All Chapters of The Rejected Lycan Princess: Four Alphas Want Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CASSIANFor a flickering second, I froze. My muscles went rigid, and every single cell in my body turned to ice.Then, the sight of her lying still—dark blood oozing out from between her lips—snapped me back. The world outside settled in, my ragged breathing collapsing into a low, guttural growl that rattled the ground beneath us.“Silver!”I barked her name and hurtled forward, sweeping her limp body into my arms as I kicked the door wide open.“Get the fucking physician!” I roared even louder as every guard turned, horror flashing across their features before turning into sheer panic.Paying them no attention, I yelled louder. The maids scattered in terror while guards scrambled to call the royal doctor as I rushed her down the hall to towards her room.“Mate!” Ronan barked behind me, his frantic footsteps echoing right on my heels.I kicked her door open and laid her gently on the bed just as the physician rushed into the room.“What the fuck is happening?” Ronan turned and grabbed

SILVERThe silence that fell over the room was thick and heavy, clinging to the air like smoke. My gaze swept across their shocked expressions.“Your death?”“What exactly do you mean?”I adjusted my posture against the headboard ignoring the ache that coursed through my body like liquid fire and began to explain.“The maid was sent to poison me to ensure I die,” I stated calmly. “We give them what they want without spilling more blood.”“The maid is dead—we don't have to go that far,” Ronan argued, his brows furrowed.“We do,” I countered. “They attacked in secret, and they will continue until they achieve their aim.”“We don't even know who they are,” Cassian snapped, his jaw tight.“I know. But we can't fight them if we don't know when or where they're going to strike next.”“Security will be tightened—”I shook my head, cutting Cassian off. “They are already inside the palace.”Darien’s playful demeanor vanished. “How?”“If they sent someone to kill me, they must have sent someone

SILVERI waited for him to burst into deep laughter, to brush it off, but he didn't. He pinned me with a fierce stare, his face holding that usual casual, wicked look.“You heard me right,” he grinned. “Since we’re learning about the pack and the people you are to rule, it’s better you acquaint yourself with them first.”I opened my mouth to object, but nothing meaningful could slip out.“But Cassian said I wasn't allowed to leave.” The moment I uttered those words, I felt a sting of weakness—the exact kind of glass-fragile image he would laugh at.“I am not Cassian. Plus, I’m here to protect you.” He leaned in, his lips curving into a sly grin. “Don't be fooled by my handsome face; I know a thing or two about fighting.”I tried to suppress it, but a smile flickered across my face anyway.Damnit!“Now, hurry up.”I nodded slowly, then turned and made my way back into the shack, heading straight to my room. I tried my best to ignore my racing heart and the reality of how much his close

SILVERHis voice came low, dipping to a dangerous octave that sliced through the tense, thick air. I stared into the cold eyes that pinned me with a searing glare.“You haven't answered my question.”“I went out with Darian”“Knowing full well you can't leave the shack?”“I am back, and nothing happened.”“Something could have.”“She was with me,” Darius said, stepping up. “I was there to protect her.”“Something could have still gone wrong.”“It didn't. Plus, we went for training.” Cassian eyes dropped to the bags of food he held.“Training? What kind of training requires you to shop?”“The kind that improves my strategic skills,” I snapped back. “Darian was with me. The pack doesn't know who I am.”“They could have spies.”“The spies don't know what I look like. Only two do—one is dead, and the other must still be in the palace. They will never think the princess is out on the street when they think I'm still indoors.”“It doesn't work like this.” Cassian let out a heavy sigh. “You

RONANThe stench of rotting leaves damped the moist air thick, letting out the disgusting smell of decaying bodies, dried leaves filled the air. I moved through the forest in a soundless glide, my gaze cutting through the darkness as I made my way toward my little torture toy.I had come across plenty of fools in my time, but she… she topped them all. She had some nerve to pull off the most stupid act in history, and I was going to have the time of my life ripping her apart piece by piece. She would beg and wish for death, but death wouldn't come. Not yet. Not until she experienced every single ounce of pain she had inflicted. She would bleed out from every hole in her body and pray for the end, wishing she wasn't so damn stupid—wishing I hadn't dragged her back from death’s gasp just to break her myself.The cold wind bit at my skin as I stepped into the dark alley and turned toward the hidden entrance.I never believed in torture. I never liked wasting time when two quick strikes co