Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Kabanata 341 - Kabanata 350

ScarlettThe early morning light is soft and golden as it spills through the curtains, warming the sheets tangled around Erik and me.His arm is heavy over my waist, our legs still knotted together. I trace lazy circles on his chest, my cheek pressed against the smooth skin just below his collarbone. His heartbeat is steady beneath my palm. I never want to move. I never want to lose this moment.Then there’s a gentle tug in the back of my mind, which interrupts my thoughts. Scarlett. It’s my mother.I groan softly at my own thoughtlessness and Erik stirs but doesn’t wake. Sorry, Mom. I meant to get back to you last night. We got to talking and it slipped my mind.It’s fine, my mother answers far too quickly. Suspiciously quickly. She must have been upset after our conversation and I know what my mom does when she gets upset. I have a strong feeling I’m not the only one who was otherwise occupied last night.Mother! Did you forget about my troubles? What did you get up to young lady?N

CereliaI find Soren in the small greenhouse behind our cottage, barefoot in the soil, sleeves rolled up, coaxing life from the delicate sprigs of moonwort and wolfsage. He doesn’t look up as I approach, but I feel him sense me.“Hilda and Arlo are going to Raventon,” I say softly. He glances up at me then, squinting against the early sun. “Let me guess. You’re going with them.”I nod. “Scarlett invited us. She’d like me to see if I can help figure out what or who these dark forces are. Erik knows everything now. About her magic and her lineage. I can’t just sit here if she needs me, I have to help her. I’d love to learn more about Volur magic and seidr from Erik and his mother as well.”He sets down the shears and wipes his hands on his pants. “Here’s my answer,” he says, crossing the greenhouse to me and curling a hand around the back of my neck. “You’re not going without me.”I blink at him. “Soren-” I start to protest. “I’m not stopping you,” he cuts in gently. “I’m telling you I’

ElliottWhen my parents sit me down and tell me we’re traveling to Raventon with the others, I nod like it’s no big deal. Like my stomach isn’t twisting into knots. Like the words don’t feel like blades, cutting through the careful calm I’ve wrapped around myself these past months.I offer a smile that feels tight and shallow. My mother watches me closely, her eyes narrowed like she knows there’s more I’m not saying. She always does, because she notices everything.“It’ll be great to see Scarlett,” she says. “And I’m sure spending time with Arlo and Hilda will be fun. They’re normally pretty entertaining. And of course Chris will be there.”Chris. Broody, beautiful, explosive Chris. He’s exactly the reason I want to lock myself in my room and not come out until they’ve left without me.I keep my smile in place and nod again, excusing myself as casually as I can and heading to my room. I shut the door and lean against it, exhaling slowly. My chest feels too tight. It always does when I

ArloI’ve come to the hasty conclusion that cities are too loud. Too crowded. Too fake. I scowl at the sleek buildings and the endless stream of people moving like ants across the cracked sidewalks. Even the air smells wrong here. All exhaust fumes and burnt food instead of pine sap and clean earth."Are you going to stare holes through the skyline the whole time we’re here?" Hilda murmurs beside me, tugging her bag onto her shoulder. The one she’s too damn stubborn to let me carry.I know what everyone must be thinking. Look at that giant, hulking asshole, making the tiny female carry her own bag. They don’t know every inch of the tiny female is made up of obstinacy stronger than steel."I might," I grunt. “It hasn’t done anything to make me feel like I should be nice to it.”She snorts and smacks my arm, but there's affection in the gesture. Scarlett's already sorted out rooms at a nearby inn, something called The Ivy Hollow.It looks quaint enough and at least in here I can’t smell

SigneThe air in Häxa is thick with dried herbs, resin smoke, and tension. I rearrange a bundle of sage for the third time on the display shelf, trying to mask the growing unease inside me.It’s been two nights since Erik came to me with explanations and starry eyes. And I haven’t seen either of them since. I know who’s to blame for that. Scarlett.I already had so many misgivings about her and that was before I knew that she’s a werewolf. The girl who’s stirred my son’s heart and upended the foundation of everything we’ve prepared for is not only magically dangerous, but physically too.The bell above the door jingles and they walk in, hand in hand, as though my thoughts summoned them.Scarlett is glowing. Power hums off her like waves crashing against a shore. Erik is completely immersed in her presence, his entire being leaning toward her like a moth drawn to flame. Why can’t he sense the danger?Behind them, the rest of her kin files in and I’ve never seen such a collection of raw