Semua Bab Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Bab 261 - Bab 270

RedgraveMalcolm leaves with all the grace of a soldier, his steps muffled by the priceless rug he’s stomping over with his boots. His thinly veiled disdain echoing loud enough to sting.He doesn’t slam the door. He’s too smart for that, but I hear the soft click of it closing behind him like a slap to the face. If I didn’t need him to fetch Ash and Tara for me, I’d have him assassinated for thinking he can play games with me.I stand perfectly still. Breathing in. Breathing out. Then I throw the tumbler and watch as it hits the wall with a satisfying crash, exploding in a spray of crystal and amber that glints like broken promises on the floor."Idiot," I mutter. "Pliable, arrogant, short-sighted idiot." He doesn’t understand. He never has. The prophecy wasn’t meant for people like him. Men who only care about facts and figures. He can’t see the bigger picture. This isn’t about land or profit, it’s about the survival of mankind!I cross the room and pull open the drawer to my des

Hilda “I’d better go and fetch our little terror,” I tell Arlo, who’s still catching his breath after the wake-up blow-job I’ve just given him. “I have a better idea,” he tells me in his growly voice. The one he knows turns my knees weak. “Why don’t you come back to bed and let me offer you a little quid pro quo?”I hardly ever turn down an offer like that, but I’m sure my mouthy offspring has been telling Tara how grouchy I was when she woke me up. I honestly don’t blame Tara for doing what she needs to do to clear her head. She doesn’t have a sexy Alpha King in her bed to drive every thought from her mind. Baking is her outlet and she can’t be blamed for Scarlett being a sugar hound.It would help a lot if a certain ex-demon was warming her bed, but both of them seem to still be pondering the wisdom of giving in to their desires. In my experience, fighting them only means you suffer a lot before finally breaking anyway.“I really, really want to crawl back into that bed with yo

TaraAsh is being extremely huffy as we walk toward the border. “I could have done this on my own. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be putting yourself in danger.”“Aside from the multitude of reasons already discussed in the war council?” I ask, matching his level of peevishness without any trouble. “And don’t suggest again that you could have steered them towards a specific area to cross the border, because it would have been too suspicious and risky.”He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, like I’m the one giving him a headache, instead of the other way around.“Look, I know you want to leave the forest and get back to Raventon as soon as possible. This is the best way for us to speed up the timeline of Malcolm’s attack and control the outcome. I’m sure this is why Scarlett called you here and you can leave as soon as the threat is neutralized.”“Dammit, Tara! This isn’t about me getting back to my life in the city, it’s about your safety. I don’t want you to be hurt. I

TaraArlo’s advice definitely helped. I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness from the one dart that hit me, but I never fully went under. I’m abruptly pulled from my dreamy state when pain explodes in my head and my left eye starts throbbing.Ash. What are they doing to him? I want to hurl myself at the bars of the cage surrounding me and demand that they set him free, but we have to maintain our cover.“What the hell are you yipping about?” one of the guards stationed around my prison asks. I hadn’t realized I was making small sounds of distress.Based on the sheer volume of armed guards surrounding me, it’s clear King Arlo gave them a lot of trouble. Pride swells in my chest. He truly is a worthy leader for our pack.“Did she just hit herself?” one of the others asked, gaping at what must be significant bruising around my eye.“Crazy bitch,” the first guy mutters. “I’ve been watching her, she didn’t do it to herself. Her head rocked back and then the bruise was there.

RedgraveAs much as I despise Tara, seeing her spread-eagled, bloody and whimpering in pain doesn’t bring me any pleasure. I’m not a cat, who needs to play with my food before I deal the final blow.“Do you no longer need her to get you across the border?” I ask with a raised brow. Malcolm frowns as though the question makes no sense. “I do. She’s not dead,” he responds sullenly.“I gather she attacked you?” His jaw clenches, “What are you getting at, Isadora?” he asks irritably. “I’m trying to understand why you’re torturing her. What’s the point?”“She came here to spy on us before. My men only caught her this time because she was chasing down your precious Ash. She may have important information that could impact the mission,” he informs me dryly. Like I’m a silly child asking stupid questions. I wonder whether he knows that the thin layer of ice that he’s standing on has already started to crack.“Have you asked her?” I enquire. I can hear his teeth grinding together before he