All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

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Chapter 461 Like a Spark Before the Blaze

ScarlettThe world feels thinner than it used to.Like the veil between what I am and what I could become is worn soft at the edges. Like all it would take is one hard pull to tear straight through.I sit on the roof of the inn with my legs drawn to my chest and my magic simmering beneath my skin.It crackles when I breathe too deeply and distorts the air when I lose focus. I stopped pretending I can contain it days ago.The stars are out. Or most of them. One blinks strangely above the treeline. I don’t look at it for long, lest it turn into Loki.I’m so tired of waiting. I want the fight to come to me, so this can all be over.Cerelia settles beside me with a quiet sigh. She doesn’t speak. She just folds her legs and offers me a flask. I take it. Sip. Gag.“That’s awful.”She smiles faintly. “It’s medicinal.”“Are you trying to poison me?”“If I were, it would taste better.”I want to laugh. But it comes out brittle, like the breath is catching on the fire inside me.“You think I’m

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

Chapter 462 Foxglove and Hook

ErikThe pain doesn’t start in my chest. It starts in my hands.One moment I’m holding a charmed blade, working the edge against a whetstone. The next, my grip locks tight and the blade scorches hot.I drop it before I understand what’s happening.Then comes the tug, low and deep, like a hook caught behind my ribs. I stagger back against the table, breath punched from my lungs.My magic twists. Not outward. Not wild. Inward.And I know, Victoria’s pulling.The hook, her hook, embedded in me the night she kissed me, the night I dropped my guard, the night I told myself it meant nothing… it pulses now, alive and hungry.Every beat of my heart feels like it’s answering to her.“No,” I rasp. I won’t give in to this.I slam my palm into the worktable and magic pulses down my arm, but the hook doesn’t budge.It’s not just a tether. It’s a vein. A conduit. And she’s in it now, her magic threading through mine like a hand around the throat.Her grip tightens. She’s crooning to me, demanding a

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

Chapter 463 The Watcher’s Smile

ScarlettThere’s blood on Erik’s wrist where the glyph flared too hard.He doesn’t notice. Or maybe he does, and he’s too tired to care.I press my palm to his skin and breathe slowly through my teeth, watching his magic recoil from mine before settling in again. Trembling, reactive and raw.“She reached through it,” he says. “Not just tugged. She threaded through me.” I know how he feels. The violation of it. Loki’s done the same to me after all.I trace the edges of the glyph. It’s burned into him, not inked. Not carved. A living thing, coiling beneath the surface, rooted in places I can’t see.“How far did she get?”He swallows. “Far enough to try showing me what you’d become.”I look up.“Did it work?”“No.” He closes his eyes. “But it scared the hell out of me.”Good. Let the fear stay sharp. Let it remind us what we’re up against.I sit back on my heels, hands in my lap, power crawling up my spine like a second skin.“I want it gone,” he says. “I don’t care what it takes.”“You’

Last Updated : 2025-07-01

Chapter 464 Sparks and Teeth

HildaArlo’s hands are bruised again.I don’t ask from what. I can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he needs to break something, and since he hasn’t broken anyone, I assume the nearest tree got lucky.He watches me from the doorway like a wolf with blood in his teeth and nowhere to run.“I’m not in the mood for talking,” I say without looking up.“I wasn’t planning to ask you how your day was.”Good.I toss the worn cloth I’d been folding onto the edge of the bed. “Door.”He kicks it shut.The lock clicks. Not softly.I turn and he’s already moving.We collide like we always do. No preamble, no ceremony, just need.I sink my fingers into the collar of his shirt and yank him to me. His hands grip my waist like he’s claiming territory, not a woman. His mouth crashes over mine and I meet him there, teeth and breath and tongue.It isn’t gentle. We’re rarely gentle.He growls low in his throat when I bite his bottom lip. I push him back until he stumbles and lets me slam him aga

Last Updated : 2025-07-01

Chapter 465 Weavers in the Walls

CereliaThe threads are humming through the walls. It’s barely there, but inescapable. Like a vibration beneath my ribs.Like something ancient stirring in a bed of stone.I sit cross-legged in the library, surrounded by open books, cracked scrolls, and pages so brittle I have to breathe carefully.This isn’t Scarlett’s magic. It’s the type of presence that watches before it speaks. That waits to be noticed. Scarlett’s magic is brash and loud, this slithers.I don’t call to it. Not yet.The scroll in my lap is etched with a language older than wolves, older than kings.Language of the Loom. The script hovers faintly above the parchment like it’s alive, whispering meaning if you’re quiet enough to hear.I trace the glyph for “Watcher.” Then the one for “Thread-Keeper.”The name appears a line later. Loki.Signe’s footsteps are soft, but not sneaky. She enters with two mugs and sets one down beside me before sitting. Her fingers are ink-stained. I know mine are too.“You haven’t moved i

