All Chapters of Rejected Mate: Rise of the Lycan Princess : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cora's POV The Frostbite Pack grounds were alive with movement, but my attention was elsewhere. Warriors moved silently, eyes alert, repairing broken fences and checking supplies. Even with the ongoing chaos of war, the pack tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. I should have been focused on training or on helping Hannah in the kitchens but something in the air made my skin prickle. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, circling and tugging insistently, like it knew something was coming before I did. And instinctively, I knew she was right. That’s when I saw them. The Alpha King and Queen. They weren’t just walking among the pack, they owned the space. Even the strongest warriors straightened as they passed. It wasn’t fear; it was respect, careful, deliberate. Every movement, every gesture carried authority, and yet it wasn’t harsh. There was a rhythm to them, a grace, and something… familiar. I froze where I stood, heart hammering. My wolf growled softly, a low vibration in

Cora's POV The house felt too quiet. Too normal. Too safe. And after the past week, after all the chaos and attacks, that quiet made my skin crawl. My wolf was restless, pacing beneath my ribs, sensing something off, and I knew something wasn’t right. Eric was acting differently. I had noticed it over the past few days, small things at first. Hesitation in his words. Pauses when I asked him questions. Eyes flicking to the door as if he was waiting for something. And now, with the pack still on edge from the last rogue attack, it was glaringly obvious. I had tried to brush it off. Tried to tell myself it was nothing. But instinct, my wolf, and the subtle tension in his presence screamed otherwise. He was hiding something. “Eric,” I said quietly at first, testing the waters as he sat by the window, staring at the darkening sky. “What aren’t you telling me?” He turned to me, eyes calm, almost too calm. “What do you mean?” I stepped closer, hands balling into fists at my sides. “Don

Cora's POV The body always remembers before the mind does. I learned that the morning after the attack, when I woke with my muscles aching and my wolf still half-coiled beneath my skin, alert and restless, as if sleep had been a luxury it hadn’t trusted enough to take. The Frostbite pack was quieter than usual. Not the peaceful kind of quiet but the kind that followed bloodshed. Warriors moved with purpose, voices low, eyes sharp. Repairs were already underway. Burned earth covered. Broken fences mended. The illusion of normalcy stitched back together one careful thread at a time. I dressed slowly, my thoughts just as sluggish. Eric hadn’t come to check on me. That stung more than I wanted to admit, even though I understood why. We were still standing on fractured ground, him and me, careful, tentative, circling around words neither of us was ready to speak yet. Hannah was waiting for me downstairs. She didn’t say anything at first, just handed me a mug of something h

Cora's POV I knew before anyone said a word. That was the strangest part. Not the shock. Not the pain. Not even the truth itself. It was the knowing. I woke that morning with my heart already racing, my wolf pacing tight circles beneath my skin like it had been waiting for permission. The air felt heavier, charged, as if the pack itself was holding its breath. Even the wind seemed quieter, the snow falling slower, softer. I sat up in bed and pressed a hand to my chest. Something was ending. Something else was about to begin. By the time I made it downstairs, Hannah was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in her hands. She took one look at my face and straightened. “You feel it too,” she said quietly. I nodded. “I don’t know what it is. But I feel like I’m about to lose my footing.” She crossed the space between us and squeezed my hand. “Then we’ll stand together.” Eric was waiting in the hall. Not pacing. Not restless. Still. That sca

Cora's POV The morning air was crisp, the kind of frostbitten chill that makes your lungs ache but sharpens your senses. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked through the courtyard of the Frostbite pack, my breath visible in the cold, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts I couldn’t seem to untangle. Eric and Hannah had gone ahead to coordinate patrols, leaving me a few minutes to collect myself. I needed this......to think, to breathe, to prepare. Today would be the first time I spoke to the Alpha King and Queen as… as their daughter, though the words still felt foreign, uncomfortable, impossible. I stopped near the main hall, my eyes drifting to the grand doors where the King and Queen were seated, reviewing maps and discussing strategies with some of their elite warriors. Their composure was impeccable, their presence commanding but I could see it: the tension, the worry. And beneath it, the quiet yearning. I swallowed hard. My wolf stirred at the edges of my consciousness, re