Semua Bab Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Cora's POV The fire crackled softly in the living room, casting warm orange light across the stone walls of the Alpha’s mansion. Outside, Frostbite was buried under another layer of snow. I could see it through the tall windows that stretched from the floor almost to the ceiling ....... thick white drifts piling against the pine trees and the frozen earth beyond the pack grounds. Winter had settled in deeply. I curled my fingers tighter around the mug of tea in my hands, letting the warmth seep into my skin. The living room was quiet this early in the morning, the rest of the house still mostly asleep. Which was exactly why I had come down here. Peace. Or at least a few moments of it. The couch beneath me was soft, wrapped in dark blankets that smelled faintly like cedar and smoke from the fireplace. The flames danced slowly in the hearth, filling the room with a steady warmth that pushed back the chill coming from the windows. But even with the fire burning, the a

Cora's POV The map on the table was already covered with red markings. Too many. Each mark represented a rogue attack on Frostbite territory over the last few weeks. None of them had been large enough to threaten the pack directly, but together they formed a pattern that none of us could ignore anymore. Everyone in the room already knew one thing for certain. The rogues were organized. Which meant someone was controlling them. My father stood at the head of the table, his large hands braced against the wood as he studied the markings. My mother stood beside him, calm but visibly tense. Eric leaned over the opposite side of the table, examining the border lines carefully. Cain remained near the wall with his arms crossed, watching everything quietly. He had arrived that morning, all tense and broody. Hannah sat beside me on the couch near the fireplace. She looked better than she had earlier that morning, but Eric’s gaze kept drifting toward her every few seconds. He was

Cora's POV The tracking team returned just before dawn. I knew something was wrong the moment I heard the commotion outside the mansion. Raised voices. Running footsteps. The sharp, metallic scent of blood carried faintly through the cold morning air. I pushed open the front doors and stepped onto the stone porch just as two warriors rushed up the path from the forest. One of them was leaning heavily against the other. Blood soaked through the sleeve of his jacket, dripping onto the snow with each step. My stomach dropped. Behind me, Eric appeared almost instantly. “What happened?” he demanded. The warrior supporting the injured one helped him sit on the steps. “Ambush,” he breathed. Eric knelt immediately, inspecting the wound. The gash along the man’s arm was deep, claw marks tearing through muscle and skin. But it wasn’t fatal. “They spotted you?” Eric asked. The injured warrior shook his head weakly. “No.” “Then how did this happen?” “T

Cora’s POV The frostbitten air inside the mansion felt warmer than outside, but it didn’t erase the unease settling over the room. I stood near the large window, watching the pale moonlight shimmer over the endless forest, and tried to calm my racing thoughts. Frostbite territory, our home, had never felt so… fragile. Every shadow seemed to whisper danger, and I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. Eric appeared in the doorway, dark eyes scanning the room like he was reading the room itself. He didn’t smile. He never really did when we were gathered for matters like this. “We need to go over the intel again,” he said quietly, his voice low but firm. I nodded, following him to the large oak table in the center of the room. My parents, the Alpha King and Queen, were already there, along with Cain, who stood off to the side like a shadow trying to make himself invisible. “Everyone,” my father began, his tone calm but edged with authority, “Eric has returned with information

Cora’s POV The mansion was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that settled deep into the walls and made every distant sound feel sharper. Pale winter light slipped through the tall windows of the living room, painting long golden streaks across the polished floors. Outside, snow blanketed the forest like an untouched canvas. I stood near the fireplace, cradling a mug of coffee between my hands. The warmth seeped into my fingers, but it didn’t quite reach the tension curled inside my chest. Something about today felt… strange. Not dangerous exactly. Like the forest itself was holding its breath. Across the room, Eric leaned over the large oak table, studying a map spread open in front of him. His hair was slightly messy, like he had run his hands through it too many times already this morning. A pencil rested between his fingers as he traced lines across the map. Focused. Calm. Dangerously handsome. My gaze lingered longer than it probably should have. Eric sensed