All Chapters of Rejected by my mate: Bounded by the Ruthless Lycan : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zara's world began to spin. King Draven had just called her by her name; how in earth did he know her name. Scratch that, what was it he had said last before her ears began to ring and her heart began to race faster in her chest?!She didn't think she had heard him right, her wolf was growling so loudly that she found it hard to process a y further words that had emanated from Draven's mouth. And then, the tingling sensation hit her nose, the familiar scent she had always dreaded and wished she would never get the privilege of sensing it again, but here it was, pulling at her heart strings. Zara’s breath hitched, her wolf stirring at the undeniable pull of the bond snapping into place. The air between them hummed with raw power, a connection stronger than anything she had ever felt before. But instead of the rejection she expected, Draven didn’t push her away. He took a step forward, their bodies almost pressing together. She had not expected that in the space of one night, she w

Zara closed the book abruptly when she couldn't take it any more. She struggled to keep her emotions in check but her frail heart betrayed her. She kept the book back in place, knowing it was fate that had made her to come across the book. She stormed back into the chamber beneath the Moonstone Pack’s temple, her mind reeling. The icy morning air did little to cool the fire burning inside her. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that Draven had known something—something asides her curse and that was why he had refused to mark her, and it wasn't because neither of them would die if he marked or rejected her. Had he been trying to protect her, or himself? There was an uproar coming from outside of the chamber that those in the temple couldn't ignore. "Where is that noise coming from?!" Zara said to herself. Every thought concerning the prophecy evacuated into thin air, her attention drawing to what was going on outside of the temple. She rushed out to investigate the source of t

“Zara, please… just listen to me. This isn’t your burden to carry.” Kael’s voice cracked with desperation as he slowly stretched his hand toward her. “Drop the dagger.” But Zara only tightened her grip around the silver blade. No. This had to end. One way or another. If her existence was the reason innocent people kept suffering, then the fastest solution was simple. She would remove herself from the equation. “I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly. “I wish we had more time… I wish we could’ve explored whatever this bond was supposed to become.” Her lips trembled violently. Tears blurred her vision until Laels face became nothing more than a dark silhouette before her. “But as long as I’m alive…” her voice shattered, “you’ll never know peace.” Her wolf screamed inside her head. Her body refused to cooperate. Every instinct fought against what she was about to do. Because despite everything- the curse, the rejections, the loneliness, Zara did not want to die. But she was so tired

“He never leaves the castle,” Kael informed Zara as she wrapped fresh cloth around the deep gash across his ribs. “Whenever he does, terrible things happen. This time will be no exception.”“How are you so sure?” Zara asked quietly. “That’s only one possibility.”Kael let out a dry laugh. There was no humour in it.“Because sixty years ago, after my father threw me out of the family castle and forced me to live in these woods, Lucian visited me.” His jaw tightened painfully. “He came to deliver a message.”Zara carefully reached for his hand, but he flinched before she could touch him. Shame crossed his face immediately after.“He told me my father never wanted me near the castle again,” Kael continued, staring at the wooden floorboards instead of her. “Said my curse was a disgrace. Said I was poison to the nobility of our bloodline.”His voice remained calm, but every word sounded carved out of old wounds.“He sent me away with the rest of the Lycan prisoners and vagabonds. We built

The beta quarters looked like a graveyard.Bodies of fallen warriors and wounded betas littered every corner of the camp. Mud and blood coated them equally until it became impossible to tell where dirt ended and flesh began. The stench of death already polluted the air, thick and rotten enough to make Zara’s stomach twist violently.She wanted to look away but she couldn’t.'Look at what happened because of you' she thought to herself.Her breathing became uneven. Tears blurred her vision as her body trembled beneath the weight of the sight before her. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, partly to silence her sobs and partly to block out the smell of decaying bodies.“Zara?”A familiar voice echoed from the other side of the wreckage.Denice.“Denice!”Relief crashed through Zara instantly as she hurried toward her friend.“You’re alive.”She wrapped her arms around Denice tightly without caring about the dried blood staining her clothes.But the moment they separated, Denice