All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha King, Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Scarlet’s POVJoel’s fingers didn't move from my waist. If anything, they dug a fraction deeper into the silk of my dress, holding me steady while my legs continued to tremble."Joel," I whispered through dry lips, my eyes fixed on the man at the bottom of the steps. "Let go. Please.""He's not in his right mind, Scarlet," Joel muttered back, his tone flat, stripped of fear. "Look at him. He's covered in witch-marks and dragging chains. If he snaps, he'll tear through the elders before anyone can draw a blade.""I don't care," I choked out, pulling myself out of Joel’s grip. My slippers dragged against the grit on the balcony floor as I stepped up to the edge of the stairs. "Damien..."Damien didn't move an inch. He stood on the first stone riser, his bare chest heaving, dark blood crusting over the burns that crisscrossed his ribs. His knuckles were swollen, caked with dry dirt and gore from whatever hell he had clawed his way out of. But his gaze never wavered from my throat.He was

Scarlet’s POVThe sun was bleeding orange across the western ridge, painting the high stone walls of the courtyard in long, dark shadows.A crowd had formed around the training ring. Hundreds of wolves stood shoulder to shoulder—warriors, council elders, kitchen maids, trackers. Nobody dared to talk above a ragged whisper. The tension in the air was so thick you could smell the bile and cold sweat rising off the onlookers.A death challenge between an Alpha and his highest commander whom he had entrusted the position and myself to before leaving to fight Morgathis. This wasn't an everyday affair. It was ancient pack law. Blood wash blood."Luna, please... drink this," Sasha pleaded behind me, holding out a clay cup of warm tea steeped with mint and bitter roots. Her small hands shook so hard the brown liquid sloshed over the rim, staining the stone bench where I sat. She had learned to be loyal since that day. And she has also saw me in my lowest moments too, understanding why I did w

Scarlet’s POVThe courtyard turned into a madhouse the second the scout choked out his last breath.Wolves were screaming, dropping training daggers, and rushing toward the inner keep. The elders, who had been sitting comfortably watching Joel and Damien tear each other apart, were now stumbling over their own long robes, squealing like stuck pigs as they scrambled for the iron cellar gates."The children," I whispered. My stomach dropped through the floorboards.I turned on my heel, ready to bolt toward the nursery, but a large, blood-smeared hand clamped around my wrist.Damien.His chest was still heaving, bloody froth dripping from his split lip, but the murderous haze in his eyes had snapped shut. The Alpha in him—the warrior who had kept this pack alive through two border wars—was back."They won't touch the keep," Damien growled, his voice rough as gravel. He looked past me, his gaze locking directly onto Joel, who was wiping blood from his chin with the back of his bruised arm

Scarlet’s POVThe purple lightning split the damp vault air, moving so fast it smelled of burnt copper before it even hit.My Instinct took over. My wolf was still too exhausted to lend me her strength, but the dark witch magic boiling in my veins did not need a beast.I dropped low, skidding across the wet limestone floor. The lightning slammed into the stone wall right behind my head, blowing out a shower of sharp granite fragments that stung my bare shoulders.Before the first warlock could conjure a second volley, I surged upward.The heat from my daggers radiated against my knuckles, the blue flames going wild. I didn't fight like an elegant court lady, and I didn't fight like a trained swordsman. I fought like a feral mother protecing her kids.I rammed the right dagger straight up through the opening beneath the warlock’s steel gorget.The white-hot silver sliced through flesh and gristle like warm lard. The blue fire followed the blade, sinking deep into his throat, boiling hi

Scarlet’s POV"Damien, no!" I screamed, lunging to pull him away.I thought his rage had won. I thought he had completely lost his mind and was ripping Joel's throat out while the man lay helpless on the straw.Before my fingers could even touch his shoulders, Damien's massive hand shot up, shoving me backward. I stumbled, hitting my hip against the wooden edge of the cradle, crying out as the blunt pain flared through my lower body."Stay back, Scarlet!" Damien growled through clenched teeth, his mouth still buried deep in the rotting meat of Joel's shoulder.Joel’s body violently seized. His back arched off the floorboards, a strangled, wet scream tearing out of his gray lips as Damien’s fangs dug deeper. His fists clenched into the bloody straw, veins bulging on his pale forehead until they looked ready to burst.Damien wasn't tearing. He was drinking.He sucked the black, foul-smelling witch poison straight out of the wound, his throat bobbing in hard, rhythmic gulps. The sickly pu