Rejected by Alpha, Saved by the Lycan King

Lizette’s P.O.V. “A mistake?” My heart forgot to beat for a moment as my mate chewed his words hatefully, sending shivers down my spine. Alpha spoke out of the blue, “I, Brandon Cameron, Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, reject you, Gamma Lizette Bancroft, as my mate and the future Luna of the pack.” A volcano of hatred rumbled as its molten lava burned my soul, throbbing my heart with the pain of a thousand arrows piercing it. This rejection was like being struck by lightning on a clear, sunny day, crumbling down my world around me. My friend, my secret crush, and my mate had rejected me on a whim, how could he just do it to me? Suppressing my shrieks, I stumbled over my words to ask, “W-why? How can you reject me, Brandon?” Alpha was taken aback by this query, as if he wasn’t expecting it after his rash decision. “It’s obvious, Liz. How can an abomination like you can be my Luna?” Although his harsh words had initiated the process of rejection, he kept his Alpha demea

Lizette’s P.O.V. Friday night! Throughout the week, Liana ate my brain with different information regarding the Lycan King for that meeting. “Oh, my gosh, Liz. King Vincent Lawrence is dope. See, what have I found on this site?” She downloaded all the details, and articles about him and currently, she was bombarding me with that news in the ball. “He’s thirty-eight years old, 1.96 meters tall, and June Gemini. And the most important thing, he’s the richest businessman in our supernatural world.” I didn’t pay any heed to her bulletin, and looked around, mesmerized by the beauty of the arrangements. I had seen this luxurious hall before, but today, everything was top-notch. In addition to the fancy lights decor outside, the hall was all classy and stylish. The ceilings and posh chandeliers sparked different colors as though colorful gemstones were used to design them, making the hall look magical. However, its beauty lost its attraction when Stella appeared bef

Vincent’s P.O.V. “You’re so handsome, Prince Charming!” My little mate giggled, circling her arms around my neck. The attractive green color of her eyes was a hint of her wolf’s elation. “Your jawline is sharp; did you get surgery?” We hadn’t even exchanged names, and that wolf was asking me weird questions. Securing her in my embrace, I stepped into our room for tonight’s mating ritual. It was nearly impossible to see anything else except her alluring countenance, which was shining like a full moon in the sky. After closing the door shut, I corrected her softly. “I’m a King, Erasthai! Not a Prince Charming.” My statement confused her, my curious gaze followed her fingers as she traced my cheeks. “But you are too young to be a King. Are you trying to impress me with lies?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently and whispered in my ear. “If yes, then there’s no need for it. I like you.” Resting her head on my shoulder, she inhaled my scent deeply. And for the

Lizette’s P.O.V. The suffocating silence prevailed in the surroundings as King Vincent kept glaring at me, like he was giving me a chance to change my query as swiftly as possible. Alas! He was simply mistaken! I stared back at him bravely, not giving a damn about his Royal authority. This sudden order of moving had run me out of patience, ending the era of a spineless Lizette. My love for Brandon, his rejection, and my compromise with eternal loneliness had hardened my injured heart. I was fed up with all the ill-treatment, unwilling to let anyone dictate my future. This King’s command was just the last straw! The unending staring competition between me and King Vincent was going to be a tie as neither of us were ready to back off. So, my mom jumped in as a referee. “What are you saying, Liz? King Vincent had already waited until morning to go back. You should ...” My mom was praising the exemplary conduct of my mate, but my dad didn’t consider it enough. He scolded me in

Vincent’s P.O.V. “Lizette Bancroft. Age 18, one of the brightest students in the Silver Claw academy!” The file containing all the information about my Erasthai was presented by Beta Arlo, he was lecturing me as usual. “Our Queen is alone in the Silver Claw Pack. When will you call her parents?” He turned the pages of the file and pointed out the contact information. “Here are the links to her social media accounts and contact number. Be a man and contact your Erasthai, she must be waiting for you.” “No one is waiting for me!” Fed up by his nosiness, I flipped the table and growled furiously. “That little she-wolf has preferred to study for that stupid graduation over me. Let her stay in that pack to live her life. I’m not interested in a stubborn teenager!” Arlo took two steps back to avoid flying contents of my office table, gasping in disbelief. “Calm down, Your Majesty! Where is your logic? Your Erasthai is young, chasing her dreams like you did in your teen years