All Chapters of Once Rejected, Now Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Theorone “King…, we haven't caught wind of her.”The first man from the first search party that I sent out announced to me. Another man rushed forward, saying the same thing. How far we've gone and yet, we haven't seen her. I didn't know what to say, not what to think. Where could Bella have gone?. My mind was blank, hollowed out by a rising panic I refused to name. And I couldn't feel her from the bond… no—was there a bond? There was never a bond between us. I had just felt it today when I met her, but the moon goddess didn't grant me my request… which was why I had marked her.Yeah… I had met Bella, and my mind had been consumed by it. By her. She had the face of the woman who betrayed me years ago. It was a deep wound I didn't want to open, a scar I had buried beneath power, beneath war, beneath everything that made me king. Yet one look at her had torn it wide open again, bleeding into everything I thought I had control over.“King….” my beta's voice came next, snapping me out o

Jaxon“Where do you think you are going with all those men, Jaxon?" My father's voice boomed from behind me, sharp and commanding, cutting through the air like a blade meant to halt me where I stood.I had nothing to say at the moment other than stare at him—just stare at him and wonder why the man I had employed as my beta had been so foolish enough to deliver the news of me leaving the pack that way. My jaw tightened, but no words came out yet. Only silence, thick and burning, sat between us."I am going to bring back my mate,” I responded finally, my voice steady but laced with something darker beneath it, staring back at him to see what he would say, daring him to challenge me.Technically, Bella was still my mate. After all, I hadn't accepted her rejection. That bond—broken or not—still clawed at me, still held its place deep within me.“Hear yourself, Jaxon. You sound like a fool without a brain!” He snapped, his face twisting with anger and disbelief, as though my words alone h

Bella's POV The sound of the rogues grew louder.Not one. Not two.Many.Footsteps. Snarls. The rustle of bodies moving through the forest like a tide of hunger closing in.Lyra slowly released her grip on me, her expression shifting in a way that made my stomach twist.Not panic or fear.Expectation.She rose to her feet, straightening as though she had finished something important, like I was no longer her problem.My body lay broken beneath her, every breath painful, every movement dragging agony through my ribs. I tried to crawl back, but my strength was gone, my limbs refusing to obey me properly.“You hear that?” she said again, this time softer, almost satisfied.My eyes flickered toward the darkness between the trees.They were coming.And then they came.Shadows first. Then bodies. Then glowing eyes.Rogues.They stepped into the clearing like predators answering a call only they could hear. Their gaze locked onto me instantly, sharp and calculating, like I wasn’t a person a

BellaA low, broken sound escaped me before I could stop it.It wasn’t quite a cry. Not quite a breath.Something in between—something fragile, something already cracking.Jaxon laughed.The sound came first like a mockery of mercy, soft at first… then deeper, richer, colder. It rolled through the air like he was amused by my suffering, like all of this was nothing more than a game I had already lost and just refused to accept.“I always knew you would come back to me,” he said between the laughter, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can run, Bella… but you always end up exactly where you belong.”My fingers curled weakly against the wooden floor of the carriage, my body trembling uncontrollably.I hated how small I felt.How broken.How true his words sounded, even when I wanted them to be lies.The carriage door creaked again as he struck it lightly, not even forcefully anymore. Like he was toying with me. Like he already owned the outcome and was just enjoying the moment be

BellaWe were back at the northern pack. Wolves rallied around us, lycans alike.Welcoming their king, the man I had always believed I had caused his death—because he had come to save me.The weight of that truth pressed against my chest, heavier now that he stood alive before me. Breathing. Watching. Existing in a way I had long convinced myself he never would again.I couldn't tell why he did.Nor what it was he wanted from me, which was why he was always there to save me, whenever I encountered difficulties.It didn’t make sense. None of it did. A king… a feared lycan… lowering himself again and again for me. There had to be a reason. There always was."Why had you come?" I managed to ask him when he walked towards me in my chambers.A silk robe in his hand.For the first time in a very long time, I was also feeling my wolf stirring inside me.It was faint at first—like a whisper brushing against my bones—but it was there. Alive. Awake.I haven't heard her be that active in a long