Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected by Alpha, Saved by the Lycan King : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Lizette’s P.O.V. “Strip!” That lady’s order resonated in the hall as I stared at her wide-eyed, startled by the absurdity of her demand. Why should I remove my clothes for measurements? Couldn’t they measure my size with them? I turned to see Jane for my support, but she shuddered. “It’s compulsory, Your Highness! Every woman needs to do it.” Although it was embarrassing to strip in front of a stranger, I decided to do it for my mate. “Okay! Where should I go for measurements?” My simple response filled the air with laughter, everyone was amused by my query. That lady’s one glare shushed all the girls as she flexed her authority over them and commanded. “Strip here! Alicia and Zara will stake your measurements.” “No!” An involuntary gasp escaped my mouth as my insides froze, I was horrified by the bold eyes of the girls in front of me. Stripping before a crowd was something I hadn’t imagined in my wildest nightmares; I refused at once. “No! I will not strip in front of

Lizette’s P.O.V.Sister?Evangeline’s mocking tone along with her smile set my body on fire, I wanted to tear off that victorious smile from her face. Vincent had kicked her out of his life, but still, she was sitting at the dining table like a family member. It seemed that she had a close relationship with my mother-in-law as she placed her hand on Evangeline’s.“You are always modest and well-mannered, dear. I know you are the best choice for Vincent.”Goddess, what was that?She ignored my greetings as if I weren’t present in the room and kept praising her dear Evangeline. It was so difficult for me to push away the tears welling up in my eyes. My mother-in-law made it evident that I wasn’t welcomed in the Palace, deliberately talking to my mate’s ex-fiancé. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I stood there frozen, gawking at that breakfast table where I was treated like the other maids standing for service. A maid placed my present on the table and spoke loudly to interrupt their c

Lizette’s P.O.V. You might have guessed my special method, so just for reference: It was touching myself without my mate. I was on the edge, climaxing alone could help me release the heat. But the problem was Vincent’s association with it. If I get off, he would have a stubborn hard on, pushing his lycan to mate instantly. There was no restraint in this world which could ignore the call of mating like that. As Dylan had confirmed that the war ended on a good note. Lycans won and signed a peace treaty with the Werewolves. So, my mate would be dealing with meetings and the legal stuff. After weighing the pros and cons of my decision for two hours, I went for a shower and took off my clothes. “I am sorry, Vincent. But I can’t hold back anymore.” Closing my eyes, I stood under running water, and slid my hand down my belly, not bothering about any play time. I was desperate, starving for relief, so I directly got down to business by pushing two fingers in my needy hole. My walls cl

Vincent’s P.O.V. “It’s all Vincent’s fault!” Ares turned out to be the biggest villain of my life despite being my partner. He chose to blame me as an outsider instead of supporting me. His betrayal left me with no choice but to subside the flames with promises. Otherwise, I could come up with a convincing justification to satisfy my precious Erasthai. She was already getting hurt because of the heat of our mate-bond, and now, the tension in the Palace had doubled her misery. I couldn’t think beyond this fact that she was unhappy in her home. She was right! If I was unable to ensure her safety, then there was no use of claiming to be a born King! Utterly embarrassed, I looked for a black hole to engulf me, freeing me of the weight of guilt and remorse. However, Ares didn’t hesitate to sprinkle salt over my injuries and remarked. “You have made this mess. Now, clear it up like an adult, Vincent. You aren’t a teenager like our little Swan.” Fuck! During my stay in the Sil

Lizette’s P.O.V. What? The temperature of the hall went down to zero as the air became heavy with tension, raising fine hair on my nape. I was riveted to my spot, gawking at the court full of officials. Their judgmental dark eyes made me gulp a lump in my throat. I was in the middle of a real life’s crisis, unable to solve this puzzle of my sudden infertility. And instead of being supportive or understanding, my mother-in-law openly broadcasted this news. She could have complained to Vincent in private, but what was the use of announcing it publicly? The heat of intense gazes burned me in the volcano of embarrassment as an official spoke sternly, shaming me for this brand-new weakness. “His Majesty has ordered us to gather for the introduction of the new Queen. But we didn’t know that she isn’t fit to be an Erasthai. Why didn’t he reject her after the first meeting?” My whole world turned upside down as the tongues wagged viciously, demanding the godforsaken rejection. A cold