All Chapters of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I stood in front of the council, in the court,my hands handcuffed in the front. I didn’t expect them to forgive me.Not truly.Forgiveness wasn’t something you could demand — it had to be earned, scraped together piece by piece, even if the hands that reached for it were stained with blood. I had those hands. I had that blood. No matter the intentions, no matter the fight I turned against Nerissa… the truth was undeniable.I had killed. I had led them. I had worn the crown of monsters.Now, I stood among the people I had once called family — people who flinched when they saw my face, who stiffened when I passed them, who lowered their eyes not out of respect, but revulsion.

 There were nights when I couldn’t sleep. Nights when I’d lie awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if there was a version of this life where I didn’t mess up so catastrophically. Where I didn’t reject her. Where I didn’t ruin the one thing I had no right to want — Ariana.Tonight was one of those nights.The moonlight bled through the window and pooled over the floor, pale and cruel. I sat at the edge of the bed I never warmed, hands tangled in my hair, trying to shut off the thoughts that refused to leave me. But they clung like ghosts — every word, every moment, every look she had once given me, and the way it slowly stopped being mine.I should’ve been happy for her.That’s what I told myself.

There was a rhythm to the pack again.It wasn’t the same one we had before the war — that heartbeat was gone, buried with the ones we lost and the illusions we once clung to. But something softer had begun to grow in its place. A steadiness. A breath. A sigh of relief we weren’t ready to call peace, but perhaps... recovery.The war had gutted us. Bodies, hearts, trust — all torn open and left to fester in the silence that followed. The council chambers still smelled of blood some days, even when they were scrubbed clean. People still walked like they were waiting for alarms. For chaos. For betrayal.And some looked over their shoulder when they saw him.Xavier.

The sun rose slow and golden, bleeding through the thin curtains of our bedroom. For once, I didn’t feel the instinct to get up and train, report to a council, or guard my own life. Today, I wasn’t a vampire learning to be human again. I wasn’t a warrior returning from exile.I was just… hers. Theirs.Ariana stirred beside me, strands of her hair sticking to her cheek. Her breathing was soft and even, a kind of peace that used to feel impossible. Ryan, ever our sunrise surprise, had already been fed and lay snuggled in his crib. Aurora, on the other hand, had declared war on her shoes and was currently using them as boats in the hallway puddle she made out of spilled juice and her own imagination.It was chaos.And it was heaven.“I’ll get her,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to Ariana’s forehead. She hummed sleepily and gave me that half-asleep smile that always made me feel like I could conquer the world.By the time I returned with Aurora in one arm and a wet cloth in the other, Arian

The night air was cool against my skin, quiet in the way forests are after they’ve mourned, after they’ve healed. I stood alone beneath the moon, my children safe and asleep, my mate curled on the couch with Ryan breathing softly against his chest. Aurora had long since fallen asleep with her toy fox still clutched in hand, curled near the fire. And yet, something tugged at my heart — gentle, persistent.It wasn’t my pain anymore. It was his.Lucas.I had cried over Xavier. I had bled for my son. I had fought for this pack. But Lucas… he had never asked me to fight for him. He never once demanded my love or my loyalty. He stood there — beside me, behind me, even beneath me if that was what it took to keep me from falling apart.And wh