All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

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Chapter 351 Unspoken Truths

ElliottThe silence in the inn room is deafening. It's not the city outside that keeps me awake. It’s the boy lying a few feet away, breathing softly, his back turned to me like it always seems to be now.He’s always been my best friend. My safe place. Until the night he kissed me and everything changed.I still remember the weight of his lips on mine. The stunned gasp that passed between us. How long I’d imagined what that moment would feel like. How perfect it was, until fear twisted it.Now I lie in the same room with him, and the space between us feels like a chasm that can never be crossed.He shifts, restlessly and I wonder if he’s having as much trouble sleeping as I am. I stare at the back of his head, wondering if I should say something. Maybe if I can break the silence between us, the tension will break too.But before I can talk myself out of it, he speaks. “You awake?” My chest tightens. “Yeah,” I admit. There’s a pause before he continues. “This sucks.” A breath of a laug

Last Updated : 2025-05-24

Chapter 352 A Meeting of Flame and Ice

CereliaErik seems sceptical when I tell him I want to go and see his mother at home. “From the expression on her face, and what you told me about the conversation at the coffee shop, I don’t think it will help. She’s very stubborn.”I smile at him, “I’ve been friends with Hilda for well over twenty years. I’ve had intensive training in dealing with stubborn. I think your mother was overwhelmed. She seemed to find me less upsetting than the others. Maybe if we’re on her turf, one on one, it will be easier for her.”“I guess it’s worth a try. Gods know, nothing I’ve said to her seems to help.” He explained to me how to get to the entrance to their house and what time she leaves for the shop.So here I am on her doorstep, just after sunrise, hoping for a less fraught conversation. One where Signe won’t feel like she’s being cornered by wolves. Arlo’s intensity has its uses, but subtle diplomacy isn’t among them.I knock softly and the door creaks open a moment later, revealing Signe. He

Last Updated : 2025-05-25

Chapter 353 The Calm Before

ScarlettThe scent of lavender and sage still clings to Cerelia’s cloak when she stops by after meeting Signe. She doesn’t say much, just that it went “as well as could be expected.” Which, coming from Cerelia, means not great at all.I try to press, to pull more out of her, but she only gives me a warm hand on my shoulder and a promise that she did everything she could. “Give Signe some time,” is her only advice.Now, hours later, I stand in the narrow hallway of the house that I’m starting to think of as ours. Mine and Erik’s. We haven’t discussed it, but his sweaters are draped over chairs, and it smells like his shampoo and my soap in the bathroom. That counts for something.My fingers trail along the edge of the kitchen counter as I wait for the kettle to boil. The city hums faintly outside the windows, low and constant.I hear the floorboards creak before Erik appears. Barefoot, wearing a worn black t-shirt, his hair messy from whatever internal war he’s been fighting. His eyes

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Chapter 354 Cracks in the Wards

SigneThe magic hums wrong. I notice it before I open the shop, before the city even begins to stir. Just a ripple, a breath where there should be silence. Like something moved where it had no right to.I light the warding candles by the doorframe with shaking fingers. The blue flame sputters, just once, then steadies. But it’s enough.The wards I’ve kept anchored over Häxa for the better part of two decades are flickering. Like wind is brushing through them. Except the wards don’t respond to wind. They respond to intrusion.Something is brushing against my lines. Testing them.I whisper an old prayer under my breath as I open the main door, the bell chiming overhead. The scent of crushed rosemary and dried angelica rises to greet me, comforting and clean.I move behind the counter and draw out a clean slip of rune paper, pressing my palm to it. The ink bleeds gold, slow and sluggish. There’s something near.It’s not Scarlett. I know her magic now. It’s wild and bright, threaded with

Last Updated : 2025-05-25

Chapter 355 Shared Shadows

ChrisThe first time I kissed Elliot, I couldn’t breathe properly for three days. Not because it was bad. Not because I didn’t want it. Because it made everything else I’d been pretending not to feel impossible to ignore.It was the first time I’d ever kissed anyone. The first time I’d wanted to. And now that we’re talking again, it’s the first time I feel like doing it again.We don’t talk about that night. Not directly. We’ve talked around it. Edges and corners, jokes and sighs, undercover allusions. But the thing itself? The kiss? It still sits between us like a flame neither of us knows how to either feed or smother.So when he walks into the back garden of the inn, where I’ve been hiding under a half-dead plum tree, I sit up too fast and knock my book off my lap like a complete idiot.“Smooth,” he says, and grins at me. Usually I’m the cocky one and he’s more quiet and nice. I miss that dynamic.“I thought you were in town,” I mutter, trying to ignore the fact that my heart is al

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Chapter 356 One Truth, Many Lies

