All Chapters of His Rejected Mate's Secret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV: SharedThe sky above Bloodstone had stopped looking like a sky.It looked like a wound.Grey light bled through fractured clouds while streaks of unnatural red occasionally tore across the horizon, brief, violent reminders that the Gate was no longer distant.It was everywhere.The battlefield stretched beyond the outer ridge, where broken stone met scorched earth. What used to be defensive territory had become a shifting warfront that refused to hold shape for long.And today,It broke again.The Red Tide came not as a wave, but as a collapse.A synchronized surge of Mirror-born entities pushed forward with terrifying precision, forcing the pack into constant retreat. Every line that formed was dismantled within minutes. Every defense was tested, adapted to, then bypassed.Bloodstone was no longer holding ground.It was losing it in measured pieces.Corin stood at the center of it all.His voice had become the only consistent thing in the chaos.“Fallback to inner ridge!” he sho

POV: AfnanThe forest changed without warning.There was no sound.No tremor.No visible shift at first.Just,Wrongness.I felt it before I saw it.A subtle pull inside my chest, like something had reached into the space between breaths and stretched it slightly out of place.Then the world… slipped.Not fully.Not cleanly.Just enough to make reality feel uncertain.“Afnan?”Delph’s voice cut through the tension immediately.Close.Grounded.Real.I turned toward him instinctively, anchoring myself to his presence.But even as I did,Something behind him moved.Not him.Not the wolves around us.The space.The trees in the distance flickered.For a split second, they weren’t trees.They were something else.Thinner.Twisted.The bark darker, almost black, veins of faint red light running beneath the surface like something alive inside them.Then they snapped back.Normal again.My breath caught.“You saw that?” I asked quietly.Delph didn’t hesitate.“Yes.”His voice was calm.Too c

POV: DelphThe ground beneath my feet changed again.But this time, It didn’t feel random.It felt deliberate.The empty expanse I had been walking through began to take shape, slowly forming into something more structured. Shadows stretched across the terrain, not cast by light, but by memory.The air thickened.Not with pressure.With presence.I stopped.Because I recognized this feeling.Not from the Gate.From myself.“This isn’t the terrain,” I said quietly.“It’s me.”The space ahead responded instantly.The world folded inward.And then, It reformed.Bloodstone.Whole.Unbroken.Alive.I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching wolves move with purpose, voices steady, structure intact.For a moment,It almost felt real.Then I saw myself.Standing at the center.Stronger.Colder.Untouched by doubt.My reflection, but not one I had ever become.That version of me turned slowly.And looked directly at me.“You hesitated,” he said.His voice was mine.But stripped of restr

POV: CorinBloodstone no longer stood.It endured.Barely.What remained of the fortress looked less like a structure and more like something refusing to collapse out of sheer will alone. Walls leaned at unnatural angles, cracked stone barely holding under its own weight. Entire sections had fallen away, leaving jagged openings where defenses used to be.And the ground, The ground never stopped moving.Not violently anymore.But constantly.A low, unstable shifting beneath every step, like the land itself had forgotten how to stay still.Corin stood at what used to be the inner courtyard.Now it was just open space surrounded by ruin.And even that space was shrinking.“Rotate the injured to the lower shelter!” he called out, his voice cutting through the constant noise of movement, strain, and distant conflict.A wolf nearby hesitated.“The lower shelter’s compromised,”“Then reinforce it,” Corin snapped. “We don’t have alternatives.”The wolf nodded quickly and moved.Corin exhaled

POV: SerenaThe world didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore.Not fully.Not cleanly.It felt… borrowed.Like I was standing inside something that had already decided what I was supposed to become.The Mirror influence never left completely.It lingered.Not as a voice anymore.Not as a presence I could clearly point to.But as a pressure behind my thoughts.A quiet distortion beneath my decisions.I stood at the edge of fractured terrain, where reality bent just slightly out of alignment. The ground here shifted between solid earth and something colder, smoother, almost glass-like beneath the surface.Every step reminded me I wasn’t stable.Not entirely.I exhaled slowly.My breath fogged briefly in the air before dissolving into nothing.That alone was wrong.Everything here reacted differently.Everything felt watched.“You’re still resisting.”The voice wasn’t external.It rose inside me.Not sharp.Not commanding.Familiar.I closed my eyes briefly.“No,” I whispered.“I’m th