All Chapters of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

There are levels of torture, hurt, agony and worry. And one of the highest is betrayal. The vampires acted as if they were the most polished and well-established members of the community, and their sacrifice, as they proclaimed, to please their other higher-rank members, seemed like a façade. The fear of being eaten alive and defeated at the end, seemed to creep a sense of fear in them.I’d seen them on the battlefield—some of them elegant and merciless, others wild and untamed. But today… today something was off. Not all of them were fighting with their usual fervor. Not all of them looked like they even wanted to be there.At first, I thought it was my imagination—wishful thinking. After all, I was exhausted, drained, and fraying at every edge. Ariana was still recovering, barely alive, being tended by Shane and the other healers behind the lines. But then I saw it again. A vampire with ash-blonde hair stood over one of our injured warriors. He raised his clawed hand… and paused. Jus

The battlefield was drenched in ash and blood, yet silence had fallen. A terrifying silence. One that blanketed the field like a curse before a storm. I stood at the edge of the clearing, sword still drawn, limbs heavy, eyes searching. The vampires made a grave mistake. No two. One was to be a coward and attack the pups of the pack. The other was to awaken the prophecy. Ever since yesterday, Ariana has been invincible. Everyone around her, including Shane and the Elders were scared of her. She didn’t notice much of herself, but everyone around could see the shift in power. Moreover the murmurs of the prophecy caused much more fear and stir in both the vampires and the werewolves.This was the fourth day, and we were tired and worn out, but the need to eliminate those bastards was even more powerful. Soldiers clashed, clashed on every end and fought

Everything was over. I walked to the tenets where we were stationed. This was a victory. The vampires who tried to run away were captured. Some that escaped us, would not live long. Their prophecy was incomplete and they had not fulfilled their promise to their coven. They would soon be punished. The rest that were captive would now be punished by the wolves. They would take their own sweet time and kill them slowly, torturing them for this. It was unfortunate that Nerissa perished. I would have had the fun of peeling her skin layer by layer, until I dissect her so well that all she would be left with is her soul. “Ariana!” Shane gasped as she saw me. I looked at her and then at myself. She was staring at me like a ghost. It was then I realized that I was coated in blood and some black shit, that was coated on Nerissa. I shook my head and continued walking, feeling numb with everything that had happened. She pulled me, making me look at her. I let her drag me, as she made me sit. Look

The dream was a nightmare. I woke up gasping, clutching my chest, the weight of it still pressing down like a phantom hand. My heart raced. Sweat clung to my temples as if I’d run through fire. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to wipe the images from my memory — but they refused to leave.The scent of lavender and old blood. A smile that felt too familiar. A pair of warm hands tracing my waist. I had leaned into it. I smiled.And when I turned to kiss him — it wasn’t Xavier.It was Lucas.My stomach twisted.I forced myself to breathe, to focus on the present. Slowly, I opened my eyes. A soft light filled the tent, filtering through the thin canvas walls. The pain was dull now, like an old bruise just un

I didn’t want her to come.She had barely woken up yesterday, still bruised and shaken. Her skin was paler than usual, her steps slow and uncertain. And yet, here she was — standing beside me with fire in her eyes, her jaw clenched in defiance as we approached the dungeon that held the very man who had nearly destroyed everything.Xavier.“You need rest, Ariana,” I said, for the fifth time since we left the infirmary. “You’re still healing. The doctor said—”“I’ve rested enough,” she cut in, her voice cold, final. “I need to see him.”She didn’t say his name. That stung more than I expected.&ldquo