Semua Bab Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Hannah's POV The dream felt real. At first there was nothing but darkness, thick and endless, stretching in every direction. I stood alone inside it, unable to see the ground beneath my feet or the sky above my head. Then the wind came. Cold. Sharp. It carried the scent of steel and snow. The darkness slowly peeled away, revealing towering mountains rising around me like jagged teeth. Their peaks sliced into a pale gray sky, clouds swirling heavily above them. The air was thin and biting, making every breath feel sharp in my lungs. I turned slowly, my heart pounding harder with every second. I had never seen this place before. Yet somehow… It felt familiar. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, uneasy but alert. The wind shifted again, carrying another scent. Smoke. Fire. Wolves. My gaze lifted toward the mountain ahead of me. At first I thought it was just another cliff face carved by centuries of wind and ice. But as I stared harder, shapes began to e

Eric's POV The morning light crept across the jagged ridges of the mountains, pale and unforgiving. Frost coated every surface, glinting in the weak sun like shards of glass. The convoy stretched ahead, a living line of SUVs, trucks, and armored vehicles, packed with warriors, weapons, and supplies. Engines hummed in rhythm, creating a low, persistent vibration that shook the ground beneath my boots. I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles tight, sensing every tremor, every movement in the vehicle, feeling the pulse of the entire force around me. Hannah sat beside me, still as stone, eyes scanning the horizon, fingers brushing over the dash as though tracing invisible lines in the wind. Her presence dominated the front of the convoy; she didn’t give orders aloud often, but every turn, every maneuver, every slight adjustment the drivers made followed the rhythm she set. Anton sat behind her in the passenger seat, silent, but his eyes were sharp, noting every potential obstacle

Hannah's POV The battlefield roared like a living storm. Smoke coiled above shattered buildings, drifting across the gray sky while flames licked broken structures. Engines growled somewhere beyond the walls, horns blared in short bursts, and the sharp clang of metal striking metal echoed through every street. War had swallowed the rogue capital. I stepped out from behind the armored truck where we had taken cover moments earlier, boots crunching over gravel and shattered glass. Warriors surged around me, some shifting mid-charge, others wielding blades or rifles as they forced their way deeper into the city. But I barely noticed them. Something else had seized my focus. A pull. Sharp. Violent. It struck deep inside my chest like a hook. My breath hitched. For a moment I thought it was another vision beginning ...... another echo of the strange dreams that had led us here. But this felt different. This wasn’t distant or symbolic. This was immediate. Ali

Cora's POV The rogue capital had become a war zone. Flames climbed the sides of several buildings while smoke poured into the sky. Vehicles from our convoy blocked the main road, their armored frames forming barricades as warriors poured through the streets. Rogues fought desperately against them. Claws flashed. Blades struck. Wolves in shifted form tore through opponents in violent collisions. The air smelled like burning fuel and blood. For a moment I simply stood there absorbing the scene. So many wolves. So much destruction. Yet beneath the chaos something else surged inside me. Power. Not the controlled strength I had practiced before. This was deeper. Older. It pulsed through my veins like living fire. My wolf pushed forward eagerly. Yes. It was time. I stepped away from the broken doorway and moved into the open courtyard. A rogue spotted me immediately. His eyes widened with recognition. “Wait -” He lunged. Instinct took over. My body shifted mid-moti

Damon's POV War changed the sound of a city. Before the invasion, the rogue capital had carried its usual rhythm ......... engines moving through narrow streets, distant voices echoing between buildings, the quiet hum of survival that existed in places ruled by strength rather than law. Now that rhythm had shattered. Steel clashed against steel. Gunfire cracked through the air. Wolves roared as they collided with enemies in brutal waves. Smoke crawled across rooftops while fires devoured abandoned structures. From the balcony of the upper tower, I watched it unfold. Thousands had entered my territory. It wasn't a reckless raid. Nor a small retaliation. This was a full assault. The Frostbite forces had arrived with purpose. Vehicles lined the outer roads, forming barricades that prevented retreat. Warriors flooded through every entry point with disciplined coordination. Packs moved through the streets like controlled storms, cutting through rogue fighters with relentless de