All Chapters of Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Chapter 181 - Chapter 185

Hannah's POV If there was one thing I had learned over the past three years, it was that pretending was easier than feeling. Pretend I wasn't homesick. Pretend I didn't miss my family. Pretend Damon's death hadn't left behind questions I could never answer. Pretend I was fine. Eventually, if I pretended long enough, I almost believed it. So naturally, I tried the same thing with Atreus. It lasted exactly one morning. I woke before sunrise after spending most of the night staring at my bedroom ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The way he'd smiled after kissing me. The warmth of his hand against my cheek. Then the look on his face when the vampire elder had asked the question. Does she know she's your soulmate? I groaned and buried my face beneath my pillow. "I hate you," I muttered. Unfortunately, my heart didn't seem to agree. A knock sounded on my bedroom door. "Hannah?" Anton. "I'm alive." "Good." "You've been in there for

Hannah's POV Anger was exhausting. I'd always imagined it would feel powerful. Instead, it felt heavy. Like carrying a backpack filled with rocks everywhere I went. The worst part wasn't even the anger itself. It was how much energy it took to stay angry at someone I still loved. Every morning I woke up determined to hate Atreus a little more. Every night I went to bed remembering something that made hating him impossible. The way he'd laughed when Anton accused him of being suspicious simply because he never blinked enough. The patient way he'd explained vampire history because I'd been genuinely curious. The afternoon we'd spent at the beach, arguing over whether seagulls were evil. His terrible sense of humor. The quiet smile he'd always worn whenever I started rambling about books. Those memories refused to disappear. I hated them. Mostly because they made me smile. And smiling felt dangerously close to forgiving him. I wasn't ready for that.

Hannah's POV The vision began with a heartbeat. Not mine. Someone else's. Slow. Ancient. Powerful. It echoed through my head once. Twice. Then the world disappeared. --- At first there was only darkness. The kind that existed before the first sunrise. Before kingdoms. Before wolves. Before vampires. Before history remembered itself. Then Light. A valley stretched before me, untouched by civilization. Mountains pierced the clouds in the distance while an enormous silver lake reflected the moon overhead. Except... There were two moons. One white. One crimson. A shiver raced down my spine. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't the future. This had already happened. Somehow... I was watching the past. People emerged from the forest. Not ordinary people. The first thing I noticed was the silence. No conversations. No laughter. Only purpose. On one side stood wolves. Dozens of them. Massive. Powerful. They shifte