All Chapters of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The garden had always been a place of silence, but tonight it felt sacred.The sun had dipped below the palace spires, casting the hedges and creeping ivy in long, slanted shadows. A soft breeze whispered through the leaves, stirring the scent of rain-soaked earth and fading jasmine. It was quiet — not the empty kind of quiet that gnawed at the bones, but something gentler. Waiting. Breathing.And there she was.She sat beneath the same ancient oak as before, back straight, hands resting loosely in her lap. She wore a pale green gown that blended almost seamlessly with the grass around her. For a moment, she looked like she belonged to the earth itself — carved from sorrow, but rooted deep in resilience.I hesitated a few feet away, clearing my throat softly

The message arrived just past sundown.A folded scroll, sealed in wax with the royal crest, was handed to me by a trembling servant. His eyes didn’t meet mine as he passed it over, and he scurried away the moment I took it.I didn’t need to open it.I already knew what it meant.Lucien was summoning her again.My throat felt tight as I read the words, each syllable cruel in its simplicity:"The Queen is to attend His Majesty in his private chamber tonight. Immediately after dusk."No reason. No request. No care.Just a command.The same way you might summon a dog.I stood outside her door for several moments, scroll clenched in my hand, unable to bring myself to knock. The very idea of delivering this message — of forcing her into that monster’s lair again — made something in me twist and burn.When I finally rapped my knuckles against the wood, the sound felt louder than thunder.It took her a moment to answer. I imagined she knew. Somehow, I felt she always did.The door creaked open

Another couple of weeks passed away in a blur.Spring had arrived with its usual fanfare—lush green spilling across the palace grounds, delicate petals clinging to every breeze, and a thousand colors blooming where the snow had once reigned. The palace stirred with purpose during this season. Food, medicine, and donations were distributed to the villages beyond the walls, an annual offering of goodwill, paraded as a gift from the crown.And Seraphina... she stood at the heart of it all.The Queen, cloaked in radiance that barely masked her grief.She wore bright colors — hues she never touched before. Golds, emeralds, soft pinks and sunlit yellows. Her head was held high, her voice calm and composed as she spoke to commoners, inspected donations, and walked b

No one bothered about this queen, but I did. And since then I have seen the difference. Thanks to the knowledge I gained from my aunt, I was able to help her. And I was even grateful for the fact that she trusted me. Trusted me so much that she would accept whatever I got for her. Fruits, simple cooked meals, small dosages of the drinks she was supposed to have to nourish herself, she accepted everything with grace and gratefulness.A touch of pink returned to her cheeks, and though her eyes were still shadowed with sleeplessness, she no longer walked tiredly, as she used to. Maybe it was the life inside her that slowly brought life back to her eyes. We didn’t speak of the pregnancy aloud beyond those quiet moments. The court didn’t know. The King certainly didn’t. And I had no intention of being the reason he found out.But every once in a while, when I walked beside her in the garden or delivered her tea in the mornings, I would ask how she felt.She’d nod, a soft murmur of, “Still

Days passed in blur, and honestly the weather turned gloomier. Rains fed the kingdom, bringing the tears of heaven to the people of the earth. The clouds loomed making days look darker and nights look scarier. The crops grew greener while the people grew moodier. Well, not everyone was a fan of the rains. Luckily it didn’t snow that much here unlike the outer parts of the kingdom. But there was one ray of sunshine and that was the Queen. For me there was and there will always be one Queen.Queen Seraphina.Colors and blood returned to her face. She looked much better than the pale ghostly face that took over her features over the past few months.She was still quite weak, moving slowly and carefully. She would flinch due to the thunder and lightning, making m