Last Updated : 2025-07-01

Chapter 466 Bared

ChrisThe sheets are twisted beneath us. Not from sleep. We haven’t even tried.I should go back to my own bed, but not even a herd of elephants would be able to drag me away from him right now.Elliott lies next to me, his arm folded beneath his head, shirt long gone, breathing slow. Steady. Measured. Too measured. He’s obviously pouring all of his concentration into not panting.I’m not doing much better. My blood hasn’t cooled since the second his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh. And stayed there. Just resting. Warm and maddening and so close to undoing everything we swore we wouldn’t do yet.The room is quiet. Too quiet.I shift and feel my stomach clench when the back of my hand brushes the skin of his hip.He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t have to. His scent spikes and I can spell the want on him. The need. The bare-knuckle, drag-down desire. I’m sure I reek of it too.“Chris,” he whispers.“I know.”We lie there for another breath. Maybe two. And then I roll toward him. Cl

Last Updated : 2025-07-02

Chapter 467 The Line in the Ash

ScarlettI find her on the rooftop. Which annoys me, because this is my place. She doesn’t belong up here.Her silhouette is framed by starlight and there’s no denying her allure.She stands with her head tilted back, chestnut hair catching the wind like she’s waiting for the night to crown her.She knows I’m here. She hasn’t turned yet, but she knows.“I wondered how long it would take for you to come and look for a fight,” she says.I don’t respond.I step forward instead, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. Magic coils under my skin, bright and alert, ready to surge at the slightest wrong move. My hands are steady.Not because I’m calm. Because I’m done pretending I need to be. She put a hook in my boyfriend, she’s lucky I’m not incinerating her where she stands.Victoria turns to face me. Her eyes shine like polished glass. Cold. Pretty. Empty.“I thought you’d be more subtle,” she says, offering me a cruel smile. “Something like a veil of fire, a theatrical monologue. But no.

Last Updated : 2025-07-02

Chapter 468 The Tether Burns

ErikThe glyph on my wrist flares before I even reach the stairs. It’s not a tug this time. Not a whisper. It’s a warning.I stumble, catching the banister with one hand, sucking air between my teeth as the heat sinks in, winding through my bones like wire pulled too tight.Scarlett. She’s close by and angry. But not afraid.Victoria’s magic is coiling in response. Reactive, defensive. But there’s no strike.Not yet.I breathe through it and keep moving, one step at a time, hand clenched around the throbbing burn beneath my skin.By the time I reach the rooftop, the worst of it has passed.There’s only smoke curling from a jagged line in the gravel. A burned mark drawn like a blade across the rooftop’s skin.And Scarlett is standing just beyond it, breath ragged, eyes distant. She doesn’t look at me when I approach. Not until I speak.The line was drawn and Victoria chose to leave. I know that’s never been an option for my fierce werewolf warrior princess.Scarlett’s hand is trembling

Last Updated : 2025-07-02

Chapter 469 The Ashkeeper Speaks

Omni POVThe Ashkeeper wakes to silence.Not the silence of still air or soft snowfall. No, this silence is dense, like a cathedral swallowed by centuries. The kind of silence you can drown in. The kind you come back from changed.She stands from where she sits, knees stiff with sleep, shoulders heavy with age that has nothing to do with years. Ash spills from her robes in whispering folds, curling across the marble floor like living smoke.There are no doors here. No windows.Only threadbare sky and the whispering bones of a world long buried.The Ashkeeper drags a finger through the air. Flame follows. Dull. Blue-white. Cold.It hovers, and in it, an image forms.A girl. Not a child. Not yet a queen. But perhaps soon.Her name is Scarlett.She stands at the edge of a rooftop, a line of fire between her and another girl wrapped in thorns and guilt.The Ashkeeper smiles, though it is not a kind expression.“So,” she murmurs. “The vessel finally chooses.”She doesn’t speak aloud often.

Last Updated : 2025-07-03

Chapter 470 The Fire That Follows

ScarlettI wake choking on smoke that isn’t real.The sheets are tangled around my legs. My body’s slick with sweat. My magic is vibrating under my skin, pulsing like it’s trying to claw its way out.I sit up fast, dragging my hand through my hair, trying to breathe.It takes a full minute to convince myself that the bed isn’t burning. That I haven’t set the room alight in my sleep.But the scent is still there. Embers and ash and something wrong.The dream lingers like blood on my tongue. But it wasn’t just a dream. I know that down to my very core. It’s a vision.I saw myself. Eyes glowing white, mouth open in a scream that split the world. Mountains cracked. Skies bled. Magic curled like black thread around the bones of the earth. And I stood in the middle of it all, untouched, burning.Erik was gone. Everyone was gone. I was alone with my fire.I press my hands against the mattress in an effort to force them to stop shaking.The flame inside me is louder than it’s ever been. Not w

Last Updated : 2025-07-03

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