All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

TaraI turn back to Yakob, heart hammering in my chest. My thoughts are spinning so fast, it’s hard to latch onto just one. But I know what I have to do.My voice is low but urgent when I ask, “Would it blow your cover if we left together? If we pretend that I’m going home with you.” He blinks, caught off guard.It tears me apart to even be thinking this, but Ash has to get into Redgrave’s bedroom, and he can’t do that if I’m still here.Yakob rubs a hand along his jaw, gaze flicking toward the crowd. “I know it’s a risk,” I press. “But you said yourself, we’re out of time. Two weeks. Maybe less. We need that diary.”He exhales, slow and heavy, before shaking his head regretfully. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it. If I leave with you, they’ll be very suspicious. You’ve played coy so far with all your admirers, why suddenly pick me and leave when you’re clearly in the lion’s den? Besides, I’m more useful to you with a foot in the enemy’s camp.”I don’t like the answer. But I get it.

ArloThe knock on the door is soft but sharp, just two quick raps that send me halfway across the room before I realize I’m moving.Hilda lifts her head from the table where she’s been poring over a map with Soren, both of them frowning like the damn parchment personally offended them. She meets my eyes, and I can see the same tension wound tight in her chest that’s lodged itself in mine.Tara looks like hell. Paler than usual, with dark circles under her eyes. Her coat’s wrinkled and her braid’s coming undone. She looks exhausted to the point of collapse.Ash is doing his best to exude his usual devil may care attitude, but there’s a tightness around his mouth I haven’t seen before. Like he’s trying to keep his emotions in check. I had no idea he had any.They look like they’ve been through the wringer and barely crawled out the other side. “You made it out,” I say, and it comes out rougher than I mean for it to. I step aside so they can come in. “We were starting to think-”“Tha

RedgraveThe bed is cold when I reach for him. My fingers brushing over the silk sheets and finding nothing but air and the ghost of heat.I sit up slowly and stare at the space where he should be sleeping. Warm and grateful beside me. Ready to accept my help and acknowledge that our fates are intertwined.He wouldn’t have left me. Nobody can make love with such heated abandon and then simply disappear like a thief in the night. I know he would never willingly have left me. He must have been taken, spirited from my side by his evil werewolf captor.Throwing the blankets off me, I rise, snapping for my guard. “Alaric!” My voice slices through the calm like broken glass.There’s movement beyond the door and a beat later, Alaric appears. “My lady?” he asks, looking around for the source of danger. “Where the hell is he?” I ask furiously. Alaric frowns, “Your…visitor?” he asks, stone-faced and too slow for my liking.“Yes, Alaric. The man I fucked last night. I assume one of the men

Tara I need space. Some time to gather my severely jumbled thoughts. Not because of the meeting, or the journal, or the unhinged prophecy that basically names Ash as the ultimate werewolf whisperer, though, yes, all that is also nightmare fuel.I need space because of him. Because every time he looks at me with those dark, bedroom eyes, my thoughts stop behaving. Every time he says something clever or ridiculous, my heart jumps like it’s trying to escape my chest.And it’s stupid. I’m stupid. Because I know exactly what he’s like. I was sent with him because I seemed to be the only one not gagging to drop her panties the moment he entered a room and now I’m spiralling into something that feels suspiciously like a crush, a craving, and maybe the beginning of a complete personal catastrophe all rolled into one.Things were far simpler when I mostly stayed in my cabin and minded my own business. That’s where I’m headed now, to hide from Ash for a while.The fire is dead in the he

ArloHilda’s tucked against me, our legs tangled beneath the sheets, her breath still uneven from the intensity of her orgasm. There’s a flush across her cheeks that I caused, and damn if that doesn’t make my chest ache with something fierce and possessive and entirely too soft for a man like me.I trace a finger down the curve of her shoulder, watching her shiver despite the heat between us. Her hair spills across the pillow, wild and dark and damp at the ends. Her eyes meet mine, and something in me still stutters like a boy seeing her for the first time.“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, brushing my fingers across her cheek. “You always have been. But right now, lying here like this, you knock the wind right out of me.”She smiles, slow and lazy, fingers gliding across my ribs in a way that makes me want to pull her back to me already. “That’s the idea,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest. “I love you.”Three simple words. They shouldn’t hit me as hard as they do after all