Semua Bab Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Bab 381 - Bab 387

ArloThere are too many scents in the city. It’s like chewing glass to get to the truth underneath. But I’ve hunted in worse conditions than this.Raventon might be a sprawl of alleys and corners and smog, but blood still runs through it. And where there’s blood, there’s always a trail.I sniff the air again. Not for the smell of the city, though it’s thick as ever, but for something colder. Stranger. The kind of magic that doesn’t belongs here.Something left a body two nights ago. Signe told me the woman was found behind the library, curled up like she’d fallen asleep and frozen to death. These things happen in the city and there were no visible wounds. But no lingering trace of life either.Cerelia made her way over before the city guard removed the corpse and she said the soul had been unraveled.I call that murder.Chris trails behind me, trying to look like he belongs here, hoodie up, hands shoved in his pockets. He keeps glancing around like someone might catch him breaking cur

VictoriaThere’s something to be said for being underestimated.I used to hate it. Used to let it dig into my bones and whisper that I wasn’t enough. That I’d never be the one Erik looks at first. Never the one chosen.But now… now I let it simmer. I let it stew beneath my skin where the magic runs hotter every day. Scarlett doesn’t know what to do with me. That much is obvious.She tries to pretend I’m harmless, just another jealous girl in her shadow, but her eyes give her away. The way her jaw locks when I’m near Erik. The way she clutches him tighter when she thinks I might actually lure him away from her.I matter now. I know I do. The power isn’t just inside me, it wants me. It sings when I use it, when I stop trying to be the nice girl and start being honest about what I want. And what I want is Erik.It’s always been him. From the first day we climbed the roof of his family’s house and watched storms roll in. From the first time he smiled at me like I was important to him. We

VictoriaThe next morning, Erik avoids my eyes.He doesn’t have to say anything. I can feel the guilt rolling off of him like steam from a cracked pipe. I see it in the way he stiffens when I step into the room. In how he doesn’t smile when I make a joke, not even the dry ones he usually likes.He’s pulling away. Again. And there are no prizes for guessing why. “Did she cry?” I ask, because I want to hurt myself apparently. “When you told her I was breathing the same air as you?”Erik sighs. “Victoria.”“No, really. I want to know. Did she throw things? Threaten to hurt me?” He doesn’t look amused. “We talked. That’s all. This is hard for her.”“Of course,” I say coolly. “And how lovely for you both. Thank goodness I’m having such a ball.”He glances toward the open window. Raventon buzzes softly beyond it. Mundane life continuing like there isn’t a goddess of destruction sharing a bed with my ex-best-friend.I still remember how it used to feel when he looked at me. I still burn with