Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Cain's POV The Frostbite gates close behind us with a sound that feels too final to be real. The iron groans as it seals, wood slamming into place like a verdict. I don’t turn around. I can’t. If I do, I’m afraid I’ll run back, tear through those gates, consequences be damned and beg her to look at me the way she once did. The sound echoes in my skull long after we’ve crossed the border, wood against iron, authority against regret. I keep my eyes forward, jaw clenched so tight it aches, but my chest feels hollow, like something vital was torn out and left behind on that training field. I shouldn’t have gone to her. I know that. But knowing doesn’t stop the image replaying in my head, Cora standing beside him. Strong. Calm. Untouchable. Unreachable. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, snarling, confused, furious. He doesn’t understand rejection the way men do. To him, bonds are sacred, unbreakable. And yet She broke it. Accepted it. Cut it clean. The rea

Cain's POV The scream doesn’t sound human at first. It tears through the early morning air like something feral, raw, and broken, slicing straight through my sleep and dragging me upright in bed with my heart already pounding. For a split second, I don’t know where I am, then another scream follows, closer this time, and instinct slams into me like a hammer. Danger. My wolf surges, violent and panicked, slamming against my ribs as I swing my legs off the bed and grab the first clothes my hands find. The hallway outside my room is already alive with chaos, doors flying open, hurried footsteps, raised voices edged with fear. “Rogues!” someone shouts. The word sends ice straight down my spine. I don’t stop to think. I don’t stop to plan. I run. The moment I hit the stairs, the scent hits me......blood. Thick, metallic, overwhelming. It coats the air, burns my lungs, makes my wolf snarl and strain for control. By the time I reach the lower floor, the pack mansion feels wr

Cora's POV Crossing into Lincoln territory feels like stepping into a wound that never healed. The air changes first. It’s subtle, but my wolf feels it immediately, old scents layered with fresh blood, smoke clinging to the wind, fear soaked so deeply into the soil it hums beneath my feet. My chest tightens, breath catching as the familiar tree line comes into view. These woods raised me. I learned to run here. To hide. To endure. Now they feel… violated. The convoy slows, engines quieting as we pass the broken border markers. One is snapped clean in half, claw marks gouged deep into the wood. Another is stained dark with blood. My stomach twists. Eric’s presence at my side is steady, grounding. He doesn’t touch me, but he doesn’t need to. His awareness is wrapped around me like armor. I can feel it, his Alpha aura carefully restrained, respectful, yet unmistakable. Behind us, Frostbite warriors fan out in disciplined silence. Hannah steps up beside me. No one speak

Cain’s POV The silence after battle is worse than the screaming. It settles over Lincoln pack like a suffocating fog, heavy with the scent of blood, ash, and grief. The rogues are gone.....for now.....but they’ve left devastation behind them. Broken walls. Burned homes. Bodies laid out on the stone ground, covered hastily with cloaks. My warriors move through the wreckage, some limping, some bleeding, some staring too blankly at nothing at all. We won. And it feels like we lost everything. I stand near the shattered eastern wall, my claws still stained red, chest rising hard as I try to slow my breathing. My ears ring from the howls, the clash of bone and steel, the screams that came too late to stop. But none of it compares to the image burned into my mind. Cora. I saw her fight. Moon Goddess help me, I saw everything. She moved like something unleashed. Not reckless. Not desperate. Controlled. Lethal. Her strikes were clean, precise, powerful enough to shatter

Eric’s POV The forest was alive with chaos. Smoke curled from scorched underbrush, the coppery scent of blood thick in the air. The rogues had returned in greater numbers than before, moving with strategy and intent. Every fiber of my body screamed danger. My wolf coiled beneath my skin, alert, ready. Beside me, Cora crouched, muscles taut, wolf vibrating just beneath her skin. Hannah mirrored her, small but lethal, energy bright and dangerous. Both of them were a force, unstoppable and fearless. “Stay close,” I murmured to Cora, my hand brushing hers. “Watch each other.” Her blue eyes met mine, fierce and sharp. “We’ve got this,” she said, wolf humming beneath her skin, ready to spring. The Lincoln warriors had formed the center line; Frostbite flank left and right. The rogues surged forward, fangs bared, claws flashing, and I could see their leader, a massive scarred wolf, pushing from the front, rallying his pack. Cora’s eyes swept over the battlefield, reading the moves