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Chapter 544 I Could Burn the World for You
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Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 600 We Are the Ones Who Came Back
OmniscientWe emerge from the forest's embrace in reverent silence, our shoulders brushing with each step, boots crushing frost-laced leaves that crackle like whispered secrets beneath our feet.Chris is the first to break the spell of quiet contemplation.Laughter bursts from his chest like something wild startled into freedom.A sound so pure and unexpected that it catches in all our throats.Elliott responds immediately, a crooked grin spreading across his face.Ilsa carries herself differently now, her spine straighter than it's ever been. Proudly holding on to Aureith’s hand.We break through the final line of trees, blinking against the sudden brightness of open sky.After so long in the forest's filtered light, the world feels overwhelming.The absence of watching eyes and whispering shadows is almost disorienting in its completeness."Mom!" Chris suddenly shouts, his voice cracking with joy and relief.She's already running toward us, hair wild and streaming behind her, arms o
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 599 The Wolf, the Mage, the Trickster, the Fire
ScarlettThe stars burn with a different light now, as if the veil between sky and earth has grown thin enough to let their true radiance bleed through.Or perhaps it's me who's changed, my perception altered by magic and trauma and the strange alchemy of surviving the impossible.Chris moves ahead of our small procession, his stride carrying the easy confidence of someone who's faced his demons and found them smaller than expected.Yet there's a hyper-awareness in the way he moves, a subtle tension that speaks of hard-won wisdom.His shoulder finds Elliott's every few steps, casual contact that looks accidental but isn't.As if he needs the physical confirmation that Elliott is still here, still breathing, still real.I understand that compulsion intimately.After what we've been through, the urge to constantly verify that our people are whole and present feels less like paranoia and more like prayer.Erik walks beside me, his fingers interlaced with mine. His palm radiates warmth ag
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 598 The Moon Remembers Us Now
OmniscientThe forest breathes again.Not with the ragged gasps of something wounded, or the predatory rhythm we've grown accustomed to.More like the first breath after surfacing from deep water.Beneath our feet, moss spreads in luminous patches, no longer throbbing with the agony of corrupted magic but glowing with something ancient and benevolent.The trees above us release their burden in slow cascades. Petals of white and silver that drift down like inverse snow, each one a small absolution.Where once the bark bore the angry welts of carved runes, now only wood remains, scarred but healing.The Veil has been sealed.We feel its’ completion in our marrow.Scarlett moves ahead of our small procession, her posture finally free of the rigid tension that's defined her for weeks.For the first time since this nightmare began, her shoulders curve naturally, unburdened by the weight of impossible choices.Erik maintains his position at her side, one hand resting with careful tenderness
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 597 The Hollow King Has No Teeth Left
CaelanThe Hollow King waits.He stands beneath the twisted canopy of the oldest trees, a crown of bleached antlers shadowing his skeletal face.Each antler is carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly, and bones hang from them like macabre ornaments.Finger bones, rib bones, small skulls that might once have been birds or rabbits or children.His eyes are hollow sockets, darkness so complete it seems to swallow light, but they see me.Every secret, every buried truth, every fragment of who I used to be."You came," he rasps, his voice like stone cracking under pressure, like the earth splitting open to reveal its secrets.I take a step forward, my boots silent on the moss-covered ground."You called me," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.He inclines his head, the movement slow and deliberate."Not I. The part of you, you left behind."I feel it then. A tug in my chest, a pulse just beneath my sternum.A second heartbeat that's been there all along, waiting.“You were thei
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 596 Through the Rift, Through the Fire
ElliottThe flames crackle in unnatural silence.Not the warm kind of silence that comes after a long day or a good meal.Not the peace of a forest settling into evening.This is breathless, stretched-thin quiet. The kind that waits with its’ claws curled, muscles coiled, ready to spring.Scarlett and Erik stand at the edge of the clearing, hands clasped so tightly their knuckles are white. Their magic burns low but steady between them, a connection I can actually see shimmering in the air like heat waves.Chris keeps watch with his back pressed against mine, the tip of his sword just barely twitching like it's sensing a heartbeat we can't hear.Caelan and Ilsa kneel across from me. The forest reflects in their eyes like the world is a dream they half-remember, and maybe it is.And I’m the idiot with the book that doesn't have any names in it.The fire in the center of the ritual ring burns blue-gold, licking higher than any natural flame should.That's the passage. The tear between h
Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King Chapter 595 You're Not Going Without Me
ScarlettI feel it in my chest first. That familiar tug of wrongness that's become as recognizable as my own heartbeat.The forest has taught me to read its’ moods.Only it's not the forest this time. It's Erik.He stands at the edge of the ritual clearing like a man condemned, chalk lines already drawn in precise geometric patterns around his feet.He's layered wards around himself. I can see them shimmering in the periphery of my vision.Every single one of them screams of desperation. Of finality.He doesn't know I'm watching from the shadow of the treeline.He means to do this alone. The stubborn, noble fool.I step forward, branches cracking under my boots. "Don't you fucking dare."He flinches, just barely. A tell I've learned to read after months of watching him try to hide his pain. Then he turns, slow and guilty, shoulders sagging like he's carrying the weight of the world. "Scarlett-""No," I snap, closing the distance between us with predatory grace.My fire responds to my
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