Todos los capítulos de Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

The Amazon jungle closed in around Princess Zara, filled with sounds and shadows, its canopy hanging heavy above her like a roof of vines and leaves. She pushed forward through the undergrowth, her boots sinking into damp soil, Zara pushed forward through the undergrowth, her boots sinking into damp, decaying soil, her breath sharp and shallow in the humid air. Every step felt heavier than the last, as though the forest itself were a sentient force resisting her intrusion. The cries of unseen birds echoed overhead like mocking laughter, and the hum of insects rose in waves, a constant reminder that she was far from the marble corridors of the Palace and the cold rain of New York. She was following her instincts, her heightened Lycan senses that had tethered her to Petric’s trail, leading her deep into the heart of the Amazon. Yet the deeper she went, the more she felt unseen eyes burning into the nape of her neck. This j

Anna paused, letting the silence amplify the weight of her next words. “You must have known the probability was high that your son was Zara’s fated mate. Last night, she received an indication, a soul-shattering one. Petric has likely marked another she-wolf as his chosen mate. Zara is half-mad with the agony of it. You know exactly what a broken fated bond does to a Lycan.” Emile stepped in front of Margie, a reflex of protection. “My Queen, with all due respect, we have no certainty that our children are fated. It is a theory, a hope, but nothing more. We can only know for certain when they are together, standing in front of us and confirming their bond. Petric is on holiday with Liam. You cannot blame Margie for his choices when we have no proof of a bond. Even if he has marked another, the links of a fated bond, if it exists, will remain although weak. They can be salvaged.” Anna didn't look at Emile.

Zara’s outburst was the breaking point for Calla. She stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a spark of the wolf she had finally found. “Zara, stop. Just stop. It’s over.” Her voice cut through the air, sharper and stronger than Zara had ever heard before. “There’s no point in trying to find reasons to drag Petric back. He’s his own person, and he made his choice. I made mine, too.” She stepped closer, her eyes blazing, every word deliberate. “Waris isn’t my soulmate, Zara. A soulmate wouldn’t have treated me like trash. A mate is supposed to protect me, stand beside me, not assault me, not abuse me, not reduce me to an object of lust.” Her voice cracked for a moment, but she pressed on, fiercer than before.“I’ve forgiven him, yes. But forgiveness doesn’t mean I can stay. I can’t be with him.” She drew a breath, shoulders squaring, as if bracing against the memory itself.

Stephan stood in the center of the clearing, the silence around him heavy and thick. For the first time, the man who had built a life out of being a mystery was wide open. The wolves of the Amazon pack watched him with a new kind of intensity. They had always known he was different, that his instincts were sharper and his presence more commanding than any wolf they had ever met. Now they knew why. He wasn’t just an Alpha, he was a Lycan, a piece of the old world living in the heart of the jungle, one who had guided every lost soul in this pack. “Alpha, you can’t stop now. The suspense is literally killing us,” Beta Azis grumbled, though his eyes remained wide. “I thought these kinds of messes only happened to us simple wolf families. The Royals are basically a high-stakes soap opera with teeth. Stephan let out a short, dry laugh that didn't hold much humor."I thought I had it figured out. I took Seb into confidence, told

The hum of the Gulfstream G650 was a steady, rhythmic drone that should have been soothing, but for Alpha Stephan, it sounded like a funeral march. He sat in the forward-most cabin, his large frame looking out of place in the delicate, cream-colored leather seat. He hadn't touched his glass of scotch, the ice had long since melted, diluting the amber liquid into something pale and unappealing. Forty two years ago. He closed his eyes, and for a second, he wasn't in a pressurized tube over the Atlantic. He was back in the mud of the borderlands, the smell of burnt cedar and wolf-blood clinging to his fur as he ran away from the only life he had ever known. He had left as a Royal son in law, he was returning as an Alpha who had seen too much. His stomach made a slow, nauseating roll that had nothing to do with turbulence. "You're shaking, Alpha," a soft voice said from behind him. “You are ter