All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ArloI keep my hand over hers, my thumb tracing slow, idle circles against her skin. It should be warm. She should be warm. Instead, it’s cool to the touch, too still, too lifeless to be the dancing flame that is Hilda.I lean forward, pressing my forehead to the back of her hand, inhaling deeply, searching for any lingering trace of her scent. It’s there, just barely, faint traces of something floral, something uniquely her, but it’s fading. Like everything else.Weeks. It’s been weeks. She doesn’t breathe. She doesn’t stir. There’s no heartbeat, no sign of life. The bond, our bond, disappeared the moment she fell. It should have killed me. It almost did. The absence of it is a void I can’t escape, an endless chasm swallowing me whole.That’s how I know she isn’t gone. There’s more proof in the slight swell of her belly. Where our child is still growing inside her against all reason. Somehow kept alive through magic I don’t understand. But if our child still exists, then so does she.

HildaI must admit, I’d been hoping that coming back to life would involve a lot more naked sexy time. It’s been almost a week and Arlo still refuses to make love to me.At least I know from his frequent and inopportune erections that I’m not the only one suffering. He wants me to regain my strength before engaging in any strenuous activity. My offer to lie there without moving didn’t amuse him.Cerelia’s doing her best with herbal remedies, but Arlo’s presence is the biggest help. I’m increasing the amount I’m able to eat every day and I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to jump Arlo’s bones very soon.“You look so much better already,” he tells me when we wake up on the 7th day after my return. “Thanks baby, that’s just what every woman wants to hear from her lover,” I say snippily.I’m growing irritable from being cooped up and I’m really, really horny. Arlo’s offered to help out with masturbation and cunnilingus, but I want the full experience. He refuses to let me relieve his pressure

Damon The tension in the air is palpable the moment I step onto Soren’s land.His wolves eye me warily, shoulders squared, jaws tight, their instincts screaming at them to bare their throats in submission. But they don’t. Not fully. There’s deference, sure, but not the kind I need. Complete, unquestionable loyalty to an Alpha. That belongs to Soren, even in his absence.Damn fool. He isn’t even here, yet his pack still clings to him like he’s their salvation.I keep my stance loose, my expression unreadable. It won’t help my cause to show irritation. Instead, I let a slow smirk curl my lips as I address the wolves gathered before me.“I have to say, I’m disappointed,” I begin, scanning their faces, letting my gaze linger just long enough to make each one uncomfortable. “Soren’s abandoned you. He’s off playing house in Arlo’s territory, licking his wounds, and you’re all here… waiting for what, exactly?”A ripple of unease moves through them. I see the flicker of doubt in their eyes,

Hilda Days of endless bliss follow.My healing is speeding up and I’m well enough to go out and show everyone that I’m really alive and well. There’s no war threatening and Arlo delegates a lot of his duties to Percy, so he can spend more time with me. My stamina is quickly returning to what it was and I don’t waste one precious moment of alone time with my mate.We’ve fallen into a routine. Mornings are spent in bed, making love slowly before having brunch. Arlo goes to training and to take care of business until late afternoon. Generally we’re panting for each other by that time and nights are spent in frantic fuck fests that leave me exhausted and deliriously happy.I’m under strict orders to do no exercise other than walking until I’m back to my normal weight, so I alternate who I drag away from their everyday lives to take forced walks with me between Cerelia, Percy, Kestrel and Nixie. I’ve decided frantic sex with Arlo is integral to my overall well-being and thus does not coun

ArloPart of me is disappointed that Hilda thought of a non-violent approach to Soren’s Damon problem. I would love an excuse to put him down.Everything about Damon makes my skin crawl. It always has. Werewolves have quick tempers and we tend to choose violence more often than is necessary, but most of us don’t enjoy killing.A good fight is great. It clears the air, allows us to practice our skills and sends a strong message to both our packs and any potential enemies. Taking a life is different. It’s something heavy you have to carry with you.To wolves family is everything and knowing you’ve taken someone’s loved one away from them is a heavy burden to carry. To most of us. That part of Damon’s always been missing though.Lots of important bits of his psyche seems to be lost or broken. His strange obsession with his sister. His blood-lust. His sick plans for Hilda. I’m still not sure allowing him to live is the right thing to do.If his people hadn’t decided to act without his say