Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hunted By My Rejected Mate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Chapter 113|| ELINDA'S POV ||The air was thick with the scent of blood. I stood there unmoved as the wild wolves devoured the remaining rogues. Their eyes glowed with an unearthly silver light, their jaws smeared with bloody fury. They weren't the wild wolves that I had grown up seeing on Alexis's hunts. Those beasts were cruel. Feral. Beasts. or perhaps guardians tainted by vengeance.My hands shook. Not with fear, but with the helplessness spreading up my spine. These scoundrels—Mikhail's scoundrels—had been dispatched on a specific task, kill or destroy. That was obvious. And yet they had misunderstood what Alexis could call on when it came to defending what he loved. "Elinda, you must go," Alexis ordered, tense but low voice urgent as he kept his eyes sweeping the row of trees. "You're not safe. Go back to the palace with Alaric."I turned to him, still bewildered. "I'm not going to leave you here. Not after everything—"I couldn't keep going before I heard the tires squeal. A

Chapter 1153 YEARS AGO|| CLARA'S POV ||The days all ran together,muffled footsteps, and the choking scent of old blood and dust. I'd lost track of how many nights had passed since Mikhail locked me after discovering my relationship with Alberto.I was losing myself—bit by bit. My wolf was silent. She hadn't healed. She was wound up inside me, trembling, silent. I had been strong. Now every breath was like glass shredding down my throat.Today, the door creaked open. Not with the usual loud bang of a guard visiting or Mikhail bursting in with his anger and possessiveness. It was different. Softer. There was a faint shuffle afterwards."Get up," Mikhail's voice bit out, cold and slashing. "You will see the doctor."I did not even lift my head. I was on the ground, my back against the stone wall, my knees drawn to my chest.When I wasn't moving fast enough, Mikhail crossed the room in three strides and yanked me to my feet by the arm. My side ached in protest. I gasped, not because o

Chapter 117|| Alexis's POV ||I stood at the center of the war room, each pair of eyes on me as if I was the one who betrayed them."She's gone because of you," one of the elders spat. "All for that woman! That. rogue Royal!"My teeth gritted, the menacing growl pulsing in my chest. My wolf snarled within me, outraged at the insult to Elinda. I struggled to remain human, the desire to shift there and then and tear apart the pretence enveloping me."Elinda is not—" I began."She's not even one of us!" another snapped. "And you endanger everything for her when your own mate—Lysa—is abducted? If she's killed, your blood will be on her hands."I could feel the flush rise up the back of my neck, not with shame, but with bitter wrath of helplessness. Lysa, my future wife, And yes, I had lost her.My grandfather, Alpha Emeritus, slowly rose from his seat. His gaze cut sharper than a blade. "Alexis," he said, and the room fell silent. "You know I've fought for you every step of the way. But

Chapter 119|| ELINDA'S POV ||It was cold on this side of the border, but this was nothing in comparison to the pang I got in my chest.I stayed there, stunned, barely able to breathe as I watched them — Mikhail's guards and Mikhail himself coming along the outside of the treeline. My eyes darted back and forth between their lines of armor and the one, thin figure in their hold. Lysa. Her attire was torn, her face bruised, and even from here, it was clear that she was barely holding on to her sanity.I was forced to turn to Alexis with trembling lips, my tight throat. "Why. why did you bring me here?"He didn't look at me.His jaw was set, his fists clenched at his sides. "I had to save her," he muttered, his voice devoid of emotion. "Mikhail wanted you in exchange."The world broke apart beneath my feet.Me?He brought me here to exchange me off? Like some pawn?I stared at him, wordless, my tears streaming down my face as my mind shouted silently. I had to know if any of it ever oc

Chapter 121|| Clara's POV ||I was Clara.I didn't know if I should hate the bite of the silver cuffs on my wrists. For what I'd done for Elinda, for everything I'd risked, Mikhail had locked me up like some naughty child. No—worse. Like a prisoner.The house walls appeared to be breathing, closing in on me every time I tried to catch mine. I was not allowed outside. I was not even allowed sunlight. Mikhail had informed me—I had shamed him, and now I would pay for it.The guards said nothing to me. The servants never glanced in my direction. My food was cold. I was not allowed my phone. And every time I tried to reason with Mikhail, he reminded me with warning that I was not allowed to think. I was to follow.But I would not. Not this time. Not again.I was curled up on the cold floor of the guest room, my sore and hurting arms, when I heard the voices. It was late, maybe after midnight. The lights were dimmed, and the tempest outside drowned out most noises—but I heard him.Mikhail.