Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By The Alpha King, Claimed By The Lycan King: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Scarlet's POV“No.” I brushed his hand off and stumbled back a few steps.My breath hitched as I dragged my fingers through my hair, trying to steady myself. Fear gripped me. Real, trembling fear—because I could feel it… I was beginning to fall for this young man standing right in front of me.“This isn’t right,” I murmured under my breath.“I was about to tell him to kiss me,” I whispered, my heart thundering as I pressed my hand against his chest.And worse… I could feel him.The heat of his body.The hard, unmistakable bulge pressed against me moments ago.He wanted me—badly. Wanted to claim me. And the terrifying part was… a part of me wanted him too.Joel looked harmless, gentle even. A good man with a soft heart.Maybe people were wrong about him from the very beginning.Maybe if I hadn’t met Damien first, I might have let myself give Joel a chance.Maybe if this fate sitting inside me like a ticking time bomb didn’t exist… maybe things would have been different.Just… maybe.“

Damien’s POVMy hand trembled at the sight of the blood flowing down my feet. Kira cupped my face, her breath fanning my neck as she carefully guided me back to my throne seat. I couldn’t explain how any of this happened. One moment I was standing, trying to hold myself together, and the next… bodies. Soldiers. All dead. Killed by me in a state I couldn’t even recall. Something greater, darker than me had taken over—wait.A sharp tingling shot beneath my skin, crawling upward like fire. I stared at my arm in horror. “Did you see that?” I asked, pointing at the faint, shifting pulse beneath my skin. “I don’t understand. I can’t see anything. Are you okay?” Kira looked confused, her fingers gently tightening around mine while the maids, pale and trembling, wiped off the blood. The remaining guards carried away the corpses in silence.The curse was back. I knew it. The nightmares, the sudden blackouts, waking up far from the palace grounds… and the worst part—catching myself chewing

Scarlet’s POVEverything was just my imagination. I wished—goodness, I wished—this were a game, some kind of trial set by the Moon Goddess. But it wasn’t. Nothing about my life had ever been that easy.Jace stood there with that calm, unnerving expression, telling me plainly that I had no other option but to train with Joel. My heart pounded so hard I thought he could hear it. As he turned to walk away.“Jace…” I called, but when he stopped and looked back, waiting…my throat closed. The words tangled, refusing to come out.“Never mind,” I muttered, sinking into the bed as he left. The door clicked shut, and I laid back in my bed. Staring at the ceiling, thoughts pulling me in every direction—especially Damien. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he losing himself? Did he miss me? Goodness, did he still think of me the way I thought of him?Sleep dragged me under before I even realized I had drifted.********************“Listen! The enemy won’t approach you this way,” Joel barked, flippin

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Scarlet’s POV“…Fuck, my neck hurts,” I muttered under my breath, twisting and pulling, trying to free myself. But nothing budged.A sharp, foul stench hit me so hard I gagged. My eyes snapped open, blurry and burning as memories slammed into me all at once.“This place smells disgusting…” I groaned, chains clinking when I tried to shift.Before I could get my vision straight, cold water crashed against my face. I gasped, blinking furiously—and froze.I was surrounded. And I was in trouble.“What… what happened?” I whispered, trying to piece everything together. The last thing I remembered was being caught in the woods… that wolf… a blow to the back of my neck… everything going dark.“Well, hey, pretty,” the man who threw the water stepped closer. His voice was rough, and the smirk on his face made my skin crawl.He reached for my cheek, but I was fast to refrain myself. “Don’t you dare touch me, you filthy thing,” I spat, trying to summon my wolf—but nothing answered. No pull. No gro