All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

ArloLetting Scarlett go is going to kill me. Probably not literally, but emotionally for sure.The thought of her living in a city full of strangers, away from my protection, walking through streets I don’t know with people I can’t watch, makes my blood run cold.Still, she’s right. And Hilda’s right. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s got power running through her veins like wildfire and a head full of every lesson we’ve ever drilled into her.She’s ready, even if I’m not.But right now... right now I don’t have to think about any of that. Because the woman I love more than life itself just pulled me into our room, shut the door, and is looking at me like I’m her next meal.My hands are already on her hips, tugging her shirt free of her waistband. “I hope you understand I’m just allowing you to enjoy your moment of power before I flip you over,” I inform her casually. My cock throbs at the way her eyes darken.“Oh, is that how it’s going to be?” she asks, shimmying out of her pants an

AshTriplets. She said it so casually. As if it were just a mildly interesting weather report.“Oh, by the way,” Scarlett had chirped when we arrived, “Tara’s having triplets.”Triplets.I’ve fought demons, faced ancient sorcerers, seduced crime lords, and survived drinking sub-par whisky.But this? This will be how I die.Tara’s humming softly from the couch, her hands rubbing slow circles over her very full belly while I pace like a man being slowly crushed under a collapsing bridge.“They’re going to outnumber us, Tara,” I mutter. “Immediately. They’re not even born yet and I’m already outflanked.”“You’re being dramatic, even for you,” she says, serenely amused. “We don’t even know if they’ll all be the same kind of chaos.”“They don’t need to be,” I shoot back. “They’ll form an alliance. Overthrow the leadership. Start issuing curfews and demanding cake at every meal.”Tara snorts, which turns into a soft laugh. “You’re forgetting that Chris was the sweetest, calmest child I’ve e

ScarlettThe house smells like roast chicken and rosemary potatoes. It’s one of three things mom can cook. The others are tomato soup and spaghetti bolognese.The fire crackles in the hearth even though it’s not that cold outside. It’s there for comfort more than anything else. Warm, golden and fragrant.Mom’s chopping carrots at the counter, efficiently and a little too fast. She can’t cook worth a damn, but put a knife in her hand and she shines.Dad’s been pacing for the last ten minutes, pretending he’s looking for something in the cupboards. Chris is helping himself to all the pre-dinner snacks on the table. I have no idea how he manages to pack away the volume of food he consumes every day.“Sit down,” Mom finally snaps at Dad. “You’re making me dizzy.” He looks at her with injured innocence. “I’m not pacing,” he mutters, but complies. “I didn’t say you were, I told you to sit down. Seems to me you know exactly what you were doing.”He settles into his usual spot at the table, a

ScarlettRaventon is louder than I expected.I stop in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, blinking as the chaos presses in on all sides. Cars honk, music blares from open doors, voices rise and fall in a constant, unrelenting buzz.My head spins from the non-stop onslaught of stimuli. I pull Ash’s hand-drawn map from my bag and squint at it, trying to orient myself. He wasn’t kidding when he said this part of town was always busy.The map is good, extremely detailed with landmarks carefully noted, but none of that changes the fact that I feel like a hay bale dropped in the middle of a tornado.A woman passing by catches my confused look and smiles. “You lost, sweetheart?”“Kind of,” I admit. “I’m looking for Calder Street?” She gestures behind me. “Take the next right and go straight for two blocks. You’ll see it.”“Thank you!” I tuck the map away and head off in the direction she pointed. I only make it another block before I stop again, turning in a slow circle. None of the signs m

Scarlett“Okay, you have to tell me more about Wolfridge. I thought I was pretty well travelled, but I’ve never heard of it,” Erik says.Now that my brain is working a bit more reliably, I offer him a place name he’ll recognize. “It’s near Wanoon,” I tell him as we navigate a quieter stretch of street, the earlier bustle fading behind us. “But much smaller. Barely a village. This is my first time in Raventon.”Erik whistles low. “That’s a hell of a change. How’re you liking it so far?”I glance up at the buildings crowding the skyline. “It’s loud. And kind of discombobulating. But I think I like it….” I’m not quite convinced yet that the good outweighs the bad, but it has potential.He chuckles softly. “That’s fair. It can be a lot. If you ever want a tour guide, I’ll be happy to show you around.”I glance over at him, smiling a little. “You moonlight as one?”“Only for special cases,” he says with a wink. “You can find me at the shop most days.”The shop. This seems like the perfect