Semua Bab Hunted By My Rejected Mate: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Chapter 132|| KAI'S POV ||The scent of bitter herbs wafted through the hallway as I leaned against the carved window frame of the southern tower, smoke rising over rooftops in the distance. A raven wailed outside. Ominous.My spy huddled at my rear, his breath held. I did not glance back at him. I had no need."Repeat it," I snarled, my fingers tapping idly on the stone sill.He coughed. "Alexis… is mated to Elinda. The Lycan Princess."A slow smile spread on my face. Oh, fate was generous this morning."Are you certain?""Confirmed, my Lord," he said, head still lowered. "She's been seen living in his territory. Their guardsmen treat her like a Luna. People whisper in the pack."My smile shifted into something ugly. "So the rogue Mafia dog has claimed the Lycan gem for himself."This was fine. Blew up in my mouth. And exactly what I needed.I turned to him. "And Alberto?""He came looking for her. There was a scene with the two—nothing physical, but bad. Elinda chose to stay with A

Chapter 134|| Alexis’s POV ||The roar echoed through the hall.One moment, I was standing in front of Kai, my fists clenched, every muscle in my body coiled with fury. The next, he lunged at me with bloodlust in his eyes.I didn’t even flinch. I was ready. If he wanted a war, I’d give him one—right here, right now.But then—“Elinda, NO!”Too late.A blinding silver light erupted beside me. The room trembled as her bones cracked and shifted, fur sprouting like wildfire over her skin. In an instant, Elinda’s Lycan form stood towering between me and Kai, her snarl shaking the walls. Her eyes weren’t just golden—they were glowing. Dominant. Angry.She didn’t hesitate.She launched at Kai.Claws outstretched, teeth bared, fury unleashed.Kai’s eyes widened, but he was quick. He shouted something to his men, and in the blink of an eye, he took an escape. His guards followed like dark shadows, retreating through the shattered window Elinda’s roar had cracked.Gone.The whole hall went sil

Chapter 136|| ALEXIS'S POV ||A whiff of cold metal welcomed me as I stepped onto the border crossing. My boots crunched with each step, my eyes on the row of cargo rigs parked in line under the grey morning sky. The fog hadn't broken yet, and I was thankful for it. Less to see, fewer eyes on me. But even the fog wasn't able to hide the scent of treachery I was beginning to feel clawing at the back of my head.My men huddled eagerly, standing at attention for me to give an order, but I wasn't saying anything yet. Not until I saw him. Alberto.He walked in, his own bearing commanding respect, not just as a king.His armor glinted underneath his mantle, and his men stood behind him, already spreading out through the area like vines. I set my jaw, eyes narrowing."You offered us a deal," I snarled before he had a chance to say a word. My tone was low, but the flame underneath wasn't difficult to ignore.Alberto stopped a few feet away from me, staring. "We did. But deals are renegotiat

Chapter 138|| Elinda's POV ||The color of the sky was "smoky gray," the stars swallowed up by thick clouds that threatened rain but delivered none.I wrapped my cloak tightly around me as I strolled on the deserted back path of the palace grounds. I shouldn't be here—I knew that. But too many things were unsaid, and I couldn't keep ignoring them anymore.The guards never walked this far in the late hour. I reached the broken garden gate, half eaten away by creepers and abandonment. It creaked open.Alberto was standing beneath the twisted back of the tree, where we would climb and race until our arms ached and our lungs were full of summer air. Now he was a stranger cut in stone—back straightened, arms crossed."You came," he said, not glancing about."I had to," I whispered. My voice was too small in this corner of darkness.He faced me. His eyes weren't as furious as I expected. But they weren't kind either. They were exhausted—so miserably tired."You shouldn't be here, Elinda.

CHAPTER 140 || ALBERTO'S POV ||I didn't remember when exactly the walls started to close in—but they had, slowly and suffocatingly. The walls of my bedroom were creeping in on me, and the shadows were darker than they should be. They whispered her name. Clara. Her memory wasn't haunting me as much as suffocating me. Her scent remained on the sheets. Her laughter echoed in the silence. Even the damn curtains reminded me of the dress she'd worn the night we'd first danced under the moonlight.I couldn't breathe. I needed air.So I went and did what broken men do. I ran from the scene of my reminder of what I'd lost. Without a word to a soul, I snuck out of the pack house, my jacket slung over one shoulder, and my pain streamed behind me in the wind. The bar stood in front of me for the broken. Its neon sign glowed overhead, bathing the sidewalk in its dull pink light. It was warm and dark inside, filled with laughter I couldn't share. I sat alone at the other end, away from couples