All Chapters of The Rejected Mate Returns: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

**Lyra**The sound of the alarm was still ringing in my ears when I saw Tharion’s eyes searching for mine.There was something in his gaze that made me hold my breath. As if he needed an answer, as if my words could change something for him.But it was his duty, not his desires, that prevailed.“Stay safe, Lyra,” he asked me in a low, yet firm voice, like a plea disguised as an order. “Promise me.”I knew he wanted to keep talking, that what he’d just told me mattered more to him than he could express at that moment.You could tell by the way his fingers brushed against mine before he turned away, by how his lips tightened, holding back something he couldn’t say. And yet, he chose his people over his heart.A part of me felt so… moved. Tharion was that kind of man; one of those who hold up the world while their own trembles.My chest filled with tenderness and something else… something I didn’t want to name yet.“I want to help,” I said when I heard him giving quick orders to the warr

**Lyra**The aftermath of the attack was worse than I had imagined.The screams still rang in my ears. The smell of blood and smoke seemed to have clung to my skin.The shelter was filled with trembling people, their faces contorted by fear and despair.I did my best to calm everyone down: I touched shoulders, offered gentle words, hugged those who couldn’t stop crying. But inside, I was broken too.The explosion was like a roar from hell. I remember the sensation of fire behind me, bodies falling, the children’s screams.My feet ran before I could think, but it wasn’t enough.I saw charred elders, young people crushed by rubble, mothers weeping over their children… All because of me.Those bastards didn’t come just to loot. They came to destroy me.And though I saved Ava, others weren’t so lucky. My chest tightened just remembering it.I was organizing blankets for some of the wounded when a heart-wrenching scream made me freeze.“LYRAAAA!”That roar… It wasn’t human.My heart stoppe

**Mikail**The wind carried the scent of fertile soil and moisture… a sign that I was nearing the borders of King Lycan’s kingdom.Every step I took in my Maserati brought me closer to my goal: finding Lyra. There was too much distance between us, and I needed to see her.I needed to know if what I feared was true.But then, they appeared out of nowhere. Men in dark clothes, with golden symbols on their chests and that arrogance of those who serve power.A group of soldiers blocked my path like a living wall.I needed no explanation. I recognized their insignia. They were part of Tharion’s royal guard.“Of course… he’s not going to let me get close to her.”I stopped my car with a barely audible growl, though rage was throbbing in my jaw.I wanted to see her. Even if I couldn’t convince her to return to Silverbane, even if she refused me a thousand times… I needed to confirm with my own eyes whether she and Tharion…No. It couldn’t be.But something didn’t add up.“Where is she?” I mu

**Lyra**Was she Tharion’s past? Seriously?I had to swallow the laughter rising in my throat as I watched that woman strut about with an air of arrogance as ridiculous as her supposed courtesy.Her arms were crossed, as if she expected the world to bow down before her, and that fake smile she flashed at me inspired more pity than fear.Had she always been this unbearable? Because if that was the kind of woman Tharion liked… well, he clearly had questionable taste.And terrible taste.I watched her closely, without blinking, noticing the slight tremor in her gaze. There was something about her that was breaking inside.Fear? Of me? She’d better be.If she thought she could treat me like an intruder, she was sorely mistaken. That Lyra who used to cower, who endured insults and scorn in Silverbane, no longer existed.I wasn’t going to let anyone—not even Tharion’s people—walk all over me again.“What’s going on?” Rondalyn asked me, with a hesitation disguised as disdain. “Why are you st

**Tharion**The moment we stepped into the room, I knew I’d gotten myself into trouble.The air between us was buzzing. Maybe it was her scent—that warm, fresh aroma mingling with the slight tremor in her fingers.Or maybe it was that silent desire I could almost taste, like a contained electric current.“Is she in heat…?” I thought, seeing her evasive eyes, the way she avoided looking directly at me. “…or is it me who’s on the verge of madness from having her so close?”My wolf howled inside me. Desire licked at my veins with savage hunger, with a dangerous urgency.I wanted to push her onto the bed, cover her with my body, feel her skin beneath my hands, her voice gasping my name.But she was pregnant. Vulnerable.I didn’t know if I could control myself… if after so long without a woman, without touching, without loving, I’d be able to stop once I started.The silence between us was thick.“Come,” I said softly, helping her sit back against the soft cushions of the bed.She obeyed w