REJECTED BY ALPHA, LOVED BY LYCAN KING

POV: DALIAH "Let me go!" I scream, my voice filled with desperation and anger, directed at whoever has a tight grip on my shoulder. As I turn to face my captor, shock courses through my veins, for it is none other than Dylan, the son of the Alpha — my secret crush and the one I was destined to be with. "You will be punished for what you've done. Do you even comprehend who Eunice is?" His fingers constrict around my neck, cutting off my air supply, and my vision blurs. "She is My Luna." Frantically, I attempt to strike him, but my blows are futile. It is as if I am striking an impenetrable wall, my fists connecting with an unyielding force. The air grows thinner with each passing second, and as my body weakens, the struggle finally ceases, and I collapse to the ground, gasping for breath. Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, pr

POV: LIAM I refuse to leave her side as the doctors usher me out of the room, their voices fading into the background. My resolve to protect and care for her burns unwaveringly. The room may be filled with medical professionals, but I am her lifeline, her unwavering support in this moment of vulnerability. My heart clenches as I witness the doctors gently turn her over onto her stomach, their hands deftly tearing away the remnants of her tattered blouse. Suppressing a primal growl that threatens to escape my throat, I clench my fists tightly, my entire being seething with a mix of fury and despair. The sight that greets my eyes is nothing short of a painful revelation. Her back, once a canvas of smooth and unblemished skin, is now a tapestry of redness and blood. Deep cuts mar the surface, refusing to heal due to the severity of the damage inflicted upon her. The brutality she has endured becomes starkly evident, etched into her flesh. My protective instincts surge forth, urging

The silence settles in the room, thick and laden, as Dylan processes the accusations I've just hurled at him. The new Alpha, visibly stunned by the revelations and the pressure on his throat, fails to find words to justify his actions.My departure from the room is anything but subtle. The door slams behind me, resonating through the corridor like a thunderous echo of my boiling rage. Each step I take is purposeful, my footfalls a rhythmic cadence that mirrors the tumultuous emotions churning within me.The air in the corridor becomes charged, thick with the intensity of unspoken tension. It's as if my fury, the accusations hanging in the air, has woven an invisible web that ensnares everyone in its path. The atmosphere pulsates with discomfort, a palpable unease settling over those left behind in the wake of my exit.The weight of the unspoken truth, the knowledge of Daliah's unjust suffering and the revelation of the Alpha's betrayal, adds a heavy burden to the charged air. It's a

He smirked, leaning closer to my innocent face. "I mean from now on, you will stay in the castle, but in the maid's rooms. You will work here, and you will serve me at night." His wicked laughter echoed through the entire palace, sending chills down my spine. As a naive girl, I did not fully understand his words — at least not until my second brother, Drake, burst into my room and yanked me up by my hair, pushing me down to the floor. "Now you are just a maid. If you want to eat and if you want us not to kill you, then you must serve me and Drew every single night." He licked the corner of his mouth, and a sickening feeling washed over me. They both stared at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Their cold gazes showed no hint of mercy, and my heart pounded in fear. I crawled on the floor, desperately trying to stand up on my feet, hoping to escape their clutches. "What do you mean by 'needs at night'?" I asked, my voice trembling with innocence, but deep down, I kn

CURRENT TIMESDALIAHAs we sat in the carriage, I looked at Liam. A torrent of emotions flooded my being as doubt and uncertainty clouded my mind. Could he truly accept me for who I am? Was he the regal king my departed father had spoken of, the one who had tenderly adopted me into his heart?As I stood there, surrounded by the watchful eyes of the wolves, my heart yearned for a love that defied all odds. I dared to dream of a love so pure and passionate, where the whispers of destiny would intertwine our souls.In the depths of my mind, I clung to the memory of my father's warm embrace, his loving words resonating like a guiding star. He had told me that one day, I would find my true mate, a love that transcended time and circumstance.My mate!Liam also looked at me. I didn't know if he could read my mind, but I hoped he knew how grateful I was. In that moment of collision, time seemed to stand still, and the world faded away, leaving only the two of us in a universe of our own.His