All Chapters of The Rejected Lycan Princess: Four Alphas Want Me Back : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SILVERUnder the sun rays, we walked through the crowded market, where Darian and I walked up close, Caspian trailed behind trying his best not to be near me or hidden, but I could feel his stare burning a hole in my skull.“You did well today, princess.”“Thank you… I was just saying what you thought.”“I noticed. You used it well”“You think I won the negotiation cause I did well, or majority vote?”“Definitely the second, Cassian doesn't care about what the majority thinks, he would have said no if your point wasn't solid.”“So he liked cooping me up to make me nervous…”“It seems, you need to know how to stand your ground, like I said before, not all wars are won by fighting.”I nodded and we rolled into small talk. First was about the training, after we changed into a different conversation as he showed me through every stall in the market. This time we went to clothing stalls while trying to build up a good holding with them.“Distraction?”“Yes, more like common interest. If th

SILVERThe moment those words left his lips, I stilled. My eyes shot wide as a sudden rush of cold fear seeped deep into my bones.“What?” I blurted out, pushing myself forward.The figure standing before us was at least six-foot-one with a broad, imposing frame. Compared to him, I felt like an ant—a fat, helpless ant.He stared down at me before shifting his gaze to Cassian, stepping back to offer a low bow.“How accurate is your information?” Elias cut through the thick silence, standing completely still in the shadow of the corner.“The council of elders held a meeting today,” Enzo reported. “From the intelligence gathered, a few unfamiliar individuals entered with them... and none of them left.”“A meeting?” I turned to Cassian, my eyes narrowing. “What meeting?”“It was held by the council of elders from the packs aligned with ours,” Cassian explained, his voice even. “Every elder represents a pack, and some hold as much power as an Alpha. Though not every pack showed up, a few d

SILVERI stared at the empty windowsill where he had just been sitting, his words echoing softly in my mind. Darien had always come across as the easygoing, gentle one of the group. It would have been natural for him to simply be kind—to lie just to make me feel better—but it hadn't felt like a lie. Every word had sounded dragged straight from his soul, like a confession he couldn't deny even if he tried. Like he couldn't look away even if he wanted to.Or maybe I was reading too much into it.I was trying to justify his compliment, trying to convince myself that maybe—just maybe—he was right. But deep down, I knew he wasn't. I wasn't the picture-perfect werewolf princess.I raised my right hand, watching chubby skin gleam faintly under the pale moonbeams.I was definitely not the one~~~~~~~I caught his wrist mid-air, dropping to my knees as I swept a sharp kick toward his ankles. Ronan reacted instantly, leaping upward to clear the blow. Using his momentum against him, I seized th

SILVERI stilled, my eyes widening as the words rolled off his tongue. A second passed, then another, before I could snap out of the shock. My gaze flicked to the young boy, then back to the executioner.“It's a lie.” It couldn't seriously be true. The boy had to have been framed. He looked barely sixteen; there was no way such a child could commit such an atrocity.“Ma'am, I don't know who you are and I don't care. He ought to be punished. He sold his little sister off for a loaf of bread—he deserves death!” The crowd roared in agreement as I stepped forward, coming to a halt directly in front of the boy. He didn't look like someone about to be killed.At his young age, how was he this fearless?“Look at me,” I said, my voice calm.He raised his head slowly, his face covered in bruises, blood dried along his cheeks.“No need to waste your time, ma'am,” he said. “Turn around and leave this place , I would be dead before you reach the fifth step.”I froze. He was astonished.“Answer m

SILVERFOUR WEEKS LATERThe heavy thud of footsteps crunching through the crisp, fallen leaves put my senses on high alert. I ducked behind a thick tree, my hand closing tightly around the hilt of my dagger. In one swift motion, I lunged forward, the steel blade missing his throat by a fraction of an inch.Ronan ducked instinctively, staggering back a step before swinging his momentum right back at me.“Aim!” Ronan commanded, and I completely ignored him.I delivered a rapid series of strikes, keeping him entirely on the defensive. I landed a sharp kick directly to his gut. He stumbled back, his eyes widening with a flicker of genuine shock. I pressed forward, my expression cold and unreadable, watching his face twist in surprise before he let out a low breath.‘You hurt our mate,’ my wolf purred softly in the back of my mind, but I barely listened to her.“Attacking blindly is dangerous, Princess,” Ronan grunted, regaining his balance.“And yet I landed a clean blow on you.”He paus