All Chapters of The Rejected Lycan Princess: Four Alphas Want Me Back : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SILVER"You hurt our mate!" Lena screamed so loud my eardrums rattled. I stared unblinking, stunned at what I had just done.I thought he would duck. I thought he would step aside like he always did.He didn’t.I had hit him too hard.Ronan's yell sliced through the tension-thick air, but I paid no attention to him. I rushed closer. Without wasting a second, I grabbed a handful of my shirt and tore a strip of cloth straight off the hem. The fabric ripped with a sharp sound, exposing my skin, but I didn't care.I folded the cloth and pressed it gently against his nose to stem the bleeding."I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?" I whispered, my voice barely audible."It doesn't. I'm sure his skull has already healed itself," Darian chimed in, a smirk lacing his voice.I made a move to pull the cloth back, but Cassian moved fast. His large hand closed over mine, holding the makeshift bandage firmly against his face.I stiffened."I'm hurt," he said, his voice flat and robotic.."Huh?" was the onl

SILVERI froze in Ronan's arms, then whipped my head toward the figure standing off to the side. Darian stood with his hands locked behind his back, his head tilted slightly. Gone was the usual playful smirk he wore; a dangerous glint shone in his eyes. All that remained was a man who looked like he was seconds away from ripping someone’s head off.Darian didn't move. His gaze never left mine, but I could feel the intense heat radiating from his stare. The thick air crackled with a jolt of raw energy that sent a shiver down my spine.I stepped aside, catching Ronan off guard."I'm going to rest," I said, brushing past them. They didn't try to stop me, and I was glad.I was exhausted. I needed to clear my head.I had almost kissed Ronan. Our lips had been so close—our breath mingling together. One second more and our lips would have touched.I could have kissed him.I would have kissed him back.I shook my head violently. This was just my tired brain getting the better of me. I wouldn'

CASSIANThere was one thing about Silver that drove me insane: she always chose the most dangerous path. The hardest solution was her answer every single time. Every plan was another gamble, another walking trap. She called it the quickest way—which it indeed was—but it was flirting with suicide, and this was an absolute no."What?!" I said, my head snapping toward her. Gone was her once-defensive posture; her gaze was now blazing with sheer determination.Last night, I had crossed every boundary. I had gone against my own rules, against every single instinct that screamed at me to stop.*Getting her to her throne was my sole purpose; the bond could wait.Except it couldn't.It took over without warning, consuming me entirely.The warmth of her kiss still lingering, her taste hovering on my lips like a forbidden prayer that haunted my soul. The memory of her curves against my chest, her soft breaths pressed flush against mine.If Ronan hadn't walked in, I wouldn't have stopped. And de

AUTHOR POVThe carriage glided through the quiet stretches of the dark forest. Inside, Silver sat beside Darian, a small, triumphant smile tugging at her lips after the successful negotiation. For a horrifying moment back in the study, she had feared the meeting would turn into a bloodbath—that the Black Rose Alpha had seen right through her bluff. But people driven purely by arrogance rarely used their heads, and in the end, her gamble had paid off.Outside, Ronan walked behind the carriage, his sharp gaze continuously sweeping the perimeter as the wheels churned through the damp dirt. Cassian and Elias walked ahead at a deliberate, measured pace, securing the path while Silver remained safely tucked inside with Darian.Ronan let out a deep, steadying breath. His icy eyes sliced through the dense shadows of the tree line, scanning for any sign of movement.Contrary to the smooth victory they had just secured, Ronan had fully expected the meeting to end in bloodshed, shattered bones,

RONANShe was supposed to be in the carriage. She was supposed to be protected, tucked away in absolute safety. She was never meant to step out—let alone throw herself into the direct line of fire for my sake.For an agonizing second, my world ground to a halt. The ambient noise of the battle faded into dead silence. The archer’s string had already snapped, the arrow unleashed. She had stepped out of the carriage as their primary target, and judging by the hit, they likely assumed she was as good as dead.She stumbled, her strength buckling, and collapsed straight into my arms."Silver!" I roared, the sound raw and desperate against the night air. the remaining archers froze, caught off guard.She clutched at my chest, her breath coming in shallow, labored hitches. "Ronan..." she whispered, her fingers digging desperately into my tunic. "There are several men hidden in the treeline... they're carrying heavy crossbows. Worst of all... they're tipped with poison."I wasn't listening to