All Chapters of Once Rejected, Now Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91Bella's POVI stood my ground, my eyes locked on his even as the air around us thickened with his growing fury. Theoreon’s presence was like a storm about to break, his tall frame rigid, shoulders squared in that arrogant stance I had come to recognize all too well. His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle ticking beneath his skin, and those eyes—once cold steel—now burned with barely contained rage.He hated being told what to do. Especially by me.“You dare?” His voice came out low, dangerous, each word slicing through the silence like a blade. “You stand there and lecture me about my own council? About how I should apologize to those old fools who have done nothing but undermine me?”I didn’t flinch. Not outwardly. Inside, my wolf stirred uneasily, but I pushed her back. This was not the time to show weakness.“The council is the foundation of every pack, Theoreon,” I said again, my voice steady despite the way my heart hammered against my ribs. “You cannot kee

Chapter 93Bella's POVThe night had grown heavy and silent around the palace, the kind of stillness that usually brought peace but tonight only amplified the unease twisting in my chest. I lay in bed, staring up at the dark canopy above me, unable to drift into sleep no matter how hard I tried. My body was exhausted from the day's confrontations, yet my mind refused to rest. Theoreon’s angry words kept echoing in my head, mixing with the memory of the elder’s desperate bargain and the growing darkness I had sensed in the Lycan King’s eyes.Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.I could feel it in my bones, like a shadow creeping closer with every passing hour. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, alert and on edge, as if she too sensed the approaching storm. Every small sound in the castle made my heart jump — the distant creak of old wood, the faint howl of wind outside the windows. I turned onto my side, pulling the heavy furs closer, but sleep still evaded me.Then it happened.A faint

Chapter 95Bella's POVThe night refused to release its grip on the palace, even as the hours dragged on toward dawn. Theoreon had left my chambers after issuing sharp commands that echoed through the halls, his presence lingering like a storm cloud that had momentarily passed but promised to return with greater force. Guards now stood doubled at every entrance, their faces grim and alert, yet the sense of safety felt fragile, like glass ready to shatter at the slightest pressure. My body ached with deep exhaustion, the bandage on my arm a constant reminder of how narrowly I had escaped death only hours ago. But sleep remained a distant dream. My mind churned relentlessly, replaying every moment of the attack, every calculated word from Kathy, and the damning star mark that branded her as the traitor she truly was.A soft knock sounded at the door, pulling me from my turbulent thoughts. One of the new guards opened it cautiously, allowing a young servant girl to enter with a silver tr

Chapter 97Bella's POVI couldn’t stay in that courtyard any longer. The weight of the whispers had become suffocating, pressing down on my chest until every breath felt like a struggle. Without a word to the guards trailing me, I turned sharply and headed back inside, my steps quickening with purpose. The plan to run away pulsed stronger in my mind now, but before I made any final decision, I needed air that didn’t reek of palace politics and hidden hatred. I needed to be somewhere else, even if just for a few hours.“I’m going to the market,” I told the guards flatly when they questioned my sudden movement. “I need to clear my head.”They exchanged uneasy glances but fell into step behind me as I made my way toward the palace gates. Theoreon had left earlier for some border matter, so no one stopped me. Part of me hoped the bustling market would drown out the noise in my head, that losing myself in simple shopping might dull the sharp edges of isolation cutting into me. My wolf rema

Chapter 99Theoreon’s POVThe heavy oak doors of my private chambers slammed shut behind me with a force that rattled the ancient hinges. I had barely returned from the market square, my blood still singing with rage and my hands still stained with the remnants of rogue blood I hadn’t bothered to wash off. The ride back had done nothing to calm the storm inside me. If anything, seeing Bella standing there covered in filth, silent and unmoving while the pack hurled insults and garbage at her, had only deepened the unease clawing at my chest.I paced the length of my study like a caged beast, the fire in the hearth casting long, flickering shadows across the stone walls. Before confronting her directly, I had made examples. Three of the loudest instigators from the market — the woman who threw the first rotten apple, a warrior who had spat at Bella’s feet, and the vendor who had publicly rejected her — were already being punished in the courtyard below. Lashes for the commoners, strippe