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Chapter 509 Ghosts Don’t Leave Tracks

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Ilsa

There are three kinds of forest silence.

The first is peaceful. Morning mist, bird chatter, the soft rustle of leaves.

The second is hunting silence. Tense. Poised. Every creature waiting to see if it’s about to become lunch.

The third is what I’m standing in now. It’s still and dense. Like the trees are holding their breath and praying. The birds and insects are all in witness protection. And the thing that’s hunting isn’t natural.

I squat beside the tree line where Elliott said he saw it. There are no footprints. No drag marks. No sign that anything passed through here.

But the energy is all wrong.

I dig through my pack and pull out my scanner. I’m very proud of my creation.

It’s an over-glorified EMF reader, retrofitted with quartz and silver filaments. Cerelia laughed the first time I used it. She said it looks like a toaster met a tarot deck.

I don’t care, because it works and I’m a genius.

Well, it usually works. Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up
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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 510 Show Me Again

    ChrisWe don’t talk much after the meeting. Everyone has too many thoughts. There are too many pieces not adding up.Scarlett’s worried, which makes me worried, which makes me edgy, and that’s never a good thing when your body can break bones by accident.Elliott sticks close. He doesn’t try to fix it, he just… stays. And gods, that’s everything.It’s nearly midnight when we finally head back to the cabin. The forest’s quiet again, but it’s the wrong kind of quiet. The wrong kind of still.I double-check the wards my dad put in place. Elliott watches me from the porch, arms folded tight across his chest, like he’s trying to hold something inside.I don’t ask what, because I already know.He’s scared. And he’s not used to being scared anymore.Inside, we move around each other in silence. Shedding boots, jackets, and layers of tension.I head toward the sink to splash water on my face. He’s so quiet, I don’t even hear him come up behind me.His hands slide under my shirt. Flat palms ag

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 509 Ghosts Don’t Leave Tracks

    IlsaThere are three kinds of forest silence.The first is peaceful. Morning mist, bird chatter, the soft rustle of leaves.The second is hunting silence. Tense. Poised. Every creature waiting to see if it’s about to become lunch.The third is what I’m standing in now. It’s still and dense. Like the trees are holding their breath and praying. The birds and insects are all in witness protection. And the thing that’s hunting isn’t natural.I squat beside the tree line where Elliott said he saw it. There are no footprints. No drag marks. No sign that anything passed through here.But the energy is all wrong.I dig through my pack and pull out my scanner. I’m very proud of my creation.It’s an over-glorified EMF reader, retrofitted with quartz and silver filaments. Cerelia laughed the first time I used it. She said it looks like a toaster met a tarot deck.I don’t care, because it works and I’m a genius.Well, it usually works. Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 508 Creaking Wood and Cold Spots

    ElliottIt’s the quiet that wakes me.Not a noise, not a crash. Just… absence. The kind of silence that makes your skin itch. Where even the insects seem to be holding their breath.Chris is still asleep beside me, his face half-buried in the pillow, hair a mess, mouth parted slightly.I stare at him for a second longer than I should. There’s something holy about the way he relaxes in sleep. Completely unguarded, as if he’s never known fear.Which is hilarious, because he definitely has. Just ask the raccoon that got into our room last spring.I slide out of bed without waking him, grab a hoodie, and step outside.The woods feel wrong.I don’t have the kind of magic that lets me feel shifts in the veil or ley lines or whatever my mom would say is happening, but I have instinct. Wolf instinct. And right now it’s screaming at me.There’s no wind. No birdsong. No movement at all.Just me and the trees, and something behind them I can’t see.I walk slowly toward the tree line, and every h

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 507 The Better Kind of Rough

    HildaThere’s something obscene about how arrogant he looks.Arlo.Leaned back in a chair two sizes too small for him, ankles crossed, beer dangling from one hand like he owns the damn moon.“Stop looking at me like that,” I mutter.He lifts a brow. “Like what?”“Like you’re picturing me bent over the kitchen table.”“I mean…” He grins. “Now I am.”I huff and toss my towel over my shoulder, pretending I don’t feel heat flicker low in my belly.The kids have scattered.Scarlett vanished with her human again, Chris and Elliott are probably tangled up somewhere trying not to scar anyone emotionally with their adoring amorousness, and the house is finally quiet.Too quiet. Which is always dangerous. I walk past him toward the sink, just to prove I can.He doesn’t stop me, but I hear the shift in his breathing. Feel the press of his gaze on the back of my neck like a hand. He can smell my desire.I wash one dish. Just one. Then I turn around slowly to face him.Arlo’s still sitting in the

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 506 Wolfboys and Wanderlust

    ChrisIlsa shows up late, as always. We hear her before we see her.Heavy boots clomping down the gravel path like she’s auditioning for a role as a particularly aggressive horse, swearing at something under her breath, and muttering about “idiot border glyphs” and “tripping hazards.”Then she rounds the corner with three bags slung across her body, a weatherproof pack banging against her hip, and her blond hair piled on top of her head like it gave up on gravity halfway through.She looks exactly the same as she always does. Like she couldn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks, while still managing to be the most gloriously attractive single female in the vicinity.She grins when she sees me. “Hey, Chris.”“Ilsa.” I smirk. “Still dragging around ten kilos of cryptid teeth and conspiracy notebooks, I see.”“Shut up. One of those notebooks helped me survive a three-day detour through fog that whispered. Whispered, Chris. I don’t care what Soren says, that was not weather.”Elliott, b

  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 505 Yours, Still

    ErikScarlett is already in bed when I step into the cabin.She’s sprawled across the mattress like she owns every inch of it. Which, to be fair, I suppose she does.One leg is kicked out, the sheet barely covering her hips, her hair a dark mess over the pillow. Her head turns as I close the door.She doesn’t speak, She just watches me. And that’s a problem, because she always sees too much.I know she’ll tell me not to worry about ageing. That she doesn’t care what I look like. That I’ll always be hers and she mine. But it’s not that simple.I toe off my boots and peel off my shirt, moving slowly. I’m not tired, I just don’t want this to end.The laughter outside. The warmth in this room. The way she looks at me like I’m still her first and last choice.I’m not sure how long I have with her, but I know it’ll never feel like enough. Even if we have eternity.She sits up as I cross the room, and when I reach the edge of the bed, her hands find my waist. Fingers slide beneath the waistb

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