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Chapter 52: The Choice of a King
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Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection Chapter 52: The Choice of a King
Veya POV “I will not pass this curse to another generation simply to preserve tradition.” The king's voice thundered through the throne hall, powerful enough to silence every soul in the chamber. I stood several steps behind the rows of noble seats, deliberately choosing that position when the meeting began. The chair to the right of the throne stood empty—the place everyone knew belonged to the woman chosen by the king. But I did not sit there. Today was not about me, and I refused to let a single person in this room believe I stood beside the king to steal something that was not mine. The hall was not flooded with celebration lights like it had been in recent nights. Only torches burned along the stone walls, their flames casting slow-moving shadows across the towering pillars that held up the palace ceiling. The Alphas stood among the elders of the kingdom. To the left of the throne, Queen Nerissa sat straight-backed in her seat like a ruler who had never learned how to bow
Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection Chapter 51: The Breaking Point
Rael POVThe door slammed shut with such force that the metal latch rang down the length of the castle’s stone corridor.Let them all know their king was furious.I stood before the war table, both palms pressed against the old wood until its grain creaked beneath my grip.My breath slipped slowly through clenched teeth as I tried to leash the thing stirring restlessly inside my chest.“Shadow Wolves have never birthed a living male heir.”Nerissa’s voice echoed again in my mind, like a blade being drawn slowly from its sheath. What made it worse than any insult was the simple fact that she wasn’t lying.I began pacing, my boots striking the stone floor in a hard, relentless rhythm.War maps, border reports, letters from nobles—everything lay scattered across the table, untouched.Normally, matters like these were enough to anchor my thoughts.Not tonight. Tonight my mind kept returning to the same image.Veya’s small fingers curling around my arm as she searched for something to stea
Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection Chapter 50: A Messy Birthday Party
Veya’s POVCrystal candles hung from the ceiling like a galaxy dragged down into the ballroom, and I stood beneath them wearing a smile that felt like a blade stretched across my face.My white gown swept over the marble floor, layer upon layer of fine fabric shimmering every time I moved. Diamonds stitched across the skirt caught the light and fractured it into cold flashes. My hair flowed down my back in soft, deliberate waves, pinned with delicate ornaments that matched the necklace resting at my neck.The king walked beside me, magnificent in his royal attire. Black and gold wrapped around him like night set ablaze. The ruby crown on his head burned beneath the chandeliers. The stone in his pendant mirrored the fire in my necklace, as if we had been crafted intentionally to stand as a matched pair.My hand curled around his arm. He covered my fingers with his own, firm and certain.A claim that needed no announcement.Every Alpha across Vargravia filled the grand hall. Their auras
Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection Chapter 49: A Tense Breakfast
Veya’s POVMy steps faltered just before the threshold of the dining hall when I saw who was already inside.Morning light flooded the room through towering windows, spilling across polished marble floors and glinting off the silverware laid meticulously along the long table. The scent of warm bread and roasted meat filled the air—too rich and too sweet for a stomach that felt both hollow and nauseous.The king walked beside me.His training clothes clung to him, outlining strength he had never truly bothered to hide. Broad shoulders. Narrow hips. Power contained beneath fabric that strained when he moved. Beside him, I felt painfully aware of myself—wrapped in a navy gown cut low at the neckline. My hair was swept up neatly, exposing my neck.The diamond necklace he had fastened around my neck last night rested cold and heavy against my collarbone.Rael pulled out the chair to the king's right. “Sit, Veya.”Each step toward that chair felt like walking toward a verdict.His hand brus
Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection Chapter 48: Making Love & Relinquishment of Slave Status
Veya’s POV I woke with a strangled breath and found him already above me. Morning was only half-born. A pale blade of sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains, carving a faint golden line down his bare back. His tan skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. The muscles in his shoulders and arms shifted with every roll of his hips—slow at first, measured, then quicker the moment he realized my eyes were open. “You’re awake,” he rumbled, his voice thick, rough with sleep and possession. “How do you feel?” “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, shaking my head because he had found that devastatingly sweet place inside me again. “Your Majesty…” A low moan escaped me. My voice was wrecked. My throat burned from how many times I had called his name through the night, never truly stopping and never truly resting. My hands rose on instinct, clutching at his shoulders. My nails pressed into his slick skin as his movements made the bed creak beneath us. Each thrust pushed my head back, and
Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection Chapter 47: The Queen
Nerissa’s POV The split door still trembled when I stepped inside. Cracked wood scraped beneath my claws before crashing onto the black marble floor, the sound ricocheting up to the vaulted ceiling of the council chamber. All seven elders rose almost at once. Their heavy robes dragged across the stone. The old bastards’ faces tightened—not from fear. They were not weak men. No, this was a calculation. The kind that comes when a carefully crafted plan shifts beneath their feet. I did not wear my crown. I came with fangs. The half-shift broadened my shoulders, sharpened my hearing, and lengthened my nails into curved blades ready to tear. The sleeves of my red gown had ripped, exposing the sweep of fine white fur brushing my skin. The fabric clung indecently to muscle and heat, as though even silk understood who ruled this room. The air thinned under the weight of my dominance. My gaze locked onto the long obsidian table at the center of the chamber. Upon it lay the royal bloodl
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