. “You missed the part where I offered a theory about the prophecy. It was fascinating.”I walk to the table slowly. My hands are clenched in my sleeves. I’ve learned not to tou

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 407 Breath Between Battles

    ChrisElliott’s hand brushes mine for the third time in ten minutes.He doesn’t grab it. Doesn’t intertwine our fingers like he did the night we talked everything out. Just brushes lightly. Skin to skin. Like he’s testing the temperature of the moment. Like he’s waiting for permission to want more.I don’t give it, but I don’t pull away either.We’re walking along the riverbank just outside Raventon. The city’s noise is a murmur behind us, half-drowned by wind in the grass. The world feels far away here, softened by leaves and the steady hush of water.It’s peaceful. And I hate how badly I want to ruin it. Elliott kicks a stone ahead of us and glances at me sideways. “You’re quiet.”“You always say that when I’m thinking,” I point out. “Yeah, well, you’ve got your brooding face on.”I snort. “This is just my face.” He shrugs, “What can I say? It’s a brooding face.”We fall into step again, our arms swinging close but not touching. It’s stupid, how tense I feel. We’ve kissed. We’ve tal

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 406 Honey and Bruises

    ElliottIt’s not a date. At least, I don’t think it is.But Chris is wearing the hoodie I used to steal from him back when we were thirteen, and I catch him watching me in the glass of the storefront we just passed. His cheeks are pink with wind and whatever thoughts are spinning behind those glittering amber eyes.We walk side by side through the quieter stretch of Raventon, past the river trail where the trees bend low and the cobblestones get slick with moss. The sky is overcast, soft light threading through clouds like someone’s trying to paint something hopeful but can’t quite commit.“Do you remember how we used to throw rocks into the river back home like it owed us money?” Chris asks.I grin. “You always had the better arm.” Chris laughs quietly, “And you always had the worst aim.”We stop at the bend where the water runs clearer. There’s a big flat boulder like the one we used to sit on at the ravine. Back before things got complicated. Before the kiss. Before the silence tha

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 405 Blood in the Water

    ErikThe spell burns in the bowl between us, all silver flame and violet smoke. It doesn’t make sense, fire and illusion should cancel each other out, but this... this lives.My mother doesn’t flinch, but Cerelia grimaces. I try not to let the dread settle in my bones.“It’s anchored to her core,” Cerelia murmurs, hands hovering above the flame. “Not the surface. This isn’t just interference. It’s possession by invitation.”I clench my jaw in fury. “She didn’t invite him,” I tell them in a clipped tone. “She didn’t have to,” my mother says, her voice quiet and sharp. “He touched her magic and that was enough. Scarlett’s core recognized his power as complementary, even if the rest of her didn’t.”Cerelia gives me a look I don’t like. “It’s grafted into her. Burrowed in like a parasite. To remove it cleanly, without destroying her, you’d need to find the thread’s point of origin.”“He kissed her forehead. You say that was his way of claiming her. That was a few days before the illusions

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 404 The Luna and Her King

    HildaWe shouldn’t have left the inn. Not with the city ready to split down the middle, not with Loki stirring shadows and Scarlett carrying fire in her chest like it’s trying to eat her from the inside out.But Arlo looked at me across the war table, just one long look, full of heat and history and a dare, and I knew. We need this. Not a council meeting. Not strategy. Just us.So we slip through the edge of the city, past the old gates and into the forest where the trees grow thick and the air hums with wild silence. There’s a clearing we found a few weeks ago. The one with the moss-soft floor and the stones half-swallowed by the roots of an ancient oak. No one else comes here. And we’ve decided that it's ours.Arlo waits for me in the center of it, moonlight brushing over his bare arms. His shirt’s already half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, neck gleaming with sweat.“You’re late,” he says. “I was being responsible,” I inform him cheekily. “Stop that,” he growls. I smirk and walk in

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 403 The Shape of Loyalty

    VictoriaHe doesn’t look at me the same way anymore.Not like before Scarlett. Before I became part of the prophecy. Before I was anything but the eager friend waiting on him outside his front door.Now, Erik looks at me like I’m dangerous. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It excites me.He stands across from me now in the center of the training room Signe lent us, arms folded, eyes tracking my movements as I summon a small sphere of flickering gold between my fingers. I keep my breathing even, just as he taught me.“Good,” he says, nodding. “Hold it steady. Don’t force it, coax it gently.” I let the magic flicker, then dim. It obeys, reluctantly.Magic still doesn’t come naturally to me. Not like it does to Scarlett. Mine is sharp and petulant. Too hungry. Too eager. But I’m learning.I’m learning how to make it look gentle. How to make myself look gentle. It’s what Erik wants to see and so that’s what I’ll be showing him.“You’re improving,” Erik says, stepping closer. “You’ve go

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