Semua Bab Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Eric’s POV The sound that woke me wasn’t subtle. It was violent. Glass shattering. The crash echoed through the mansion like thunder. My eyes flew open. For a split second my mind struggled to understand where I was. Then instinct took over. I was out of bed before the sound fully died. Another crash echoed downstairs. A shout. Then the unmistakable sound of wolves fighting. My heart slammed against my ribs. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I pulled on a shirt as I stepped into the hallway. A door opened across the corridor. Hannah stood there, her hair loose, eyes wide with confusion and fear. “Eric?” she whispered. Then another sound came from downstairs. A wolf’s snarl. And suddenly the dread hit me. Cold. Sharp. Cora. I didn’t answer Hannah. I was already moving. I reached the staircase in seconds and took the steps two at a time. Halfway down, the scent hit me. Blood. Rogue wolves. Splintered wood. And beneath it

Eric’s POV The mansion still smelled like smoke and blood. I stood in the living room long after the others had left, staring at the place where the rogues had come through the windows. The boards covering the broken glass were new. Fresh wood nailed hastily over the frames. But nothing could hide what had happened here. My jaw tightened. The fireplace had burned low, the last orange embers glowing faintly beneath blackened logs. Earlier that night the flames had lit this entire room. Now it felt like a tomb. They had walked into my home. Into the Alpha mansion. Into the heart of Frostbite territory. And they had taken her. My wolf stirred violently beneath my skin, rage pulsing through my veins like fire. Cora. The image of her flashed through my mind again. Her standing in this room. Surrounded. Fighting. And me not being there. A growl built in my chest before I could stop it. Footsteps approached from the hallway. I didn’t turn. “I thought you might still be

Cora’s POV Sleep came in fragments. Short stretches of darkness broken by the cold weight of reality each time I woke again. Stone walls. Silver cuffs. The distant echo of rogue voices somewhere beyond the door. Every time my eyes opened, the truth returned with the same crushing clarity. I wasn’t in Frostbite anymore. I was deep inside enemy territory. And Damon Shades had built a fortress around me. The lantern in the room had burned low again by the time I sat up. My neck ached from the thin pillow. My shoulders felt stiff, my muscles restless with the suppressed energy of my wolf. She hated this. Hated the chains. Hated the helplessness. But more than anything, she hated Damon. A low growl stirred in the back of my mind. I pushed the blanket aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The chain attached to my cuffs rattled softly against the wall. Still there. Still strong. Still irritating. I had tested it multiple times already. The metal ring bolte

Eric’s POV The Frostbite garage was silent except for the low hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Rows of vehicles lined the concrete floor .... pack patrol SUVs, off-road trucks, and supply vehicles used for long-distance missions across the Western territories. The scent of cold metal and engine oil hung in the air. I stood beside the black SUV in the center bay, staring down at the map spread across the hood. Red circles. Trail markers. Possible rogue routes. None of them gave me what I wanted. None of them told me where she was. My fingers curled slowly against the metal. Cora. Two days. Two days since Damon Shades had walked into my territory and taken her right from under my nose. My wolf stirred violently inside me. Find her. Anton shut the back door of the SUV with a solid thud. Anton moved around the vehicle, brushing snow from his jacket. “Supplies are loaded,” he said. “Tracking kits, weapons, extra fuel.” I nodded without looking up. “Good.” Anton stud

Eric’s POV I leaned against the hood of the black SUV, wiping sweat from my brow even though the temperature barely dipped below freezing. Cain and Anton flanked me, their eyes scanning the treeline. Every shadow could conceal a rogue scout, a trap, a sign of where Damon had taken her. But there was nothing. Nothing. I let out a frustrated breath. “We’ve scoured every path for miles, checked every ridge and cave along the northern border. Nothing. She’s… gone.” Cain’s jaw tightened. His hands flexed at his sides. “We missed it. I should have—” “Cain,” I cut him off sharply. “You did your part. None of us could have predicted Damon Shades himself showing up at the mansion and taking her.” “I should have anticipated it,” he muttered, voice low. “I should’ve—” “You were there for her,” Anton said calmly. “All of us were. Stop tearing yourself apart.” Cain didn’t answer, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. His eyes were dark, stormy, brimming with guilt. I