All Chapters of Rejected and Marked by the Lycan Prince : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Third person POVCullen's lips curled up in a smug smirk. The wolfsbane pumped into his system blurred his vision as he stared at his captor. "You'd risk starting a war? And for what? A mate you actually rejected." He scoffed, but it came out as a cough, blood splattering out of his mouth.Kyrell ignored him and proceeded to roll up his sleeves. The pulp was doing a terrible job at trying to rage bait him and he knew it."You think Nyx would ever forgive you for killing her brother?" Cullen continued.Kyrell walked towards him, to his right hand and held out his fingers. "What she won't forgive me for," he said, placing one of his fingers between the pliers, "is taking the opportunity from her." With that, he peeled out one of his fingernails and Cullen hissed in pain. He glared at the Lycan Alpha in front of him and all he could see was his head on a platter."Why did you sell your sister out to useless men? And don't tell me money, because we both know you aren't short on it." After

NyxI didn't realize my jaw had dropped open. Are we going to attend college together? Vesper looked like her patience was hanging by a thread and I didn't want to find out what would happen when it snapped. I quickly shut the door, kept my boxes in the trunk and moved to sit beside the driver.I held my breath until the engine came to life, clutching the phone Samiel had given me yesterday like a weapon. I couldn't believe I had completely forgotten about Vesper in this whole mess, which was strange given that the last time I had seen her, she had threatened to tear me apart.I wondered what she would do when she found out I now had a wolf. That was if she didn't already know.'Pull her hair off, what else?' Hazel said. I would have laughed if I weren't in a tight spot.The drive to Crescent felt unending and painfully silent. By the time we arrived, the entire college grounds were buzzing with hundreds of young wolves trooping in and out of the building.I got out of the car and mov

Kyrell Third person POV Kyrell had always loved the quiet. There was beauty in silence and a special type of peace he'd always believed nothing else could bring. Though there were moments in his life that required violence and order, at the end of the day, he always found peace in the quiet. But ever since Nyx had found her way into his life, she had brought nothing but chaos along with her, disrupting the peace he'd built. Now that she was gone, the silence was deafening. It was already past 9 p.m. She should be in her dorm by now, the exact room he had arranged for her to get. He leaned in on his seat and opened the laptop on his desk. Four different camera feeds appeared on the screen, each displaying different angles of the same place. Kyrell watched her walk through the corridor and straight to her room before going to the bathroom, the only place he had forced himself not to install a CCTV camera. After taking the job at the cafe, she always came back exhausted. He hated t

NyxWhat was worse than barging into a guys' locker room? Not getting out immediately, that's what.'Girl, get the hell out of here!' It's safe to say Hazel screamed at me.Not that I felt comfortable staring at the different shapes and sizes of dicks in front of me, I just couldn't move. Of all times my brain chose to shut down, why now?"I'm so sorry... I..."I reached for the door handle behind me, but my hand was shaking so much I couldn't locate it."You lost, baby girl?"Someone asked. I didn't know who he was. I didn't care. All I wanted was to get the fuck out of here. "Please," I muttered as I faced the door and grabbed the handle again."You're meant to twist, not pull," another person said behind me.Well, it wasn't my fault my brain had decided to shut down, leaving me to figure out how to twist a door handle. Instead of twisting, I pulled, yanking out the handle completely."Shit!" I cursed as I bit my lower lip.It took three whole seconds before the room erupted in laug

Third person POVThe silence in the boardroom was almost suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken threats. Ten powerful men sat around the long mahogany table, each carrying themselves differently.Kyrell studied the look on their faces; some wore arrogance like a crown, their expressions hard and dismissive. Others shifted uncomfortably in their seats. But his attention was focused on the man seated across from him. Alpha Gerald seemed calm. Too calm for someone fidgeting at the beginning of the meeting.Kyrell sat back in his chair, relaxed, his fingers loosely intertwined as though he were watching a show rather than sitting in a room where fortunes, and perhaps lives, were on the line.The Alphas' summit wasn't supposed to drag on to today. Kyrell had moved the meeting forward in order to get it over with but a day couldn't contain the debates.“Like I said, Alpha Kyrell, the Mooncrest rogues have become increasingly difficult to deal with,” Alpha Jerome of the Greenvale pack