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The Balcony
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2026-07-03 14:40:42
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Rejected Once, Now Claimed By The Lycan Soft
Ava's POVI stormed into my room, slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame, and screamed.Not a dignified sound. A full, raw, frustrated scream that I was fairly certain carried through the floor and down the staircase and possibly into the party hall where every Lycan in the kingdom was probably still talking about me.Good. Let them talk."I *hate* this place!" I threw myself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.Four days. I had been here four days and I had already been told I needed to get pregnant on a deadline, watched my mate grope another woman on a balcony, accidentally endangered an innocent man's life, and been publicly threatened with something called a dark room.Four days.The knock came less than five minutes later. I ignored it.It came again. I pulled a pillow over my face.Then — quietly, through the door — "It's Isabelle."I was across the room before I had fully decided to move.She walked in and wrapped both arms around me immediately, no questions, no
Rejected Once, Now Claimed By The Lycan Conceive
Ava's POVThe words left my mouth and I immediately wanted to pull them back.Whatever you want.Sebastian's smile told me he had not missed a single syllable."Are you sure about that?" he asked."As long as it's within my power," I said, lifting my chin. "Yes."He stepped closer. One finger under my jaw, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to look at him directly."Go back into that hall," he said, his voice low and completely calm, "and let every person in that room know that you belong to me."Silence."That's it?" I asked."That's it."I stared at him. He stared back. Not a flicker of amusement, not a crack in that expression.He wanted me to walk back in there — in front of his parents, his father's four mates, Sandra, every Lycan in that hall — and publicly claim him as mine after he had spent twenty minutes on a balcony with another woman's hand on his."Is there anything else?" I asked. "Any other humiliation you'd like to add while you're at it?"Something crossed h
Rejected Once, Now Claimed By The Lycan Whatever You Want
Ava's POVI stayed exactly where I was.Sebastian crossed the dance floor in long, controlled strides — the kind of controlled that meant the opposite of calm — and reached for my arm.I pulled it back.Stepped closer to Michael instead.The collective intake of breath from the room was almost audible."I'm not your mate, Sebastian," I said, keeping my voice even. "You don't have any right to pull me away from anyone."Someone in the crowd made a sound that might have been a gasp and might have been a prayer.From the corner of my eye I caught Edgar Reynolds watching the whole thing from his seat with the delighted expression of a man watching excellent theatre.Sebastian's eyes dropped to Michael's hand at my waist.Something shifted in his face."Come here," he said quietly. "Now. Before I do something neither of us will enjoy."I raised an eyebrow.And shifted half a step closer to Michael, who had gone the particular shade of pale that meant he was rapidly assembling a picture he
Rejected Once, Now Claimed By The Lycan Dangerous Game
Ava's POVI stepped out from behind the wall and started clapping.Slowly. Deliberately. The kind of applause that wasn't applause at all."Isn't this a lovely sight."Sebastian's hand dropped from Sandra's chest like he'd been burned. The speed of it almost made me laugh — almost."No, please." I waved my hand. "Don't stop on my account, King Sebastian."I used his title the way you use a blade — precise, intentional. He knew exactly why. I watched his jaw tighten."Your father has four mates." I kept my voice light, pleasant, the smile on my face entirely disconnected from what was happening behind my eyes. "I don't see why you should limit yourself.""Ava —""It's not what it looked like," I finished for him, before he could say it. "Yes. I know. That's always what it is."I turned to Sandra.She was watching me with a smirk she was trying to disguise as concern — the particular expression of someone who had gotten exactly what they wanted and was now performing innocence for an au
Rejected Once, Now Claimed By The Lycan The Balcony
Ava's POVEdgar Reynolds looked at me like I was something on a menu."I didn't know your mate was such a beautiful young woman," he said, the smile on his face carrying a warmth that had nothing fatherly about it.I kept my expression perfectly pleasant and thought very hard about not visibly recoiling.This man had four mates standing behind him like furniture, was old enough to be my father, and was currently looking at me in a way that made my skin want to relocate. Sebastian went very still beside me in the specific way of someone exerting significant restraint.I glanced at the women behind Edgar.Three of them stood with their eyes down, shoulders curved inward — the posture of people who had learned to make themselves smaller over a very long time. The fourth stood differently. Head up. Eyes forward. Grey eyes, I noticed, and something in the line of her jaw that I recognised immediately.Sebastian's mother.She looked at me across the short distance between us and gave the sm
Rejected Once, Now Claimed By The Lycan Mine
Ava's POV"What did you tell him?"Isabelle's eyes lit up with the particular delight of someone sitting on good news."I told him he had absolutely nothing to worry about," she said, "because you, Ava Wellington, are a world-class event planner. Naturally gifted. Born for it."I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding."You really think it's good enough?" I asked."I think it's better than good enough." She stood and took the plate from my hands, passing it to the maid hovering near the door. "Now. This party tonight is two things at once — a welcome for Sebastian's parents, and an introduction of you to the entire Lycan Kingdom." She pointed at me. "You need to look like a queen."She disappeared into my wardrobe before I could respond.I listened to the sound of hangers sliding across rails, the occasional gasp of appreciation, the low whistle of someone finding something expensive."You haven't worn ninety percent of these," Isabelle called out."I've been here three d
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