All Chapters of The Rejected Mate Returns: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

**Lyra**The warmth of his body still enveloped me.The scent of his skin, the security of his arms, the way he had looked at me as if I were the most precious thing he had ever touched in his life…It was all still there, etched into my skin, pulsing inside me like a silent flame.But then, as the euphoria began to fade, as my breathing calmed… silence fell.And with it, the thoughts.The doubts.The guilt.I clutched the sheet to my chest as he tenderly stroked my back, and I closed my eyes tightly, as if that might drive reality away.I’m pregnant.There’s a war raging out there because of me.And this feeling of peace, of love, of fulfillment… is it real? Or is it just a brief respite before the next disaster?I had wanted this. To be touched like this. To feel adored, loved, revered.And I had had it.Tharion had made me feel all that and more. He had made me forget for a few hours that the world was falling apart. That I was broken.But… do I deserve this?“Lyra?” Tharion’s deep

The boardroom was a perfect reflection of what they stood for: cold, calculated, and perfectly designed to intimidate.The lamps hung with icy elegance, casting their pale light over the modern furniture, with its sharp lines and neutral tones.Every chair was perfectly aligned. Every surface gleamed as if it had been polished with surgical precision.Everything seemed to shine… except for the faces waiting for me.Serious. Judgmental.The council president stood up. His robes were a deep blue, with silver embroidery that reflected the light with sobriety.His beard, perfectly trimmed, had not a single hair out of place. When he spoke, his voice sounded like polished marble, hard yet serene.“We have heard what occurred this morning, King Tharion. Your stance regarding the outsider Lyra is… clear,” he crossed his arms with studied slowness, raising an eyebrow. “But you cannot ignore that this will have consequences. Especially with Grajael and his niece.”I took a deep breath, holding

**Lyra**The floorboards creaked beneath my feet as I walked through the meeting hall.My heart was pounding, as if it were about to burst out of my chest. Not out of fear—not exactly—but because of the uncertainty that weighed on my bones.I wanted to be here. I wanted to stay by Tharion’s side. But… was I ready to give myself completely, body and soul?He walked beside me, his presence imposing and calm, as if nothing could touch him. As if nothing affected him. Or perhaps… he just hid it better than I did.When we crossed the threshold, all conversation fell silent. All eyes fell upon me.Some with curiosity, others with admiration… and a few, very few, with barely concealed disdain.I forced myself to hold my head high.There was an unspoken respect hanging in the air. No one dared to say anything, at least not out loud, not with Tharion present.His fame cast a shadow as long as his lineage.“The white-flame she-wolf,” someone whispered near the far right.I didn’t turn around, t

**Tharion**Never in my life had I felt so desperate.Not even when Rondalyn left me for her Mate, breaking the promises we’d made to each other as young people. Not even when I found myself alone, broken, watching her take another’s hand as if mine had never been there.That hurt, yes.But this…This was tearing me apart from the inside.Lyra was dying.And my cubs with her.I paced back and forth in front of the medical room door, my fists clenched, my nails digging into my palms.I couldn’t even breathe properly. I paced in front of the door over and over, feeling my chest break with every second that passed without news.The walls were suffocating me. The air felt heavy. The smell of blood, of medicine, of fear… permeated everything.“Damn you, Calista!” I growled, my chest trembling. “This was surely your doing. I swear I’ll rip your throat out with my own claws…”I wanted to scream. I wanted to burst into that room and take Lyra with me, snatch her from the clutches of fate and

**Lyra**I breathe.But I don’t feel alive.The air fills my lungs and stays there, heavy, thick… useless. My chest hurts, my throat burns, and yet… all I do is breathe. I feel nothing.I feel no life.Except for the weight.The small, warm weight they’ve placed in my arms.My fingers tremble as they wrap around his tiny body, so fragile, so soft, so real. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.I don’t know if I should cry or smile. My soul doesn’t react, only my body, which holds him with a stiffness that frightens me.“He’s yours, Lyra,” a voice whispers to me. Tharion. He’s there, like a faithful shadow, with reddened eyes and his soul hanging from his shoulders.I look at the baby. I look at that golden hair, that perfect little nose… and I realize I don’t recognize him. I don’t feel him as mine.Or worse still… I feel like I’m missing half of myself.Because… it wasn’t one. It was two.“Just one…” I whisper, unable to contain the tremor in my voice.Tharion steps closer, as if tho