All Chapters of Hunted By My Rejected Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92|| Clara's POV || (Three Years Ago)My chest thudded as I approached the healer's little hut. I walked closer,feeling vulnerable yet oddly reassured by the emptiness around me.The groan of the wooden door creaking open slowly, and there in the peaceful, knowing eyes of the healer, an old woman whose peaceful presence always had the power to calm my restless soul. She nodded in acknowledgment, stepping aside to let me in."Come in, Clara," she whispered, guiding me into a chair beside the fire. I sat down in the worn seat, letting out a deep, trembling breath.The healer studied me deeply, her understanding eyes easing with compassion. "Have you made up your mind yet, dear? Alberto is suffering, and so are you. Your wolf weakens daily."I swallowed hard, wincing back tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes. "I don't know what to do," I admitted softly, my voice cracking. "I'm afraid of Mikhail's anger more than anything. He is a revengeful man. He won't think twice abo

Chapter 94|| CLARA'S POV ||The corridor seemed longer than ever before. My feet were moving fast but the door to Mikhail's room seemed an eternity away. My heart was racing—not from the murder but from terror. I'd just seen Sabrina's dead body. Her eyes—glassy, her face frozen in the final moment of terror—seared themselves into my mind. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. But on some deeper level, I knew.Mikhail was somehow responsible for it.I burst into his room, barely hearing the gasp of the maid as she tried to gesture to me to leave.Mikhail faced me, his fingers wrapped around the edge of the gun so tightly that the veins stood out in his forearm like they were going to burst. His other hand was fisted around his waist and trembling. I could smell the fury on him."Mikhail," I exclaimed, gasping and shaking. "Where is Sabrina? What. what has happened to her?"He slowly turned back, and I immediately regretted it.His eyes bloodshot, pupils dilated, the rage

Chapter 96|| Elinda's POV ||I searched until my legs gave out.The ground beneath me had turned to mud, the scent of crushed pine hitting my nostrils.Alaric stirred beside me, his shirt torn and boots dirty, yet his face not once showed a glimmer of defeat. We searched every inch of road, the forests lining the ridge, even questioned traders and lone scouts who might've seen a convoy.Nothing.No scratch on the trees. No struggle signs. It was as though the young wolves had vanished into thin air."They're gone," Alaric snarled, bracing his hand on a tree and breathing heavily.I wouldn't take it. I just kept walking forward, blinded by guilt. I was the one who made the decision to send them to training. I trusted the wrong pack. I led them to their deaths."No," I muttered, glancing around at the empty woods. "They're not. We're just not looking hard enough.""Elinda," he said, reaching for my arm, "we've been looking for hours. This was a trap. Whoever took them knew what they were

Chapter 98|| Elinda's POV ||I didn't move.The earth was chilly on my knees, and the scent of blood lingered in the air—his blood. My mark pulsed against his flesh. Our mark. I did it. I saved him… but ruined everything.I gazed at Alexis, breathing raggedly, heart thudding so hard it silenced the world. His flesh seemed to glow softly where I had bitten through, a shining crescent on his neckline, throbbing with old power. Why couldn't I breathe?Alexis stood before me, chest heaving, shirt torn and bloodied. His eyes glowed with a hundred emotions—shock, confusion, relief… and something terrifyingly tender. His hand reached for me, fingertips trembling like he wasn’t sure if I’d vanish if he touched me.“Elinda…” His voice cracked like it hadn't been used for a long time . “You marked me.”I flinched. “Don’t.”His hand froze midair."I didn't mean—" I gulped, dry mouth. "We can't talk about it. Not ever. Not now.""But—" "No." I stood, fighting to hide the shaky feel of my legs.

Chapter 100|| CLARA'S POV ||3 YEARS AGO….The morning light was colder than ever before.Mikhail was standing by the window, scrolling through his phone with his half-rebellious expression when something was annoying him but not worth an actual reaction. I folded the laundry listlessly, daydreaming until a voice suddenly shook me awake."You received an invitation," he grunted, not even looking in my direction.I froze in action, a towel clutched in my hand. "From who?He finally gazed at me. "Your pack. Your stepfather, technically."The towel fell out of my hands.I hadn't heard from my stepfather since I was married to Mikhail. He hadn't even written a letter, not even sent a message—nothing. And now, three years after disappearing without a word, he was calling me back?"Did he say why?" I asked, already knowing that the answer would not be straightforward." No," replied Mikhail calmly. "Merely informed you're being summoned. There is to be a council session. He informed me tha