Lahat ng Kabanata ng Saving My Rejected Mate: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Aria entered the dining area and sat beside Cecil and Nina, her senses more alert than usual, every movement around her somehow sharper.“Where’s Shaman Orun?” she asked, glancing toward the empty seat. “Won’t he be joining us for breakfast?”Matilda looked up from pouring tea. “He left early. Said he had something urgent to attend to. Why? Did you need to speak with him?”“Not exactly,” Aria replied, brow furrowing slightly. “I just assumed he’d be here for the cleansing later. But if he’s gone, maybe another shaman can take over.”Matilda’s gaze lingered on Aria for a beat longer than usual. “That can be arranged. Though Orun did mention the energy around you has been shifting. You’ve felt it, haven’t you?”Aria gave a faint nod, fingers tightening around her cup. “Yes. It’s like… my wolf is getting younger. Stronger than before. I used to think I was just drained from years of corporate work, but now…” Her lips quirked. “Now I feel like I could take on the world—like I did back in

Mason’s eyes flared, his fists clenched at his sides. A growl vibrated in his chest—low, guttural, barely restrained.But Julian couldn't control his fist from flying to Jude's face once again.“Who is it?” he demanded, his voice now a sharp snarl. “Who’s behind all of this?”Jude leaned forward as far as the chains would allow, the silver sizzling against his neck. His voice dropped to a whisper, venomous and cold.“They’re already watching you, Chairman. And they’re not afraid of your Lycan blood.”Mason’s fury rose like a tide—but beneath it, a dark realization twisted in his gut.This went far deeper than Elliot. And if Jude was right, they were all standing at the edge of a war they couldn’t see coming.And before Mason could hurl another question, Jude’s head snapped back, and a shrill, guttural laugh erupted from his throat. It echoed off the walls like a death knell. Then—A sickening sound split the air—something snapping inside his mouth.Foam burst from his lips.His body c

Cecil stood frozen, her entire body rigid with shock. Her wide eyes locked onto Jacob’s. Everyone around them held their breath, waiting for her reaction.Then, Jacob stepped forward, his expression raw with longing. He pulled her tightly into his chest in a sudden, possessive embrace. “Please,” he murmured. “Say something… my mate.”“No!”Cecil’s voice rang out like a whipcrack.With a powerful shove, she hurled Jacob backward with enough force to knock him off his feet and send him crashing into the sand. She didn’t wait to see the aftermath—she turned and bolted toward the guest villa.“Cecil!” Aria shouted after her. Without hesitation, she spun to Matilda. “I’m sorry, I need to go after her. I’ll see you at dinner!” she called, already sprinting after her best friend.Jacob sat dazed in the sand, his breath knocked out of him—not from the fall, but from the shock. He could only watch as Cecil disappeared from view, her scent still lingering in the salt-laced breeze.Standing near

It was the second night since Shaman Orun had been summoned back to the city to assist Mason and Julian, leaving Aria in the care of his apprentices. Though the young shamans followed his ritual to the letter, the process was slower—less refined—and far more draining. Each session left Aria’s limbs trembling, her body sore, and her spirit cracked open a little wider than before. But it gave the same result, so she was fine with it.Still, she kept to her routine. After every cleansing, no matter how weak she felt, she would drag herself to Nina’s room. That quiet ritual, reading a book under the warm glow of the bedside lamp, Nina tucked into her little cocoon of blankets, was the only thing that felt right and gave her peace in her life right now.But tonight, as she returned to the guest villa, weariness clinging to her like a second skin, she was met with the sound of laughter. Cecil and Samantha were sprawled on the sofa, faces lit up by the flickering screen, the echoes of a come

Aria smirked, eyes gleaming with dangerous delight as Mason lay beneath her, his composure cracking. She silenced his trembling lips with a single finger, voice husky with dominance. “Shh… Easy now, Chairman,” she purred. “Right now, you belong to me. Every inch of you. And I’ll do whatever I damn well please.”She traced his lips with her tongue, slow, taunting, before pulling back just as he tried to seize her kiss, denying him the control he so often wielded.Her hands slid down to his thighs as she straddled him fully, feet planted firmly on either side. Without warning, she began to ride him, her pace was willful, sensual… and commanding.Mason’s fingers gripped her legs, grounding himself against the rising tide of sensation. But Aria was relentless. She quickened her pace, hips snapping forward with a growing urgency that sent fire through their veins.Then he retaliated. His thumb found that sensitive bundle between her legs. He pressed, circled, and teased, earning a deep, g