All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

MalcolmThe fire flickers in front of me, licking at the dry wood, sending twisting embers up into the blackened sky. The men are laughing, swapping crude jokes, sipping from flasks filled with cheap liquor. Their voices fade into the background as I think about her.Hilda. I roll her name around in my mind. That face, those blue eyes. Sharp, burning with something just beneath the surface. I wonder what she looks like when she cries. When she begs."They were real lookers, huh?" Carter says from across the fire, nudging the guy next to him. "That one with the blue-black hair was fuckin’ exotic looking and the blonde looks like a real Georgia peach."I smirk but say nothing. They think they understand. They don’t. They see a woman with a pretty face. I see something else entirely. Something wild, something worth breaking.Hilda needs someone like me, not a protector like her so-called husband. As if animals get married. She needs to be taught her place, it’s the only way she’ll ever t

HildaThe cool night air does little to ease the weight pressing down on my chest. The murmurs of the warriors gathered outside the pack house are a dull hum in the background. Everyone is on edge.I stand slightly apart from them, the firelight flickering against my skin, my arms crossed tight against my body as I watch Arlo.His expression is inscrutable, but I know him well enough to know that when his body grows that still, his mind is working overtime and he’s fighting not to show his agitation. His jaw tightens ever so slightly and I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing I am.“If news gets out about our existence, we’re in big trouble,” I say, my voice just above a whisper. Arlo exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “We’ve managed to confirm the presence of 21 men so far,” he tells me.“If we wait, more may come,” I murmur. “They’re probing, testing us. Seeing how far they can push before we react.”He nods, his eyes dark with worry. “Malcolm’s not just playing games. He’s sett

Cerelia I find Soren outside, pacing in the dim light of dawn. His steps are restless, his brow furrowed unhappily. He barely looks up as I approach, but I don’t need to see his eyes to know what he’s thinking.I already know what’s on his mind. The same thing that’s weighing on everyone. I stop just short of him, reaching out to grip his hand. “There’s another way,” I inform him. I’m a little hurt he didn’t think to at least ask whether there was something I could do to help.He finally glances at me, his sharp, assessing gaze flicking over my face. “What are you talking about?”“The humans,” I say, taking a step closer. “We don’t have to kill them.” He looks at me questioningly, but he doesn’t interrupt. It’s one of the things I love most about him. He’ll always hear me out and carefully consider my input.“My powers are so much stronger now,” I continue, “You know I’ve been practicing and learning so much these past years. If we capture them, I can erase their memories. I’ll do my

Arlo Malcolm is nowhere to be found. The place where he was last seen is nothing but empty air and crushed leaves. No scent of him lingers, no footprints mark the dirt. It’s as if he vanished into thin air.But we all know better. He won’t leave, not until he’s gotten what he wants. Whatever the hell that is. Right now, he’s making sure we know that he’s toying with us.I crouch, fingers skimming the disturbed earth. Soren is beside me, his expression grim, nostrils flaring as he scents the air. “Nothing,” he mutters. “No trace of him.”That alone makes my skin crawl. There should be something. Sweat, old food, even the faintest whiff of adrenaline. But the air is clean, unnaturally so.“We keep moving,” I decide. “There’s only one direction he could’ve gone.” He would have been spotted if he came closer to the pack house and the ravine is too steep and crumbly to traverse.We head deeper into the woods, our footfalls silent on the damp leaves. The deeper we go, the worse the growing

HildaMy heart beats in rhythm with my steps, steady and focused as we stalk through the undergrowth.Arlo is by my side and our warriors move in formation behind us, their wolf forms slinking through the trees like shadows.I strain my ears, my nose working to pick up any trace of human scent, but there’s nothing. All I smell is damp earth and the familiar scent of my own people. The air seems even cleaner and crisper than usual. How the hell are they doing this?Cerelia stays at the back of the pack, waiting for her opportunity to help us. I’m comforted knowing she’s here and even more so that Soren will make sure she runs if anything goes wrong.She’s ready to step forward and cast her spell the moment we find the humans. If we find them. So far there’s been very little to go on. Without Soren’s eagle eye, we wouldn’t even know whether we were heading in the right direction.I grit my teeth. No. We will find them. I won’t lose confidence. We’re faster, stronger and have more to los