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Chapter 525 Something Borrowed, Something Broken
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 528 The God in the Water
ErikThe lake looks like a blade laid flat against the world. Black, slick, and far too eager to cut.We found it just after dusk, stumbling out of bramble and into a natural bowl of stone. No reeds, no frogs, no pull of breeze across the surface.Only perfect stillness, like glass poured and forgotten.Scarlett hates it immediately, which means we camp here anyway.“Open sight lines,” she said, waving off Chris’s face-wrinkling disgust. “If something comes for us, we’ll see it.”The truth is, she needs water for her scrying bowl, and all the creeks near our route turned to trickles two days back. So, mirror lake it is.I can hear Elliott and Chris breathing in tandem on the other side of the ashes.Ilsa’s bedroll is empty. She’s probably prowling again, because wolves don’t know what “rest” means.Scarlett lies beside me, fingers clutching the hem of my shirt like I might drift away if she lets go.I won’t. Not willingly. But the lake might not give me a choice.Because while the cam
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 527 The Forest Remembers What You Take
IlsaI never minded the dark until the dark got a voice.It’s a sound so low I feel it before I hear it.A pulse that thrums in the roots under my boots and creeps up my shins like a second heartbeat.I stop on the game trail and press a hand to the nearest trunk. The vibration seeps straight through the bark.Behind me the campfire glow is long gone. Snuffed by fog, distance, and one questionable decision. Just a quick perimeter check, Ilsa, you’re the quiet one, the fast one, you’ll be back before anyone misses you.Now every path looks the same. Slick earth, knotted shadow, and carpets of moss that breathe when the wind holds its breath.Great.I draw my knife despite knowing it’s useless.The blade feels small with all this weighty darkness pressing in, but steel is better than claws and panic alone.I inhale through my nose, tasting for threat the way wolves do. Soil, rot, a hint of woodsmoke. No predator musk, no blood. Still, the humming grows louder.“Forest, stop flirting wit
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 526 Kiss Me Until It Burns
ChrisWe’re the last ones awake. The others are asleep or pretending to be.Huddled in bedrolls or curled near their gear, blades within reach.Scarlett’s magic still clings to the air. Metallic and sharp. I can smell it even now. Blue fire where there should’ve been gold.We haven’t said a word about it. We haven’t said a word about anything.But I can feel him beside me. Elliott. Too close and still not close enough.His thigh brushes mine every few seconds, accidental or not.He fidgets, the way he always does.Scratching his neck, tapping his thumb, rubbing at the ring on his finger that isn’t a ring at all, just a twisted band of string I tied there months ago in a moment neither of us talks about.My blood hums under my skin.It’s been building for days. The touches. The almosts. The looks that linger a second too long.I can barely think when he’s around. Can barely breathe when he’s near and acting like he doesn’t know exactly what he does to me.And then he looks at me. Right
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 525 Something Borrowed, Something Broken
ScarlettI don’t tell them what Erik told me last night.They heard about the altar, but not everything the voice whispered to him.They didn’t see the way he looked at me after. Like I’m both the lock and the sword that will split it open.It’s not that I don’t trust them.It’s that I can’t be the reason they hesitate.So when I kneel in the moss and begin drawing the protection circle, I keep my voice steady and my hands from shaking.Aunt Cerelia’s notes are folded in my back pocket, scrawled and smudged from travel, but I’ve done this before.Just not in a place that bends any way it pleases. Not in a forest that watches my every move.“Is this really necessary?” Elliott asks, peering over my shoulder.“Yes,” I say, too quickly.He backs off and Chris nudges him with his elbow and mutters something teasing before their hands entwine.Erik stands nearby, arms crossed, tracking every movement I make like every gesture is a secret I might accidentally reveal.Like he’s watching for a
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 524 Smoke and Salt
ErikIt starts with the smell of smoke.Not fire and ash, but that deep, rich scent of metal meeting flame. Forge smoke. I know it instantly.It smell like Arlo’s forge, to be exact. That blend of steel and sweat and pine wood burning. It's layered beneath the smell of moss and cold dirt and the too-still air of the forest.I pause mid-step and inhale deeply, scenting it again.I glance over my shoulder.Scarlett’s maybe twenty paces behind, eyes on the tree line. Chris and Elliott are whispering about something and Ilsa’s further out, keeping watch like she doesn’t trust the shadows.I blink once and they’re gone.Fog curls in between the trees like it’s alive. Thick, silver-gray, coiling low and fast.It moves with purpose. Between my legs, over my boots, wrapping around my thighs. The kind of fog that doesn’t feel wet but clings. Like breath. Like fingers.“Scarlett?” I call out, but there’s no answer.I spin in a circle, eyes straining to see.The fog thickens. The trees stretch t
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 523 We Leave No Footprints
IlsaI’m the first to notice.It takes a while. Hours, maybe.The trail is slow-going, the trees too thick, the ground too soft, the light wrong even when the sun should be overhead.But somewhere between one breath and the next, I realize my boots aren’t leaving prints.At first, I think maybe the moss is just too dense. Then I decide maybe it’s the angle, or the way we’re moving.But after the fifth time I glance back and see nothing, no crushed grass, no bent ferns, no sign we ever passed through, I stop.Chris bumps into me from behind.“Why’d you stop?”“Look.”He frowns. “At what?”I nod at the ground. “Where are our tracks?”His gaze sharpens. He takes a step back, then another, before he crouches and brushes the moss.“Nothing,” he says.We both turn at the same time.“Scarlett!”She’s already halfway back toward us, flanked by Erik. Elliott hurries to close the gap.Scarlett raises a brow. “Problem?”Chris gestures behind us. “Check your steps.”She does and stills.“Erik,” s
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