CereliaThe ink doesn’t lie. But people do.I swirl the copper basin slowly, letting the diluted blackwater spiral into silver-ringed whorls. The runes around the rim glow faintly, each one tied to bloodline, intent, the breath I gave them when I carved them at dawn.There can be no deception in the water. Just a truth I’m not sure I want to see. I watch the surface shift, clouds drifting into patterns no one but a trained Seer should understand. No prophecy appears. No blazing revelation. Only echoes.Scarlett, laughing. Erik, kissing her forehead in that quiet way he always does. A wolf pacing behind them, silver-eyed, teeth bared. Not at them, but at something beyond. Watching anxiously. I’m pretty sure the wolf is Hilda.I wait, hoping there’s more to come. The image ripples and vanishes and all that’s left is darkness. I curse softly and dump the basin out onto the patch of soil behind the inn that I’ve already warded. It hisses into the sigil-stained earth and vanishes into the

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Chapter 357 Heat in the Dark

ScarlettThe problem with living in the city is that everything is too close together and locked doors don’t stand a chance against my kin.Aunt Cerelia and Uncle Soren like to drop in unexpectedly. Mom barges in like she built the damn house herself. Which, to be fair, she probably helped fund. Dad once broke the door off its hinges just to ask if we had spare coffee, since he can’t drink the swill they’re trying to poison him with at the inn.So when Erik takes my hand just after Cerelia leaves and says, “Come with me,” in that voice, the one that makes me tremble in anticipation, low, rough, and barely leashed, I don’t ask questions. I just follow.He leads me two streets down, then up a narrow flight of stairs tucked between a bookstore and a shuttered bakery. The building looks abandoned from the outside, but the wards along the door pulse with quiet strength.“It’s my mother’s old reading room,” he says, unlocking the door. “She doesn’t use it anymore. She used to come here when

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Chapter 358 Tethers and Threads

ScarlettI don’t dream. I wake.Gasping, tangled in the sheets, heart pounding like I’ve just escaped from something dark and evil watching me. But there’s no sweat. No scream lodged in my throat. Just this aching certainty that something was there, right behind my eyes, and it vanished the moment I opened them.I sit up and rub my palms over my face. My magic hums under my skin, unsettled and too awake for this early in the morning. I should tell someone. Aunt Cerelia, maybe. Or Erik. But I already know what they’ll say.You’re dreaming. It’s stress. It’s the prophecy clawing through the corners of your mind. But I don’t think it is. It feels like someone else is starting to pull the strings.By the time I make it to Häxa, Erik is already at the counter, restocking the labeled jars of dried heather and shadowroot with his usual focus.He looks up when I walk in, and his face softens immediately. That’s the thing with Erik, his eyes always betray him. Even when he tries to play it coo

Last Updated : 2025-05-27

Chapter 359 The Girl with the Glass Smile

SigneShe walks in like she owns the place.Not in the way Scarlett does, with her wolf-blooded stride and the quiet burn of power in her wake. Victoria moves like someone born to silk and secrets. With the kind of beauty that makes people assume she’s harmless.They would be wrong. I doubted Erik when he told me she was here yesterday and she glows with power now, but he was right.“Victoria,” I say carefully as she steps into Häxa. The ward at the door hums as she enters. That’s never happened before. Her lips curve. “Good morning, Signe.”I’ve known her since she was a child. Always so poised, so eager to please. I remember when she used to braid her hair with rosemary sprigs and beg for old spellbooks she couldn’t read. Back then, she didn’t have magic. She only had a hunger to be close to Erik. Now she hums with it.It’s not just that she has power, though that alone would be enough to make me cautious. It’s the flavor of it. Sharp and sweet, metallic at the edges. Like honey sti

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Chapter 360 Old Names in New Mouths

CereliaThe thread is wrong. Not broken or tangled. Just... wrong.It slithers through the spell like a thought I didn’t have. A presence I didn’t invite. I press harder into the weave, but it retreats, slippery as oil across water. The scrying circle ripples, and the silver bowl in front of me flashes dark for a single, breathless second, like something blinked on the other side.And then it’s gone.“Dammit,” I whisper in frustration. It keeps evading me.The ground beneath the inn creaks softly, the wards adjusting to my pulse. I sit cross-legged in the small, warded space Scarlett helped me reinforce. It’s not a sanctum. Just a room. Stone walls, simple seals carved into the floor. No fancy enchantments. Just enough to keep the noise out.And maybe keep something worse from getting in.Soren sits nearby, flipping through one of the old texts I borrowed from Erik. His ice blue eyes flick up when I curse. “Same interference?” he asks.“Worse,” I murmur. “I tried tracing the signature

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