All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Lycan king : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ZARIA'S POV I stood directly over Cassian, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The black smoke hissed as it touched the silver light surrounding us, burning away into nothing before it could reach his face. But outside our small circle, the hall was still a nightmare of dark magic and iron bars.Elder Thomas watched from behind his safe stone wall, his face twisted in ugly shock. "What are you waiting for?" he screamed at the mercenaries through the iron grate. "She is just one girl! Kill her and finish the King!"Eight heavily armored guards drew their long swords and stepped toward us. They thought because I was smaller, because I used to be an outcast with no rank, I would fall easily.They were wrong.The first man lunged, swinging his heavy blade straight for my neck. I didn't flinch. I ducked beneath his wild swing, stepped inside his guard, and drove the butt of my silver blade hard into his jaw. Bone crunched under the blow. Before he could recover, I spun

ZARIA'S POV The rain fell in thick, heavy sheets, drumming relentless rhythm against the cold stone walls of the Citadel. The night was pitch-black, save for the occasional flash of distant lightning that illuminated the sharp mountain peaks surrounding the city. It was the perfect cover for a secret exit.Under the shroud of midnight, we moved like ghosts. Lucius led eight of our most trusted silver-guard trackers through the lower courtyard, their boots wrapped in thick cloth to muffle every step against the wet cobblestones. Behind them came the heavy wooden carriage, its wheels padded with layers of leather and its undercarriage lined with thick iron plates to block any residual magic rising from the earth below.Helen boarded first, carrying her leather cases filled with herbs, clean bandages, and dark glass bottles of heavy suppressants. Then came four guards, carefully lifting Cassian inside. He was wrapped in a thick wool blanket, his large frame looking unusually fragile aga

ZARIA'S POV I pulled my blade across the commander's throat before he could finish another breath. He slumped limp against the frost-covered boulder, his dark blood pooling into the white snow. There was no time for mercy, no time to sit back and weigh our options. Cynthia was already moving toward the vault, and if she smashed that ancestral altar, Cassian would die in this carriage, and my mother would be executed in the crags."Lucius! Get the horses moving!" I shouted, wiping my silver short sword clean against the dead commander’s coat before sliding it back into its sheath. "We don't stop for rest! We push through the night!"Lucius didn't ask questions. He yelled at the drivers, and within minutes, the heavy carriage was rolling forward again, its iron-shod wheels crunching violently over the ice-covered trail.The next twelve hours were a brutal blur of freezing wind, steep mountain climbs, and blinding snowstorms. We pushed higher into the uncharted northern ranges, where th

ZARIA'S POVFrom our spot on the high cliff, Vanya and I watched the valley below. Dozens of dark leather tents covered the snow, and big iron campfires threw flickering shadows across the white ground.In front of the massive stone doors of the vault, Cynthia’s men had set up heavy iron drills. They were using black obsidian bits to grind slowly into the ancient ice locks, trying to force the heavy doors open with crude machinery."We can't go down through the main valley," I whispered, keeping my head low behind the snowdrift. "There are too many of them. Even if I fight my way to the doors, they’ll see us coming a mile away and kill my mother before we make it inside."Vanya spat into the snow, her yellow eyes scanning the high granite walls above the vault. "The main doors are for show anyway. There’s another way in."I turned my head to look at her. "What kind of way?""An old chimney shaft," Vanya said, pointing her gloved finger toward a dark, narrow crack high up on the mounta

ZARIA'S POV Cynthia stepped into the room, her dark cloak trailing behind her like a shroud. Her skin was ghastly pale, and dark, swollen veins stood out along her throat and temples—the clear sign of a mind completely devoured by dark blood magic. Her wild, hollow eyes locked straight onto the glowing silver altar in the center of the hall, then shifted to me."Kill her!" Cynthia screamed, pointing a trembling, clawed finger in my direction. Her voice was thin, raspy, and full of frantic madness. "Slaughter the girl! Seize the altar! The power of the first sovereign belongs to me!"Twenty heavily armed warlords raised their axes and swords, charging across the marble floor with loud, terrifying war cries."Helen, get Cassian behind that pillar!" I shouted over the thunder of their boots.Helen didn't hesitate. She dragged Cassian’s heavy frame behind a massive carved stone column, using her own body to shield his face from the falling rock and dust.I didn't turn to face the chargin