Semua Bab Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Damon's POV War had a rhythm. Most wolves thought battle was chaos ...... teeth, blood, fury, survival. But that wasn’t true. Not entirely. Beneath the violence there was always a pattern. Movements. Reactions. Weak points opening and closing like breathing lungs. And if you watched long enough… you could shape it. I stood on the edge of a ruined rooftop overlooking the northern district while the rogue capital tore itself apart below. Flames climbed shattered buildings. Engines roared through streets clogged with debris. Wolves collided in brutal waves, claws slashing, bones cracking, bodies falling. Frostbite’s forces had pushed deeper than expected. Much deeper. Eric was the spearhead of the assault. I could see him even from here ...... cutting through my fighters like a storm tearing across open ground. Beside him moved the one variable I had underestimated. Elena. Even across the battlefield, her presence was unmistakable. Metal trembled when she lifted h

Cora’s POV “You’re okay?” Eric asks, his voice low but urgent, eyes searching my face like he needs to see it. I nod once. “I am now.” Behind him, Cain and Anton push through the last of the broken barricade, their movements sharp, ready, scanning for threats. Cain’s gaze lands on me immediately. Relief flashes across his face......quick, unguarded. “You're okay,” he says, like he hadn’t let himself fully believe it until now. “Of course I am” But my attention doesn’t stay on them. It shifts. Back to Damon. He hasn’t moved far. Just enough distance to reassess, to breathe, to watch. His eyes are still locked on me, calculating, measuring every change like he’s trying to solve something that no longer follows his rules. And that’s when I understand. This fight It’s not meant for anyone else. I step forward. Eric’s grip tightens instinctively. “Wait—” I shake my head before he can finish. “No.” His brow furrows. “Cora—” “Eric.” My voice is calm. Steady. Certain

Cora’s POV Hannah didn’t move. Eric still held her, one arm locked around her shoulders, the other bracing her head against his chest like if he loosened his grip even slightly, she might disappear. “Eric…” I said quietly. He didn’t look up. “Eric.” This time my voice reached him. His eyes lifted to mine, and I saw it immediately. Fear. The kind that comes from losing something you can’t fight. “She’s not waking up,” he said. His voice sounded wrong. Too tight. Too controlled. I crouched beside them, brushing a strand of hair away from Hannah’s face. Her skin felt cold. “She’s breathing,” Anton said from behind us, though his tone carried none of its usual steadiness. Cain stood a few steps away, scanning the surroundings, but his attention kept flicking back to Hannah. Even he didn’t look untouched by what had just happened. “She needs a healer,” I said quickly. “Now.” “We don’t have one here,” Anton replied. That was true. The main medical teams were still behind

Hannah's POV At first, there is nothing. No dream or sound. Just… absence. It stretches endlessly, like I’m floating in a space that doesn’t belong to anything real. I don’t feel my body. I don’t feel time passing. There’s no pain, no fear, no thought. Only quiet. And for a moment It feels peaceful. But something about it is wrong. That realization doesn’t come all at once. It creeps in slowly, like a crack forming in glass. A faint awareness that this stillness isn’t natural. It’s not rest. It’s… missing something. I try to move. Nothing happens. I try again. A flicker this time. A shift somewhere distant, like I’m reaching for something through layers of fog. Then A breath. Sharp. Sudden. It drags into my lungs like I’ve been underwater too long, my chest tightening as air finally rushes back in. And everything comes back at once. Sound. Cold. My fingers twitch against something soft. My body feels heavy, like it doesn’t quite belong to me yet. My eyelids str

Third Person's POV The morning Cain left, the air felt different. Not in the way war had silenced things......but in the way something had finally settled. The rogue capital no longer echoed with chaos. Movement had purpose now. Wolves crossed paths without immediate tension. Patrols shifted in organized patterns. Voices carried direction instead of disorder. And at the edge of the main district. Cain stood facing Elena. The wind moved lightly between them, brushing past buildings that had been rebuilt stronger than before. Behind him, a small group of his warriors waited near their vehicles, ready to leave. Ready to go home. “I should go,” Cain said finally. His voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. Not regret exactly. Something closer to acceptance. Elena studied him. “You’re rebuilding?” “Yes.” A brief pause. “My pack needs it.” She nodded once. “You make a great Alpha.” “I plan to be" That wasn’t a promise thrown lightly. And