All Chapters of The Rejected Mate Returns: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

**Lyra**The touch of his skin against mine was a slow-burning fire, as sweet as it was devastating.Mikail looked at me as if I were his only certainty, his refuge, his downfall... and his redemption.When he finally made me his, a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t just pleasure; it was something deeper, an explosion of sensations that enveloped me completely.I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this time things would actually work out between us. That the mistakes of the past, the silences, the wounds, would be left behind.That Mikail and I could have a fresh start.The connection was so strong that, for a second, I swore I saw golden sparks in the air. I closed my eyes, and I knew. The bond was still there.Tharion was right. It hadn’t been broken. Never.A couple of warm tears slid down my cheeks.“Are you okay?” Mikail whispered, his voice hoarse and soft at the same time, like a caress. “Darling…”I nodded, but my lips barely moved.“I’m happy,” I said between s

**Mikail**I knew Lyra didn’t feel entirely comfortable in the mansion, even though I had personally ordered that no one dare disturb her.I told everyone—guards, servants, council members—that her stay must be impeccable, that I didn’t want a single complaint, not a single whisper.But, of course, words wear thin quickly in a house so full of sharp tongues and prying eyes.Lyra was now the center of attention. Some glances were laden with desire. Others were tinged with jealousy and contempt.Although we hadn’t planned it that way, the mere fact that she agreed to be my escort at the gala was enough to set rumors ablaze like gunpowder.“They say she seduced him,” I heard one of the women on the council murmur as I passed through the north corridor. “That she got into his bed without him being able to resist. She has that innocent air that confuses powerful men.”I stopped dead in my tracks. The wolf inside me growled loudly, pushing against my chest. I turned slowly, my steps steady,

**Krimson**I didn’t understand why Lyra was so stubborn.Maybe it was her heart—so broken yet so brave at the same time—that drove her to keep believing.Even after everything, she insisted on attending that damn ceremony, convinced that Mikail would keep his word. But I… I had already stopped believing in him.We had argued. I asked him to speak the truth, to stop making empty promises to a girl who had already endured too much.The Alpha I had followed with blind loyalty for years wouldn’t listen to reason. He only hid behind his duty, his decisions as a leader, and ended up confirming what I already suspected.He didn’t plan to make her his Moon. It was all a ruse, and Lyra would be the one most harmed by all of this.When I told her that he might not name her at the gala, she just looked at me as if she didn’t understand. Or worse… as if she did understand, but was clinging to a futile hope.“Let me decide for myself. You can’t push me away like I’m a child, Krimson,” she replied

**Mikail**I was running like a man possessed.How on earth had that bastard managed to slip past my border guards without anyone noticing? How had he managed to take Lyra right under our noses?My breathing was heavy, my heartbeat thundered in my ears, driving me to keep going, to not stop until I found her.I tried to establish a wolf connection with Krimson, but it didn’t work. He was too far away. I cursed under my breath, but forced myself to calm down.I knew my beta wouldn’t let me down.Krimson might be angry with me, maybe he even despised me now, but for Lyra… for her, he was willing to give even his last drop of blood.That was the only thing that mattered. That, and bringing her back safely.The wind carried a scent I recognized instantly: her scent. My Lyra. And along with it, the repulsive stench of Rowan.I growled, clenching my fists.“Just you wait, you damn son of a b*tch…” I muttered, quickening my pace.Krimson’s scent was there too, following them closely. That ga

**Lyra**Stepping out of the bathroom to look for Mikail was like waking up from a brief dream in the middle of a nightmare.My heart was pounding as I hurried through the golden corridors of the building.I thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d make it in time for him to tell me what he urgently needed to say.Had he found out about our baby? Would he talk about us?The ceremonial gala had begun under the majestic light of the full moon, which seemed to accompany the expectant murmur of the crowd with its crackling glow.All the allied clans were present. The lycanthropes’ elite. Leaders, warriors, diplomats.I stood at the back, wearing a simple yet beautiful dress, knowing it stood in stark contrast to the overwhelming luxury of the other women.I didn’t care. I was there. I had chosen him, and I had the hope, the firm conviction, that he would choose me too tonight.My heart was pounding with unbridled force; each beat echoed in my ears like a war drum.Today. Today would be the day