His rejected mate, The Lycan King's obsession

Sera

I was exhausted after spending hours taking care of my husband's sick mother.

But at least he was home tonight. Maybe we could finally talk.

I stepped quietly out of his mother’s room and shut the door behind me.

The pack house was strangely quiet tonight. Too quiet. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin.

Something feels wrong.

I ignored her. Again.

I walked toward our bedroom, rubbing my tired eyes. Maybe if I caught him in a good mood tonight, he wouldn’t look at me like a burden. Maybe he wouldn’t leave halfway through dinner again. Maybe...

Laughter drifted through the hallway. Male laughter. I slowed. Then another sound followed.

A low moan.

What the fuck is going on?

I reached our bedroom. The door was slightly open and then I heard Rylan's voice.

“No one can know about this.”

A soft chuckle answered him. “Relax. Your little Luna is busy playing nursemaid. She won’t come back anytime soon.”

My breath caught. That was Dorian, his Beta.

I pushed the door open with trembling hands.

No. 

For one suspended second, my brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing. 

Rylan was standing at the edge of the bed buried deep inside Dorian. Dorian was on all fours against the mattress, auburn hair disheveled, his green eyes half lidded with pleasure. One of his hands gripped the sheets while the other held onto Rylan's thigh. 

Rylan's sandy blond hair looked messy, sweat dropping down from his chest

Oh God. I stopped breathing.

I didn't know which was worse. The fact that I caught him cheating or the fact that while I spent years blaming myself for our broken marriage... He had never wanted me at all.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them looked ashamed.

I couldn't even hear my own heartbeat anymore.

My wolf had gone horrifyingly silent.

Rylan glanced over his shoulder.

His blue eyes widened briefly in surprise before something almost amused crossed his face. Then he laughed.

“Oh,” he said, tilting his head. “you’re back.”

My mouth opened. No sound came out.

Dorian smirked first.

“Close the door, Luna,” he drawled. “You’re letting in cold air.”

I curled my hands into fists. I should leave... Scream... Rip the room apart.

Instead, I stood there frozen unable to believe what I was seeing.

This was Rylan, Alpha of the Crimson pack and he was violating one of the oldest laws of the wolves.

“What…” My voice cracked. “What are you doing?”

Rylan finally pulled out, slowly as if he had all the time in the world. Like I was inconveniencing him.

He stood, adjusting his trousers and faced me. “What does it look like, Sera?”

My chest tightened. I stared at him. Waiting for him to laugh and say it was a misunderstanding.

Waiting for him to tell me I mattered enough for an explanation.

Instead, he sighed.

“Don’t make this dramatic.”

Dorian barked out a laugh behind him.

Rylan walked toward me barefoot, completely unbothered by the destruction written all over my face.

“You’re still my Luna,” he said, stopping inches from me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nothing changes that.”

Nothing changes that? I almost laughed.

Dorian sat up against the headboard without bothering to cover himself.

“Please,” he scoffed. “Did she really think she could satisfy you?”

I clutched at my chest.

“She can barely shift,” Dorian continued. “She can’t give you heirs. Honestly, Rylan, keeping her around this long was charity.”

I looked at my husband. Begged him silently to deny it.

To defend me. To choose me just once.

But he didn’t.

“He’s not wrong,” Rylan shrugged. “I never wanted this marriage, Sera. Your father had territory I needed. The alliance made sense at the time.”

"What..."

“But then your father died,” he cut me off. “The alliance became useless.”

I almost laughed. Oh, you played yourself Sera. Three whole years spent on a man that didn't love me at all.

My heart broke into pieces.

I didn't even know what to say. What would I say? The man standing in front of me was not the same man I married.

At times, I blamed myself that he only acted this way because I hadn't given him children yet.

But this... He never loved me.

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall in front of them.

Not now.

Rylan and Dorian were saying something but I couldn't hear them as I ran out of the room.

“Sera!” Rylan called.

I didn't turn back. This couldn't be happening. I didn't go to my room.

I ran toward the gates.

My body collided with a force.

"Sera!" The person gripped my shoulders tightly. Elara, my maid. If she wasn't holding me. I would have fallen to the ground. "Luna, what happened?"

"Get out of my way," I said, trying to rip myself away from her but her hold only tightened. "I need to leave."

“Luna, please slow down.”

I grabbed my coat from the rack with shaking hands.

“Elara,” I whispered, tears dropping from my eyes now. “ What did you want me to do? My life is over.”

My chest hurt so badly I thought I might die from it.

"Sera..."

I pushed her back. "Just let me go."

She fell silent. I just needed to be far away from here. Before she could stop me again, I ran out into the freezing night.

I had no place I was going to in mind. I just ran. I stopped in front of a bar.

The bar was loud. Good. I wanted loud. I wanted music and alcohol and strangers and anything that could drown out the sound of my heart breaking.

The place smelled like smoke, whiskey, and sweat.

No one looked twice at me when I shoved through the crowd toward the counter.

Perfect.

“Strongest thing you have,” I told the bartender.

He raised a brow at my shaking voice but poured anyway. I threw the drink back immediately. It burned all the way down.

Maybe if I drank enough, I’d stop remembering Rylan’s face. Maybe if I drank enough, I’d stop hearing Dorian laughing.

“Another.”

The bartender hesitated this time. “You sure?”

“Does it look like I’m not?”

He poured. I drank again and again. The room blurred slightly around the edges.

My wolf stayed silent. Probably ashamed of me too.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips at the thought.

“Drinking alone rarely ends well,” a voice said beside me.