All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Lycan king : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ZARIA'S POV The next morning, the sun barely broke through the heavy gray clouds, but I was already out on the training field. My hands were wrapped tight in canvas bandages to hide the raw blisters from the night before, and every single muscle in my body ached. I swung a wooden practice sword at a dummy, my movements slow, heavy, and completely exhausted.My head was muddled and I needed to clear it all out. All of what was happening was too much to handle. "Your stance is too wide," a deep voice called out.I turned around, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. Cassian was walking across the packed snow toward me, wearing just a simple black tunic without his usual heavy Alpha furs. He held two light wooden sparring blades in his hands."You're fighting like a werewolf, Zaria," he said, stepping onto the field. "You're trying to match brute strength against a wooden post. You'll lose every time if you play by our rules.""I just need to be faster," I muttered, li

AUTHOR'S POV The tension in the main house was getting thick enough to choke on, and Cynthia could feel her grip on everything slipping away with every passing hour. She had spent the last three days watching Garrick pace the hallways like a caged animal. His eyes were completely bloodshot, his jaw was permanently clenched, and he was radiating a wild, volatile energy that kept the entire pack on edge. Worse, her informants among the guards had just whispered some terrifying news to her: Garrick was secretly dragging the woodsmen down into the cells for questioning. The broken mate bond was driving him completely insane, making him deeply paranoid, and it was only a matter of time before he broke those guards and found out what really happened to Zaria after the rejection.She couldn't just sit around and wait for the axe to fall. If Garrick found out the truth, her upcoming coronation would be ruined, her reputation would be destroyed, and she would lose everything she had worked s

CHAPTER 36The walk back to my room was completely quiet, but it was the kind of silence that makes your chest feel tight and your heart do nervous little flips. I kept my eyes fixed on the crimson flower in my hands, my thumb gently tracing the edge of the soft, cold petals.Cassian walked right beside me. He had slowed his usually long, ground-covering strides to match my shorter pace, his presence a heavy, comforting warmth in the drafty stone corridor."You're quiet," he said, finally breaking the silence as we reached my door. He leaned his shoulder against the heavy wooden frame, looking down at me with his arms crossed over his chest. "How did the checkup go? Helen didn't give you a hard time, did she?"His voice was low, laced with a genuine concern that caught me completely off guard. He wasn't asking as a king checking on an asset he was training for a political game; he was asking because he actually cared if I was okay."No, she was great," I said, offering a small smile a

AUTHOR'S POVThe evening air inside the Bloodmoon estate felt heavy, almost impossible to breathe. The weight of what Selene had just overheard was pressing down on her chest like a physical hand, suffocating her. She hid around the corner of the long stone hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs, until she saw Rowan finally march down the main staircase to inspect the warriors getting ready for the long journey north.The moment his heavy footsteps faded into the courtyard below, Selene slipped back down the corridor. Her hands shook so violently she could barely grip the cold brass handle of his private office, but she pushed the door open and slipped inside, locking it quietly behind her.She went straight for the massive desk. Her panic was a wild, clawing thing, but she forced herself to focus. She started pulling open the heavy wooden drawers, tossing aside tax ledgers, trade reports, and land deeds, her breathing shallow and ragged. When she reached the bottom right drawe

ZARIA'S POV The dawn had come and gone without a single sound, leaving the entire palace feeling completely hollow. I stood out on my stone balcony, the biting northern wind whipping my hair wildly across my face, but I barely even registered the cold anymore. Instead, my fingers were tightly wrapped around the soft, dark leather of the empty thigh sheath Cassian had left on my vanity table right before he rode out. It was completely empty for now, but the sheer weight of it in my hands felt like a silent, tangible promise.There was a heavy, aching void settling deep in my chest. It was a completely different kind of feeling from the agonizing, tearing pain of the broken mate bond Garrick had brutally forced on me weeks ago. This wasn't some magical curse or a supernatural wolf pull. It was just a quiet, deeply human ache—the simple, frustrating weight of just missing him. For months, his deep voice, his steady presence, and the comforting rhythm of his heavy boots echoing down the