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Chapter 453 The Wolf That Watches

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Chris

They think I don’t notice.

Scarlett doesn’t meet my eyes at breakfast. Erik has that tightness in his jaw that usually means something broke and he’s trying not to shatter with it. Cerelia keeps glancing at them like she’s holding a secret so sharp it might bleed through her tongue.

And me? I just chew toast like everything’s fine.

Like I don’t smell the magic scorched into the walls downstairs. Like I didn’t wake to the feel of the earth shifting beneath my skin.

We all pretend. It’s what we’re fast becoming best at.

But I’m not stupid. And I’m not a kid. I’m a wolf. And wolves watch and learn.

I find Uncle Soren outside the inn, shirtless and barefoot, arms crossed as he surveys the narrow yard behind the building.

His back is still as a statue, but I can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he knows I’m here before I speak.

“Looking for me?” I ask.

He nods, glancing over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet.”

I shrug. “Everyone’s been loud.”

He gives me a long look, then n
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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 456 When the Storm Takes Root

    ScarlettI can feel the storm coming before I open my eyes.It’s in the air. In the marrow of my bones. My magic churns just beneath my skin, no longer humming, it howls.The threads of the loom tug tight, like something unseen is trying to spin me into a pattern I didn’t choose.I sit up too fast and the world tilts on its axis, threatening to throw me off.My fingers spark gold as they hit the mattress, and I pull back like I’ve been burned. The sheets beneath my hand sizzle and blacken.No. No, no—I roll off the bed and press both palms flat to the cold floor and breathe.Deep breath in through my nose. Hold it for a count of four and out through my mouth. Again.But the floorboards beneath me groan in protest. Not from my weight, from the pressure of my magic.I can feel the leyline again. Directly this time. Not like before, when I needed to reach for it. Now it calls to me. Lures me. The raw pull of it makes my teeth ache.I stumble to my feet and throw on Erik’s shirt that’s l

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 455 Hunter’s Mercy

    ErikI’ve read the glyph seven times since Chris brought it to me, and it still doesn’t make sense.It curls like a vine or a snare. Delicate in shape, but violent in function. It draws in. Compels. Chains.It’s not from any of the standard Weaving schools. The geometry is wrong. It pulls where it should repel. The pressure in the lines feels inverted, like it was made to undo something that already exists. Or someone.I’ve seen it before. Not in a book. But on Victoria.Etched in light beneath her skin when she lost control. The glyph pulsed under her magic like it had a will of its own. Shaping her power and feeding from it.Now here it is again, tucked in the corner of a forgotten book Elliott and Chris happened to stumble across.Seemingly nothing more than a footnote.I close the book too fast, and the binding protests. The sound startles me in the silence of my mother’s study, where the lamplight throws long shadows across her shelves of relics and carefully contained magic.The

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 454 Beneath the Quiet

    ElliottWe’re not supposed to be here.The library garden is closed off after dusk, but the lock was rusted. And Chris has a thing for ignoring boundaries.He helps me over the old iron gate with a smirk, like he’s doing something wicked. I follow, heart thudding in my chest, because usually when he’s grinning like this it’s the beginning of something dangerous.The garden is overgrown. Moss between cobblestones, lavender gone wild, thick ivy snaking up the back wall. But the moonlight softens it all, turning the mess into something that almost feels holy.A secret garden just for us.Chris drops onto a stone bench under a twisted willow and tugs me between his knees.“See?” he murmurs, arms sliding around my waist. “Totally worth the minor trespassing.”I curl my hands into his hair and tug just hard enough to make him look at me. “Minor?”He grins. “Okay, moderate. But if we get arrested, I’m blaming you.”“You made me your accomplice!” I gasp in feigned shock. “I was seduced.”He l

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 453 The Wolf That Watches

    ChrisThey think I don’t notice.Scarlett doesn’t meet my eyes at breakfast. Erik has that tightness in his jaw that usually means something broke and he’s trying not to shatter with it. Cerelia keeps glancing at them like she’s holding a secret so sharp it might bleed through her tongue.And me? I just chew toast like everything’s fine.Like I don’t smell the magic scorched into the walls downstairs. Like I didn’t wake to the feel of the earth shifting beneath my skin.We all pretend. It’s what we’re fast becoming best at.But I’m not stupid. And I’m not a kid. I’m a wolf. And wolves watch and learn.I find Uncle Soren outside the inn, shirtless and barefoot, arms crossed as he surveys the narrow yard behind the building.His back is still as a statue, but I can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he knows I’m here before I speak.“Looking for me?” I ask.He nods, glancing over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet.”I shrug. “Everyone’s been loud.”He gives me a long look, then n

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 452 How We Burn

    ScarlettThe moment I open my eyes, I know something’s wrong.The air tastes metallic. My skin feels too tight. Magic crackles along my bones like lightning waiting to strike. I don’t even have to reach for it, it’s already there, thrumming just beneath the surface.Erik is still asleep beside me, one arm slung low across my hips. His breathing is steady. Peaceful. And it feels like I’m wrapped in the eye of a storm that hasn’t made landfall yet.I slip out of bed and every step feels too loud. Too charged.The floorboards creak like thunder. My breath clouds the mirror even though the room isn’t cold.The glow beneath my skin is faint but undeniable. Thread-thin tendrils of gold and scarlet crawling up my forearms, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.The loom is awake, and it’s watching me. I wish I knew why.I reach for the water glass on the nightstand and freeze.The liquid inside it is boiling and I didn’t touch it.Panic claws at my throat and I spin toward the wardrobe, grabbing

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 451 Of Blood and Thread

    CereliaThere are bloodstains on the page.They’re not mine. Not fresh. They’re ancient. Soaked deep into the parchment like the glyphs had to be fed before they gave up their meaning.Signe says it’s a signature. I say it’s a warning. I hope we’ll get the answer we’re looking for soon, without too much personal sacrifice.The ink around the stains warps as I study it, curling in on itself like the page wants to flinch from my magic. I press my hand flat to the vellum and breathe through the surge of nausea.The loom doesn’t like this. Which means I’m probably on the right path. Going around purposefully angering magical objects seems foolish, but we don’t have time to tiptoe anymore.Signe sits across from me, her gray-streaked blond hair braided back in its usual crown. Her fingertips are stained with ash and rose ink. She hasn’t slept. Neither have I.“This glyph predates the main Weaving schools by at least five centuries,” she says, voice low. “Possibly longer.”“It shouldn’t exi

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