All Chapters of Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Epilogue 2 Elena’s PO Morning settled gently over the capital. Light spilled across the city in soft gold, catching on rebuilt rooftops and the edges of steel that no longer looked like wreckage but. I stood on the balcony with my hands resting against the stone railing, watching the streets below come alive in a way that still felt new, even after months. Movement flowed differently now. Not scattered. Not tense. Purposeful. Wolves moved through the streets in quiet coordination.........patrols blending former rogues with pack warriors, conversations happening without suspicion lacing every word. There were still differences. Still edges that hadn’t fully smoothed over. But no fear. That was the difference. I exhaled slowly, letting the air fill my lungs as my gaze traced the far end of the district where a group of young wolves trained under the watch of two commanders.......one I recognized from Frostbite, the other from what used to be rogue territory. A year

✨ Author’s Note ✨We’ve come a long way together, and I want to thank every single one of you for reading, supporting, commenting, and staying with this story 💙But this isn’t the end…This marks the beginning of Book 2, where new secrets will unfold, old wounds will return, loyalties will be tested, and not everyone will walk away unchanged.If you thought the journey ended here… think again.Welcome to the next chapter of this story. Chapter 153 begins a brand-new phase, and I can’t wait to take this journey with you.Thank you for being here 💙****** Eric's POV Steel collided hard enough to send vibrations up my arm. Elias recovered faster this time, which was an improvement. Last month he would've lost his weapon already. Progress. Not enough. He came from the left. Too much commitment. Too much force. I pivoted. His strike cut through empty air. Mistake. My blade struck his wrist. Wood slipped from his hand. Hit dirt. Before he could recover my t

Hannah's POV Years ago, before everything changed, exhaustion would hit hard enough to drag me under whether I wanted it or not. Back then life had been simpler. Frostbite. Pack obligations. Training. Family. Problems I understood. Now life looked normal from the outside. A carefully built routine. But that didn't quiet a mind that had learned to recognize when something wasn't right. I stared at my ceiling. Two thirty-seven in the morning. Los Angeles lights filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across my room. The city never truly slept. There was always movement somewhere. Sirens in the distance. Cars moving through intersections. People living lives I'd never know. Three years. Three years since I left. Three years of building something that belonged entirely to me. So why did it suddenly feel like the ground beneath my feet had shifted? I turned onto my side. Closed my eyes. Immediately saw him. Dark coat. Impossible stillness. E

Hannah's POV "You have a problem." Anton delivered the statement the same way he might have announced rain. Calm. Matter-of-fact. Entirely too serious. I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter and stared at him. "You drove across the country to tell me that?" "No." "Good." "I flew." I rolled my eyes. "Oh goddess." I couldn't help but laugh. For the first time since opening my apartment door, a hint of amusement returned to his face. "Missed me?" "Not even a little." "Liar." "A little." "Better." I moved into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator and tossing one his way. He caught it easily. Some things never changed. Three years might have passed, but Anton still carried himself like a beta. Not in the aggressive way some leaders did. It was quieter than that. Steadier. The confidence of someone who knew exactly who he was. The confidence of someone who had earned his place. The Alpha of Frostbite.