All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Lycan king : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AUTHOR'S POV The afternoon sun filtered softly through the intricate glass panes of the palace’s grand dome, casting warm, dappled hexagons of amber and green light across the stone garden path. Inside the greenhouse, the humid air smelled richly of damp soil, crushed mint, and the sweet, vanilla-like fragrance of blooming jasmine. It was quiet—a deep, peaceful silence broken only by the rhythmic drip of water from the copper irrigation pipes high above.Zaria kneeled on a plush woven mat beside a low stone planter, a small iron trowel in her gloved hand. In front of her grew a thick cluster of low, creeping shrubs with dark violet leaves. Tucked beneath the leaves were small, spherical berries that hummed with a faint, silvery luminescence—rare moon-berries, plants that thrived only when nurtured by pure Sovereign light and calm soil."You're planting those too deep, you know," a gentle voice teased from down the path.Zaria looked up, a soft smile immediately brightening her face as

AUTHOR'S POV The royal palace gardens transformed into a shimmering wonderland as twilight gave way to a star-dusted night. Hundreds of silk paper lanterns—glowing in soft amber, pale violet, and warm rose—hung from the sprawling branches of the ancient ironwood trees, casting a gentle, dancing light over the cobblestone paths and marble terraces.Music filled the crisp night air as a troupe of mountain fiddlers played a lively, rhythmic tune near the central fountain. Long banquet tables groaned under the weight of roasted wild boar drizzled with honey, platters of roasted root vegetables, fresh crusty bread, and tall glass carafes of spiced berry wine. Laughter, clinking goblets, and animated chatter echoed through the courtyard. The festival was in full swing, celebrating the official royal appointment of Maya as High Commander of the Citadel Guard.Near the edge of the stone dance floor, Maya stood looking entirely out of her element. She had stubbornly refused to wear a formal g

AUTHOR'S POV The two tiny, glowing sparks floated together in the center of the silver basin, swirling in a tight, protective dance. They pulsed rhythmically, beating in a perfect, synchronized, double-thrumming heartbeat that resonated directly through the air in the quiet room.Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump...Helen’s eyes flew open. She stared down into the silver basin, her hands trembling so violently that the magical light around her fingers dissolved into floating specks of silver dust."Oh... oh my dear..." Helen gasped out, a sudden, breathless sob catching in her throat.She pressed her hand against her mouth, tears instantly brimming in her dark eyes and spilling over her wrinkled cheeks. She looked up from the basin, looking down at Zaria with an expression of pure, overwhelming joy and reverent wonder."It isn't magical exhaustion, Zaria..." Helen whispered, her voice cracking with deep emotion. "And your Sovereign magic isn't failing you. You are carrying tw

The quiet of the royal master suite felt vast and holy after the soft rustle of the greenhouse. Warm moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling balcony archways, painting long ribbons of silver across the polished dark wood floors and the thick furs of the grand canopy bed.Cassian set me down on the edge of the plush mattress with a gentleness so extreme it made my chest ache. He didn't step back. He didn't pull away to unbuckle his heavy leather bracers or light the fireplace candles.Instead, the formidable Lycan King—the man who had stared down ancient blood-curses, stood unyielding against invading sieges, and ripped rogue warlords from their saddles—sank slowly to his knees right on the cold floorboards before me.He rested his broad forearms on my knees, pressing his forehead directly against my lower belly through the soft fabric of my dress.A ragged, shuddering breath escaped his chest, shaking his massive frame. I felt the hot, wet trace of his tears soaking straight thr

AUTHOR'S POV Thunder shattered the black sky over the Citadel, throwing jagged flashes of lightning across the high stained-glass windows of the royal medical suite. Outside in the freezing rain, the courtyard was dead silent; hundreds of guards, servants, and townspeople stood huddled beneath the stone archways, waiting in anxious, breathless stillness for news from the high tower.Inside the chamber, the air was thick with the scent of crushed lavender, burning cedar, and hot herbal steam."Breathe, Zaria! Keep your chin down and push!" Helen commanded, her voice steady and sharp as she worked at the foot of the delivery bed, flanked by Luna Selene and Maeve, who were frantically washing warm linen towels in brass basins.Zaria's knuckles were ghostly white, her fingers dug so deeply into Cassian’s right hand that the leather straps of his bracer groaned under the pressure. Her silver hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to her pale forehead as another violent contraction tore thro