All Chapters of Rejected by my mate: Bounded by the Ruthless Lycan : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Her knees gave out beneath her. Zara collapsed hard into the blood-soaked dirt. No. No, this could not be real. The world around her became muffled and distant. The survivors blurred together into meaningless shapes while the mutilated body before her remained horrifyingly clear. Alpha Tyrone stepped out from the crowd slowly. He crouched beside her and rested a careful hand against her trembling shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Zara stared ahead blankly. “It’s okay,” she answered automatically. But it wasn’t. Nothing would ever be okay again. Strangely, she could no longer cry. The grief had hollowed her out completely, leaving only numbness behind. “The wolves did this?” she asked softly even though she already knew the answer. Tyrone nodded once. “And our warriors?” Another nod. “All dead?” This time, Tyrone lowered his gaze. Zara inhaled sharply. The sound nearly broke apart halfway through. “I’ll be back.” She didn’t remember leaving them behind. She

Both of Lucian’s hands were around Zara’s throat now. Her fingers clawed uselessly at the air, desperately reaching for anything that could save her. But all she could see were Lucian’s merciless eyes staring down at her without an ounce of pity. His scent flooded her lungs until nausea curled violently in her stomach. The cold leather of his gloves dug painfully into her skin. “Don’t struggle,” Lucian said with a humourless chuckle. “It only makes this uglier.” Panic exploded through her chest. Her body was fighting with everything it had. She shifted instantly against her will. Brown fur burst through her skin as her wolf emerged with a pained snarl. She landed awkwardly against the dirt floor, her coat rough and dishevelled from the struggle. Lucian did not even blink. He remained in his human form.That alone terrified her more than if he had shifted. His human strength was already overwhelming. Zara lunged desperately. A sharp crack echoed through the cabin. Pain shot

Wisteria's brown and red-streaked wolf was barely recognizable beneath all the blood. The gashes she had carved across the rogue's forelegs and back were leaking crimson steadily into her fur but the rogue hadn't gone down. It absorbed every blow like it was built for it, and when it snapped its jaws shut around Wisteria's foot the crack of the bite was sickening. She howled. Her hind legs fired and sent the wolf stumbling backward but it caught itself before it fell, planting its massive paws into the ground and shaking off the hit like it was nothing. 'That's not normal'Zara's breath stayed locked in her chest as she watched from where she'd landed in the mud. Lycans from a royal bloodline were built differently with strength that most wolves would never touch in their lifetimes. Wisteria should have ended this already. But the rogue matched her. Every single time. Maybe even exceeded her. Zara's legs wouldn't move. Some part of her brain kept running the calculation; 'if

Kael isn't going anywhere." Zara pushed past him and stood defensively in front of him, ready to shift if need be. Reginald chuckled. "Stand back, my dear. I'm only carrying out my duty," he stated. "As am I," Zara said. Reginald's face settled back into his earlier stoic expression. He raised his hand and moved two fingers, signalling the other guards to come forward. "I must go." Kael's expression hardened as he stepped forward. He wanted to cling to hope, but if the others before him had died trying, there was no point in him trying at all. Besides, they were cornered. He was trying, but even he couldn't defeat three Lycan guards. "Listen to me-" She tried to block his path with her arms outstretched, but he pushed her aside and kept walking toward Reginald. "Kael," she called out, but he didn't answer. The two guards behind Reginald stepped forward and grabbed him. Reginald then led the way to the basement. "Goodbye, Miss Zara. We'll be back in no time to show you the way

The yellow-eyed man was back again. She could make out the outline of his shadow as the moonlight shone on him from where he stood by the window. He moved toward the bed slowly, each step deliberate.When he reached her, his massive body towered over the mattress. Without warning, he ripped the nightgown off her in one savage yank, the thin fabric tearing loudly in the quiet room. She jolted awake instantly, heart slamming against her ribs as she sat up in complete shock. At first pure fear took over and she tried to cover her naked breasts and pussy with the blanket. He ripped it away just as fast, flinging it across the room. "No," he growled. His voice was deep, thick with raw, animalistic need. His broad chiseled chest heaved up and down, breathing fast and heavy.She could see how badly he wanted her. His thick cock was already rock-hard, veins bulging, the fat head glistening with precum as it throbbed angrily in her direction. He looked like a wild beast in heat, barel