Semua Bab Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Bab 331 - Bab 339

ChrisI haven’t spoken more than five words to my parents since we got back from Uncle Soren’s pack house.They didn’t ask questions. I think Mom suspects something happened, but she’s giving me space, which is almost worse. Like she knows I’ll break if she pokes too hard.She’s right. I’m on the verge of having some kind of breakdown.Elliott and I said nothing to each other after that horrible conversation. Nothing during dinner. Nothing when I said goodbye. We stood there like strangers while our parents hugged and smiled and acted like nothing was wrong.And now, I’m at the training field with Ilsa, throwing a heavy ball back and forth half-heartedly, trying to act like my chest isn’t being squeezed by some invisible fist.Ilsa squints at me. "Alright, what’s wrong with you?" I toss the ball a little too hard. She catches it anyway. My mom would love her as a daughter in law. "Nothing.""Don’t give me that. You’ve been like a perfectly miserable little storm cloud since you got he

ErikShe parts for me like dawn breaking. Slow and soft and brilliant. She’s wet and ready, breaths coming fast as her anticipation builds.Scarlett is under me, trembling with eagerness and need. My heart is hammering, not from nerves, but from the overwhelming urge to worship every inch of her. To make sure her first time is etched into her body and soul as something sacred. Something to be treasured forever.I kiss her lips, slow and deep, until she sighs against my mouth. Her fingers slip into my hair, and the way she clutches at me sends a pulse straight to my core.My hand drifts over her bare hip, the curve of her waist. Her skin is so soft I want to groan. I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. She whimpers when I bite gently at the place where her neck meets her shoulder, and her back arches, offering more of herself.My hand cups her breast, thumb brushing across the hardened peak. Her gasp is a plea, and I answer it with my mouth, sucking lightly

ErikIt’s late Sunday evening when I leave Scarlett’s house. The stars are out, and the moon bathes the quiet streets in silver light.I don’t want to leave. Every part of me aches to stay in her bed, tangled up with her until the end of time, but I know if I don’t go home tonight, my mother will come looking for me.Scarlett walks me to the garden gate, her robe cinched loosely around her waist, her dark hair a tousled halo around her face. She looks flushed and sleepy and radiant, and I swear my legs don’t want to carry me away from her.She stretches up, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me softly. Then again, slower and deeper. Her fingers spear into my hair and I groan into her mouth.“Gods, Scarlett. You’re trying to ruin me. If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to be taking you again, right here on the garden path.”She laughs against my lips and the sound is the most perfect kind of magic I’ve ever encountered. “I’m sorry I never actually gave you dinner.”I rest my forehead a

ScarlettI have never wanted the ground to open up and swallow me quite so badly.Signe caught us. Caught me with my mouth on her son, tangled up in his arms like I couldn’t get close enough. And the look she gave me, sharp, assessing, laced with cold disapproval, might as well have been a slap.She didn’t yell. She didn’t even raise her voice. Just that flat command to keep our personal lives out of the business.It takes several minutes for the burn in my cheeks to fade. I focus on rearranging the crystal display up front even though it doesn’t need rearranging, my hands moving things just to have something to do.Embarrassment ebbs eventually, replaced by something else entirely. Curiosity.I trust Erik. I do. In fact, I love him. But Häxa isn’t just a mystical novelty store, no matter how they present it. There are real magical things here. Spell ingredients. Enchanted items. That room with the locked door I haven’t been able to get into.There’s something else going on, and I nee

ScarlettI don’t know what to do. Erik is standing in the doorway with flowers in hand and a hopeful smile on his face.All I want is to melt into his arms, drag him inside, and forget everything I heard. Forget the prophecy, forget the worry in my mother’s voice, forget that I’m terrified I might be exactly what everyone fears I am. But I can’t.Still, I step aside and let him in. "Thank you," I murmur, taking the flowers and bringing them to my nose. "They’re beautiful. And of course I missed you too."He follows me into the kitchen, his hands shoved in his pockets, eyes scanning my face. “Something’s wrong. Please talk to me, Scarlett.”I hesitate. The truth crowds my throat, trying to burst free. I can feel the weight of it in every breath I take. Erik deserves honesty from me. But what if he runs? What if he hears what I am and looks at me like I’m a monster?If I keep allowing things between us to grow more serious, without telling him the truth, I actually will be a monster. If