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Déra Brownplease read, you would enjoy the book for real and sorry for my late update. got busy with school
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Howl of the rejected This stranger called Marcus
Zyra POV“You can see for yourself that I am useless so you should leave.” I said dismissively as I took a step back and sat on the ground. My heart pounding in my chest and my body trembling and battered.“You haven’t shapeshifted?”“I made it clear.” I groaned lowly and he let out a soft laugh“Is that why they hate you?” he asked“Why shouldn’t they?” I replied and turned away to look elsewhere“Everyone has their own time and there is a first time for everything, your own might not be now but definitely or even something better for you.” He replied and I turned to look at him, locking eyes with him.Marcus, the renowned and powerful Lycan known throughout the supernatural world. His eyes, piercing amber, held a mix of concern and determination as he locked eyes with me"Are you alright?" Marcus's deep voice resonated with genuine worry.“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked when I can see you are not.” He said immediatelymy voice quivered as I responded, "N-no, I'm not. They…. The
Howl of the rejected Shelter and pain
Zyra POVI sat still in the room and waited for Marcus return. While waiting, I took the opportunity to look around the room.The room was adorned with beautiful portraits hanging on the wall, books in shelves and a small wine cellar.A smile graced my lips as I released a low sigh, I sat alone in this room, wrapped snugly in a soft bathrobe. It feels comforting against my weary body, but my mind is still troubled by the events that led me here. I was injured, lost, and alone until Marcus, the powerful Lycan King, stumbled upon me.Marcus... He has a heart of gold; I can tell he is a nice person. When he found me injured and vulnerable, he couldn't bear to leave me behind, I honestly imagined him to diss me and leave. He brought me to his home, providing shelter and care. Such kindness is rare, especially coming from someone with as much power and responsibility as he holds.I wait patiently in the room, contemplating my own thoughts, when a familiar rumbling sound catches my
Howl of the rejected Going back to hell
Marcus POVI do not know how long this pain will continue to occur, no one else but me knows how much I feel. I made an attempt to get back on my feet but I fell back to the ground.Pain!My head, banging profusely and my body convulses with searing pain as I lie crumpled on the unforgiving ground. Groaning and whimpering escape my lips, involuntary sounds wrenched from the depths of my tortured soul. Each groan is a testament to the immense agony that courses through every fiber of my being.“No, I would not want Zyra to come find me this way.” I said in my thoughts but I could not get up from the ground.The weight of my cursed existence presses down on me, making it hard to breathe.“I need to leave here.” I muttered as I gathered my strength together and made a swift movement to the next room and jumped out through the window.This is one of the reasons I do not stay with my pack members, how could they keep seeing their Alpha go through this cursed pain every day.As I
Howl of the rejected Back to Mr. Cruel
Zyra POVJust as Marcus had said, he refused to follow me back to Alpha Cade. I made my way through the silent forest until I arrived at the pack mansion and stood before the broad gate. I could feel my heart begin to race slowly."Brace yourself Zyra, this might be your last time here after all he rejected you," I said to myself and heaved a sigh. I was about to walk into the open doors when I heard my name from behind."Zyra?" I immediately recognized that voice. It belonged to Alpha Cade's sister! I blinked rapidly before turning around to see her standing with one of her minions, Elara. I inwardly rolled my eyes, preparing for whatever they had to say."Wow, our long-lost toy," Elara chuckled as she did what she knows how to do best - circling around me like I am some prey for her to feed on. I rolled my eyes inwardly and sighed, glaring at her as I clenched my fist."What now?" I rolled my eyes."Wow, where did such audacity come from? Looks like someone has forgotten her place,"
Howl of the rejected I am not your toy
Marcus POVI sat alone in my room, the silence echoing in my mind. Every breath I took seemed heavy with doubt, each beat of my heart thumping against the weight of my thoughts. Did I make the right choice? Sending Zyra back to her pack, a pack that abuses and mistreats her?Memories of Zyra's hurt and pain haunted me, flickering like a broken reel of film. She had stumbled into my life, battered and broken, seeking refuge from a world that had dealt her nothing but cruelty. In that moment, I couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer. I opened my doors and let her in, allowing her to find solace under my roof for just one night. But one night turned into days, and days turned into weeks.Now, as I sat on my bed, I yearned to protect her. The desire to shield her from those who caused her harm burned within me. Yet, doubts crept in like uninvited guests at a feast. Was it my place to intervene in her life? Would she be safer with her pack, despite the abuse they i
Howl of the rejected Safety
Zyra's POVI stood there in disbelief at my own actions, staring blankly at the man before me. I had just punched Cade, my ex-mate, straight in the face. Instead of quickly fleeing the scene, I found myself frozen in place. This was Cade, after all.He wiped his lips and slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a seething glare. I blinked rapidly, feeling a mix of fear and defiance. "You hit me?" he sneered, his voice filled with incredulity as he rose from the bed and began to approach me. "And I will hit you again if you dare take one step closer," I warned, my voice firm, though my heart raced with uncertainty.But he simply laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room. "I know you, Zyra," he taunted. "You're a poor thing. Weak. Powerless."I couldn't let him finish his statement. Without hesitation, I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at his head, its impact sending him crashing to the ground. "Say that again," I seethed, my anger boiling over, "and I'll make
Howl of the rejected New home
Zyra POV And here he is again, welcoming me back to his home. I lazily dragged my feet in, my whole body feels sore and it aches me seriously. Marcus led me into the living room then paused, “How about you have a shower first? The cold water could help with a little relief though.” He suggested and I nod my head in agreement with him.“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” I replied with my head low and then the next second, he lifted me in his hands as he carried me in a bridal style up the foyer. “Uh?” I blinked rapidly at him but he ignored, “What? You can barely walk up the stairs yourself.” He replied and I nod my head in reply, “Thanks but don’t I weigh too much?”“I don’t think I am carrying any human; you don’t have weight princess.” He chuckled and I smiled.Princess….“You said you have been waiting for me, did you mean what you said?” I asked him and he sighed“Save your strength and have a nice bath, come back downstairs and I’d feed you, okay?” he replied instead I nod my head in
Howl of the rejected Bring her to me
Zyra POV I found myself captivated by Marcus's presence as we sat at the dining table. He pulled out a chair for me, displaying his chivalry, which made me smile gratefully before I took my seat. Marcus chuckled playfully, acknowledging that I could have done it myself. "You are with me; you deserve to be treated well," he explained with a casual shrug. As he glanced down at his plate and then back at me, he noticed a weariness in my expression. Concerned, he asked, "Tired, aren't you?" I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "Not really, thanks. I already had my shower, so I feel a little bit better now," I replied. Marcus nodded understandingly and began to eat his meal. Curiosity got the better of me, prompting me to ask, "You cook?" I remembered hearing him mention cooking earlier. Marcus laughed softly, confirming my question. "Please don't tell me that sounds surprising to you," he pleaded playfully. I joined in his laughter, not wanting to make him feel bad. "It is surprising, bu
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