All Chapters of The Rejected Mate Returns: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

**Tharion**That idiot Mikail, so excited, thinking he’d gotten away with it.He didn’t even imagine what was coming his way for trying to steal my son… and of course, his filthy intentions also included keeping Lyra for himself.The very idea set a bitter fire in my throat, a mix of rage and contempt.What did he think, that he could come to my lands and snatch what was rightfully mine?I wasn’t going to let that happen. I would use everything in my power to stop him, and the plan to drive that damned man out of here was already in motion.I walked with a firm stride to the strategy room, where my most loyal advisor awaited me, bent over the documents.The air smelled of fresh ink and parchment. His eyes, attentive and obedient, looked up the moment I crossed the threshold.“I want everything ready,” I ordered in a deep voice, resting both hands on the table. “Not a single mistake, not a single flaw in our plan.”The man nodded firmly.“My king, you can be certain that every detail i

**Lyra**I felt a helplessness that was eating away at me from the inside. Mikail had crossed every line and was blackmailing me with the one thing I couldn’t risk: my son’s safety.That’s why I pretended, that’s why I played along, until I was certain we could get to safety and return to Tharion.Everything else could wait; my priority was to escape that nightmare with the child by my side.Thinking of Tharion, my chest ached with anguish. I pictured his face: disappointment, anger, that mix that made him more human than anything else.I didn’t want him to think I’d ever give Mikail a chance.Who in their right mind would? Not me.I had stopped loving him long ago. My heart no longer belonged to him; it belonged to Tharion, the man who, with simple and sincere gestures, had given me a home and the peace I had sought so long.I hated him in silence, remembering the night he chose Sienna. Her reputation, her status, had been more important than what he felt for me.Because of his indeci

**Tharion**I was standing face-to-face with one of the people responsible for turning Lyra’s life into a living hell. It wasn’t easy to stay calm; the urge to tear him apart with my own hands was etched into every muscle.I wanted to see him beg for mercy, to see him distressed, suffering.“Only then will they understand a fraction of what Lyra went through,” I thought with determination, as my wolf roared against the restraint I was struggling to maintain.The memory hit me with scenes of how I found her, fragile from heartbreak, from others’ indifference.I remembered Mikail’s contempt, and his face appeared like a shadow within my mind, even though it wasn’t him standing before me. The man sitting across from me had a dull look in his eyes, a mixture of submission and regret that moved me not at all.“Speak,” I said, my voice harsher than I intended.I had no time for games; I needed to get my wife and son back. He sighed, as if bearing the truth weighed heavily on him, and said i

**Mikail**My astonishment lasted barely a second. Just long enough to understand everything.This hadn’t been a random attack. It hadn’t been a simple ambush or just another provocation by the witches. It had been planned.Every move, every distraction, every burst of power had a single goal: to steal my son and the woman I love.That realization ignited something dark within me.I felt my wolf roar, furious, demanding blood.“Kill them!” I ordered in a voice that didn’t sound human, a voice mingled with the Alpha’s roar. I don’t want to see a single witch alive in the vicinity!My men reacted immediately. Fear shifted sides. The witches retreated, some trying to flee, others casting spells that were useless against the unleashed fury.“No!” Lyra’s voice cut me off.I turned toward her, surprised by her tone, by the way she stood before me without a shred of fear. “Stop, Mikail! You can’t do this.”“Get out of my way,” I growled. “They tried to take Aiden from us. There will be no me

**Mikail**It wasn’t the physical pain that stopped me.It was the certainty.I took just one step back when I realized there was no way out. The chaos of the battlefield still hung heavy in the air, the smell of burnt magic and blood mingling with something thicker: defeat.I turned, searching for an opening, the slightest chance to flee, but a hand clamped down hard on my shirt and knocked the wind out of me.“Where do you think you’re going?” Krimson’s voice sounded too close, laced with a sarcasm that sent a chill down my spine.He yanked me toward him. His smile held no humor; it held judgment.“Krimson…” I swallowed hard. “For what we were. For what we swore when I was your Alpha… let me go.”My words sounded pathetic even to me.Krimson tilted his head, watching me as if he saw something that no longer deserved either respect or hatred.“That bond is dead,” he said coldly. It died when you made Lyra suffer. When you used her son as a bargaining chip. My loyalty now lies with th