All Chapters of Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The irony of this discussion was sharp enough to cut. This debate about mating was the entire, shameful reason for my panicked flight from the Kingdom, the forbidden bond between a hybrid and a Lycan Princess. While I spoke with conviction, I knew the challenges were monumental; my mother was living proof. But in my case, it was a Lycan Princess, part of the untouchable Regal bloodline, and the sheer confidence the Royal family had placed in my parents. Royal Lycans were always unquestionably pure-blood, a stately representation of the Lycanthrope race. I forcefully pushed those thoughts away, grounding myself back in the casual camaraderie with my two friends. As we neared New York, a flood of incoming notifications began viciously overwhelming our phones. I glanced down at mine and saw a message from my mother, reminding me once more of her deep, unwavering love and her desperate hope of seeing me again

Petric’s Point of View still The second we stepped off the plane’s stairs, it wasn't just the air, it was a vibe. It hit me like a massive, warm wave. Forget that weird, musty airplane smell, this place was totally wild. It was super thick, incredibly humid, and smelled like crazy-damp dirt, sweet flowers I couldn't even guess at, and that fresh, cool scent after a heavy rain. I could feel my body just react. It was like every cell I had gone from 'sleep mode' to 'max power,' flushing out all the city stress. My wolf-strength got a ridiculous, untamed boost, like a power-up. The energy here wasn't chill or filtered, it was straight-up raw and full-throttle, kind of hectic but in the best way possible. This didn't just feel good, it felt epic. This was exactly where I was supposed to be. This place felt like home. “Yeah, we can absolutely settle in here,” Call

Petric’s Point of View still “I’m definitely coming back to this exact spot. Just don't know when, but I owe this place another two full days of eating,” Liam promised. He was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with the kind of reverence you usually save for a religious relic. The guy had just achieved true food enlightenment.I laughed, a deep, relaxed sound that felt good to let out. Seriously, a meal this good, especially when you weren't expecting it, could make a werewolf promise anything. We’d tried, honestly, to be polite and eat slowly, but we were both running on empty, and the food, roast goat, plantain mash, and a cassava stew that just sang, was pure, restorative magic. About thirty minutes later, we were totally stuffed, just leaning back in a collective, blissful food coma. The hall of that little community place was finally emptying out. Lanterns threw long, warm shadows against

“ Well, well,” Liam murmured while he watched the spot where the boat had vanished. “That was less than ideal.” Calla immediately dropped her pack and pulled the field binoculars from her breast pocket. She scanned the surrounding jungle line on the mainland with the intensity of a predator who had just realized she was being watched. “They’re watching us,” she confirmed with a throaty growl that carried an edge of lethal certainty. “I saw a flash of silver, probably a lens or scope housing, back by that huge Kapok tree. They wanted us on this island, Petric. Which means they either want to isolate us for an easy strike or, more likely, they want to trap us.” I ran a hand through my hair, aware that the easy tourist front I’d been wearing was slipping, exposing the tension beneath it. Every instinct screamed at the precision of the setup. “It’s too perfect. They didn’t just strand us, they

I held my breath, waiting. Then, the voice resonated again, closer this time, heavy and ancient. “Petric, I am Cello, your wolf. This shift will not be easy. If you had stayed near Zara, the mate bond would have helped us. But here we are on unknown ground. Running away was not a good idea.”A fierce, primal rush of pride surged through my core, my wolf was real, and he was here! ‘So, it truly is Zara. But I had no choice, she is far outside our league. We’ll find someone else who will love us, even if it’s a human. Don’t worry,’ I countered.Cello shook his massive head, a gesture of weary resignation. ‘Alright, let’s focus on the shift. Let nothing distract you. I am pouring all my strength into making this as easy as possible for you.’ Then my bones began to reform. A ghastly, low creaking started in the oppressive silence, immediately followed by the simultaneous fracturing of the soft bones in my face