Semua Bab Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate: Bab 141 - Bab 150

MAYAMy heart thudded painfully in my chest as I tried to keep my eyes fixed on him in the dark room.He sauntered toward me and flicked his finger, causing a soft light to sprout from the tips, illuminating his face and part of the room. He looked different, much more mature than he had four years ago. The boyish features that once gave him the vibe of a high school kid were gone, replaced by sharp, chiseled edges that spoke of a man who had fully embraced his power.His body had changed as well. He stood before me, bulkier and more muscular, seeming even taller now, towering over me, almost taller than Kael by several inches. But that wasn’t the problem… he was nearly naked.Not completely bare, but he wore a pair of jeans that molded to his skin, accentuating his long, powerful legs, and a tight singlet that clung to his arms and torso. My eyes traveled the length of his body, unconsciously appreciating the raw masculinity on display, until they met his gaze. There was a cocky grin

KaelWe arrived at Silvermere Pack a few minutes later.Elder Thorne had already come out to welcome us and immediately offered to take Finn to where Maya was being kept. The High Priestess and I followed behind at a slower, more measured pace. After a few steps, she deliberately slowed down and waited for me until we were walking side by side.“You remind me so much of your parents, Lycan Leader,” she said softly as she gave me a small smile.I turned to her, momentarily surprised that she was bringing up my parents so suddenly. “You knew my parents?” I asked.She nodded, and her smile widened into something warmer. “Who didn’t?” she chuckled lightly. “I knew them very well. They were extraordinary… one of the best couples our world has ever seen. They were brave, loyal, and deeply in love. They had one of the most intense mate bonds I’ve ever witnessed, despite being born into different worlds. They existed so peacefully together, and we all knew they would never be able to survive

MAYATwo days later…“Maya… Maya… Maya…”I stirred as my eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. I wanted to open my eyes and ask who was calling and what they wanted, but my mouth felt too heavy.“Maya… Maya… Maya…”The voice came again, more insistent than the first time. Grumbling under my breath, I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and rose.The voice called once more, even more insistent, and I followed after it. My mind was too foggy, as if I were trapped halfway between a dream and reality. I stumbled forward, half-asleep and half-awake, running into the wall several times as the voice continued beckoning me.Each time I hesitated, the voice called again, urging me forward.“Maya…”I felt my hand push against a door, and the crisp night air greeted me like a cold embrace. I stepped into the darkness.“…too bright!” I murmured, trying to move away from the harsh light shining on my face. I threw a lazy hand over my eyes, wondering why my bed felt so hard.“…close the bl

MAYAMy mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions I couldn’t quite untangle. The warmth of Finn’s touch still lingered on my skin, but so did the weight of everything else. Xander’s plans, the looming threat of the Ferals, and the strange pull this pack seemed to have on me. I barely had time to sit on the edge of my bed before Nanny entered. Her face was etched with a thoughtful, almost troubled expression.“Hey,” I greeted her with a small smile.She barely acknowledged the greeting. Instead, she walked straight up to me and placed her cool palm gently against my forehead, her brows furrowed in concentration.“Do you feel strange?” she asked quietly. “Any fever? Dizziness? Anything unusual?”“Nope,” I shook my head, slightly amused but mostly confused. “Why are you asking?”She hesitated, hovering over me like she was searching for something she couldn’t quite see. “Have you been having any unusual dreams lately? Or do you feel like you might be coming down with something?”“Na

MAYAThe late afternoon sun had softened into a gentler golden light, but my mind was still restless, replaying Nanny’s tearful warnings on an endless loop.As soon as I stepped inside the main building, my steps slowed. A familiar scent wrapped around me. Kael? What is he doing back at the Packhouse this early? He usually returned late at night, never in the evening. Curiously, I followed his scent through the quiet hallways until it led me to a partially open door… Kael’s den. I hesitated for a second, then pushed the door open slowly, careful not to make a sound. Peeking inside, I saw him.He was slumped in a large chair. His head rested heavily on his right hand, fast asleep. Although his expression looked peaceful in sleep, the exhaustion was written all over him. Dark circles framed his closed eyes, and his broad shoulders sagged in a way I had never seen before. He looked drained, vulnerable in a manner that tugged painfully at something deep inside me.I hesitated at the do