Todos os capítulos de The Rejected Mate Returns: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

**Tharion**The silence in the room is deceptive. There are no screams, no alarms... but every breath Lyra takes is a deafening echo of what we’ve lost.I watch her lying on the bed, her skin pale, her eyes sunken as if life were slipping away from her drop by drop.She doesn’t move. She barely blinks.“I feel like something’s still wrong, Tharion,” she murmurs, her eyes lost in the crib. “I can’t explain it… but I feel it here”—she touches her chest—“as if… I’m not safe yet.”My fingers clench against the wood of the canopy.“No one is going to hurt you, Lyra. I swear,” I say softly, trying not to break down.She turns her face toward me. Her eyes are glassy, but her voice is sharp.“That’s what you said last time… and you couldn’t stop it.”Her words pierce me like an arrow. I deserve them. I know she deserves to scream, to cry, to hate me if she wants to.Because I haven’t cried enough for our other child either. Because I still can’t believe that one of the heartbeats… stopped.“I

**Mikail**The breeze from Wolvencrest hit my face the moment I stepped outside the walls. It smelled of smoke, sweat, and pent-up fury. It took me no more than a second to realize that something was wrong.The streets were overflowing. Men, women, even children were raising their voices, their arms, and their emotions, clamoring for justice as if someone had unleashed a beast from its chains.I pushed through the crowd with determined steps. I hadn’t come to watch a spectacle, but my senses sharpened when I heard the screams coming from the training courtyard. My pulse quickened. Something was pulling at me, as if an invisible force were pushing me toward the center of that chaos.And then I saw her.Lyra.She was standing over a woman lying on the ground—bloodied, defeated, barely gasping—punching her mercilessly.Rage crackled in every one of her movements. Every punch was a sentence. Every breath, a thunderclap about to burst.My feet were rooted to the ground.“No…” I gasped, my

**Mikail**“How can she have that power… if she was rejected twice by two Alphas and lost her wolf?” Sienna snapped at my side, trembling, though her voice was dripping with venom.But I can’t stop looking at her.At Lyra.The flame emanating from her body is real. An energy that vibrates in the air, shattering everything around her.She looks different.No, not just different… reborn. She reigns in her posture, in her impassive gaze, in the way no one dares to contradict her.And I... I can only feel the brutal weight of regret crushing down on me.“What did I do?”I...I had let her go.I took away what was rightfully hers. I denied her the title of Luna. I failed her.I always thought Rowan was the only one who failed to see her worth. But now… Tharion had called her his queen.And everyone here seemed to bow to that truth. They treated her with respect, with fear… with reverence.I had only sown pain.And that thought pierced my soul.“Lyra…” I took a step toward her, my words com

**Lyra**My son feeds eagerly at my breast, with a strength that makes me tremble. He is perfect… warm, tiny, yet full of life. His own.I close my eyes as I nurse him, feeling the constant suction on my breast and the stabbing pain in my soul. Every time I touch him, every time I hold him… I can’t help but think of the one who isn’t here.My other cub.My little one.And now I know—I finally know—that it wasn’t simply a tragedy of fate. It was an act. A decision. A sacrifice.Tharion told me this in that deep, restrained voice, his jaw tense, as if each word cost him more than the last. *“Your first baby absorbed most of the poison. He did it to protect you. You… and his brother.”*I was left breathless. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even scream. I just felt my insides shatter into a million shards that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put back together.My son… my baby… chose to die so that we might live?The weight of that truth crushes my chest more than any dagger.And then comes th

**Tharion**I was alone in my office, pacing back and forth.I needed to take action; I had to be a better leader and a better comrade, and the best course was to stand firm in my decision. The traitors weren’t going to get away with it.I sent for the most loyal of my men, one in whom I had more trust than in all the council members combined: my Beta, Iryan.He was attentive and helpful as always, momentarily reminding me of Krimson, Mikail’s former Beta. That bastard was trying to wear down my already thin patience and good faith.“Dispel the rumors,” I ordered Iryan without raising my voice, though the fire was already raging in my veins. “Let the council know that to question their Moon is to question their King. And if they have anything to say… let them come and say it to my face.”Iryan nodded without a word, but I saw the spark of loyalty in his eyes. The kind of loyalty born of respect… or of fear.I didn’t care which of the two drove him, as long as he obeyed.No one in that