All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Captured by a Dominating Lycan King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

My make-up is subtle, just the way I like it. The diamond earrings glitter in my earlobes. The necklace and the bracelet are secured around my neck and my wrist. My hair is pulled up into a slick but elaborate bun. A simple but beautiful diamond-encrusted tiara that came in the second box from Queen Sophia looks brilliant against my red hair. Caspian's mark on my shoulder is visible for the world to see. Fine by me. Let them look. King Alexandros has conceded to have a much smaller event than originally planned by cutting the guest list by half. The ball is in full swing. It doesn't look small to me. It looks like a small country's entire GDP got poured into one room. "You look breathtaking, Meine Prinzessin," Caspian whispers in my ear. He is looking stunning, standing next to me in his tuxedo, which is honestly unfair. I'm the one who's supposed to be the showstopper tonight and he's over here looking like he wandered off a magazine cover. His hand rubs my back soothingly, trying

"This is private. It's a family discussion," says King Alexandros while we're standing just outside the doors of his office. His golden brown eyes that, I realize now, are so similar to Damian's are trained on me.Oh great, another staring contest with royalty. My favorite pastime.I'm hanging on to Caspian's arm. I sense that he needs me as much as I need him and I'm not going anywhere unless he tells me to go. Not even a battalion of royal guards could pry me off him right now."She's his mate," says Queen Sophia haughtily before anybody could say anything. "She has the right to be where he is. She should know how twisted and depraved this family is," she continues as she walks breezily past him into the office.Well, when you put it that way, sign me up for the front row.The king clearly doesn't like her remarks or to have me as an audience to the family discussion but he swallows his argument and follows his mate into the privacy of the office without another word.The heavily or

Günter is waiting for me outside the door of the king's office. His solid hulking figure follows me silently as I walk the long, massive hallway back to our wing. My steps grow faster as I think of my waiting mate. The urgency to be with him intensifies as I think of tomorrow. Tomorrow. Right. The tiny detail I've been very studiously not thinking about. I feel a lot better, safer when we reach our part of the palace. Our sanctuary. Caspian is sitting at the reading nook by the bay window in our bedchamber, waiting. He had already discarded his jacket, waistcoat, and bowtie. The top of his snowy white dress shirt is unbuttoned and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbow. His impeccable hair is now all messed up. My heart aches at the sight of my beautiful mate. I try to push the thought of tomorrow to the very back of my mind for the moment. He needs me and it won't do us much good if I think about it now. He sits staring at me for a while, the next second, he's on his feet and stand

Damian goes charging even before the signal is given. He growls and changes into his full lycan in mid-air as he lunges for Caspian. Caspian manages to drop to the ground to avoid his attack but in less than a beat, Caspian is already a full lycan, ready to strike back. It takes a lot of practice to phase that fast. What happens after that is a series of violent and deadly blur of movements that have me gripping the arms of my chair with my heart in my throat. I vaguely hear the roar of the crowd. It's hard to see who is winning as both of them are covered in blood. Not even twenty minutes in, their fighting gears are already in tatters. Both of them are looking menacing and ferocious, like the monsters of your nightmare come to life. Glittering, soulless black eyes regarding each other with malice. Sharp teeth and canines extended as they growl while snapping, clawing, and attacking each other. There's no mercy. Damian is strong and built like a tank, but what my mate lacks in

"Livana, I need to talk to you," says Lady Celeste. She's in a peacock blue taffeta dress and her hair is impeccably styled. I've got to hand it to her, this woman knows how to dress well…or maybe her stylist does. I'm on my way back from the stable to our bedchamber with Günter behind me. Caspian should be in bed but my stubborn, injured mate has gone to see his parents instead. I thought they should have some privacy so decided to visit Sabre, the horse that I have taken a liking to. It's the same horse that I rode to my oath. He's a little bit wild and a little bit crazy but he sort of reminds me of myself. He certainly loved the sugar cubes and the apples I brought him this morning. "Livana," she calls again. I don't feel like talking to Lady Celeste so I ignore her but she catches up and grasps my arm tightly. Günter is immediately standing between us. I stare pointedly at her hand on my arm then I look at her in the eye, silently telling her to let go. "Your Highness, pl