Revenge On The Lycan King-My Babies’ Daddy

/Selene's POV/"I, Atlas Maxwell, future Alpha of Blue Zircon pack, reject you, Selene Argus Phoebe, as my mate and the Luna of Blue Zircon pack."I woke up gasping. Same nightmare. Always the same words, the same voice, the same sentence that hunts me whether I'm asleep or awake.Growing up, I used to eavesdrop on pack members whispering about mates, how the moment you find yours, everything becomes bliss. Your soulmate is the missing piece the Moon Goddess divided from your heart when she breathed life into her offspring. I was just a child then, wide-eyed and hopeful, clinging to that promise like it was the only warmth in a cold house full of terror.Well, it was. It was the only hope I had left after my parents died.Everyone treated me like trash. I became the pack's slave, and worse, my mate's servant and his personal plaything.When he rejected me, I accepted it quietly. I even went to the Alpha on my knees, begging for permission to leave and start over somewhere else. The Alp

"What the hell do I do?"I was upright before I'd finished the thought, one hand pressed to my temple where a migraine was already forming its opening argument. I moved carefully, quietly, every instinct focused on not waking the man still sleeping beside me.I knew I should just go. Every rational part of me said go.But I looked anyway.He was enormous, tall enough that his feet probably reached the end of this bed with nothing to spare, built like someone who had never once in his life been told he couldn't do something. Dark hair tousled against the pillow. Tan skin marked with tattoos that I hadn't had the presence of mind to properly appreciate last night. Even unconscious and rumpled, he looked like something that shouldn't exist in the same world as me.Athena made a small, involuntary sound somewhere in my head.I know, I told her silently. I know. We're still leaving.I gathered my clothes from the floor quickly, avoiding looking at him again because I already knew I'd regret

"A whoring thief."That was what I walked into.Not the usual low-grade hostility I'd learned to navigate like furniture in a dark room, this was different. The hallway was silent in the specific way that meant everyone already knew something I didn't, hundreds of eyes narrowing the moment I appeared. That whisper cutting through the quiet like it had been waiting for me to arrive before it said itself out loud.I stopped walking.Whoring thief.I turned the words over slowly, trying to find where they connected to anything I'd actually done. My mind snagged briefly on two nights ago, the club, the stranger, the cash I'd taken from his nightstand, and I felt the faintest heat rise to my face before I pushed it firmly back down.Nobody knew about that. Nobody here knew anything about that.Which meant something else was happening. Something I hadn't seen coming.I kept walking.The corridor had gone so quiet I could hear my own footsteps."Yeah, that's her." Another whisper, not even

"Revenge."The door closed behind me, and I stood in the dark for exactly three seconds, long enough to feel the weight of what I was walking away from settle properly into my bones, then I turned my back on it and didn't look again.Done.As I walked unsteadily, I wondered if it was that simple to leave your rejected mate because it wasn't dramatic, no lightning, no howl, no cinematic collapse. Just a clean, quiet severance, like a thread pulled taut for so long that when it finally broke, the absence of tension was almost indistinguishable from relief. Athena made a low sound somewhere deep inside me. Not grief exactly. Something more complicated than grief.At least we no longer have to be in excruciating pain when Atlas sticks his thing in every female in the pack just because he wants to make us miserable. Or when he claims Gabriella as his Luna and mate when I am watching, as if the position didn't belong to me. His plans to turn me into a breeder and sell my pups to human tra

|Selene's POV| “It was a joke, here’s the cash,” I stated and dropped a twenty hundred dollar bill on the table, I made my way towards the two jokers to get my comeback. I got there and smiled sweetly at them, then looked at the floor to say the word that would bring out their worst fear. “Rat!!!!” I screamed and the both of them scrambled out knocking over their glasses of wine on their clothes, screeching and looking frantically I slipped out of their sight, the moment I got outside, there was an uproar in the restaurant probably from trying to look for the nonexistent rat, by the time I looked into the transparent door of the diner, I bent over clutching my stomach as laughter cracked through me at their terrified faces, their clothes now smeared with wine making them look as if they were coming from a painting carnival. “Ouccchhh, I forgot to ask the waiter where I can get pieces of stuff. ” I groaned and stomped my feet, and I knew going back was not an option because of the up