Alle Kapitel von Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate: Kapitel 271 – Kapitel 280

MAYAI ran through the forest, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.The earth beneath my feet blurred into streaks of green and brown. My breath was ragged, my body trembling and stumbling over exposed roots, my knees hitting the ground hard. But I scrambled up again, pushing forward, desperate to keep moving. I had to.The revelation I'd just discovered about my past, about my life as Neriah, rang in my mind. Everything I knew, everything I had believed, had been part of the large truth. A spec of what was the truth.Everything made sense for the first time since discovering I was the Moonwhisperer. The visions, the strange familiarity with powers I'd never used, the pull I felt toward both Kael, Finn, and the mysterious Corvus or Xander or the Dark One. It wasn't a coincidence. I was the karmic reincarnation of Neriah.I was Neriah reborn; I wasn't just some girl with pheromones, I was cursed, the pheromones, at least mine were a curse. A punishment for Neriah's wrongdoings man

MAYAFinn's jaw clenched. "And you expect me to believe that? To stand down and let Kael take everything?""Ideally, you started all of these in the first place, Finn. You rebelled against the Obsidian Throne, insulted Kael and…""So what?" he straightened fully and stalked towards me with a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you now team Kael? He's a Lycan, Maya. He's half man, half beast. Do you think he would ever accept you as his own? You think he will love you for who you are. The only reason why Kael suddenly realized that he loves you is that you're now worth something and…""I won't stand here and listen to you say nonsense!" I interrupted him by taking a step towards him. I could feel the familiar simmer of anger rising within me again. "You're an ungrateful bastard even back then and now.""And what of you?" he fired back, looking me squarely in my eyes. "I saved you. I wasted four years of my life in a dungeon because of you and yet…""You killed my father!" I didn't allow hi

KAEL"I think you should hold off for now," Tobias said as soon as he entered the monitoring camp. "Finn is not responding; if anything, he has been unusually quiet. That is concerning, we should think about preserving the strength of our resources at least until we know his standpoint.""Finn is not sitting with his hands folded behind his back," I returned, staring at the large screens across Ashbourne that our drones were surveying. "He's not stupid.""And women and children are the ones facing the brunt of this needless war. Maya is fine, plus what if this was a ploy to make both of you start fighting? Isla never liked Maya if she did…""On whose side are you on again, Tobias…" I turned to him, suppressing the anger that was coursing through me in waves. Whenever I remember that Maya was with Finn, it doubles. My mind has made up more than a thousand scenarios of both of them together, and in all the scenarios, Finn was taking advantage of her."On your side, obviously, but I am n

KAEL "Is he dead?" I heard myself asking.I was practically clutching at the straws of my heart as I waited for Tobias to reply. His eyes widened as he stared at me with horror."Why would you wish death on him?""That's how you made it seem. You said you'd leave the explanations to the pack healers, so I expected the worst.""For Moon's sake, Kael," he sighed. "He's not dead, but their camp was the first camp to be attacked by the Ferals, him and the other Elders there. He's injured, has deep injuries, and is currently sedated. They need you to give the go-ahead for the surgery. One of the Feral's teeth got stuck in his…""Will he be fine? Is he at risk of dying, perhaps?" I interrupted him. "Honestly, that's all I want to know. We're in a more dire situation than my grandfather's well-being, and I'm sure right now, he has the entire hospital running after him.""He's not, but the healers thought you'd be worried and…""That's great. Tell them to go ahead with the surgery. Now, let'

KAELMy footsteps echoed through the halls of the pack house when I arrived.My mind was still a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The scent of death still clung to my clothes, the aftermath of the Feral attack on my pack. So far, fifteen dead, including three children, and more than a hundred injured.The number of dead seemed small, but to me, it was a record of my failure. My father, when he was alive, and even my grandfather, who had served as a regent before I became old enough to take over, had never recorded the number of disasters and deaths I have had so far.It was as if the universe was against me and was putting it out there as a reminder that it really doesn't care about me. The images of the dead people still haunted me, fueling the rage that simmered just beneath my skin.But it wasn't the anger that drove me now. It was doubt.The atmosphere was quiet, as always; the Feral attack would make the streets empty. Even the maids and Omegas on duty were not clustered in gro