All Chapters of Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Veya’s POV“The mating ritual begins soon. If he rejects you in front of the pack, that’s the end,” my mother whispered behind me.I swallowed hard. “Alpha Darien and I have known each other for three years. He didn’t protest when he found out we were fated. He won’t reject me, Mother.”She snorted. “Then prove it.”Footsteps thundered through the trees. Alpha Darien emerged draped in his emerald ceremonial cloak, flanked by two elders and a trail of warriors behind him. His golden hair was slicked back, and his handsome face carved by gods too stingy to grant him a heart.I held my breath as he drew closer. The wolf within me howled, recognizing her mate.The eldest Alpha stepped forward. “Alpha Darien, do you accept Veya Ravenshire as your mate and future Luna of Thornspire?”The eyes that met mine weren’t the eyes of the boy who once kissed me beneath the cypress three seasons ago.These eyes were cold. Unfamiliar. As if I were nothing more than dust clinging to his boots.I steppe

Veya’s POV The scent of blood still clung to my skin when I woke, submerged in a pool that wasn’t mine. Petals floated thick across the water’s surface, hiding most of it from view. What happened last night? Fragments came back in a haze: my scream and then darkness. I shifted toward the edge of the pool, intent on getting out and finding clothes or at least a towel. “Stop right there.” The sharp voice froze me. A middle-aged woman stood in the doorway, carrying a small wicker basket filled with glass bottles. “Get back in the water. Now!” “Who—” “Don’t ask questions.” Her tone was cold as she stepped closer. “I am the head servant of the Southern Pavilion. My name is Liora.” I obeyed. Drawing in a shallow breath, I slipped back, letting the petals drift over my chest again. She approached without a single hint of warmth. She dipped her hand into the water, stirring it slowly before lifting her gaze to me. “Do you know who brought you here?” I shook my head. “Las

Veya’s POV Since the incident in the forest a week ago, King Rael had rarely been seen. I could count on one hand the times he’d visited the southern pavilion. Even when he did appear for dinner, it was only to command me to pour wine into his glass. I knew my place here—a slave had no right to ask questions. How could I ever dare to ask what he truly meant when he gave me that necklace? At least my life had grown more orderly since I moved to the southern pavilion. Liora was sharp-tongued, but she never looked down on me. She had told the other servants that my status as a slave didn’t give them the right to trample over me. Her words had left a strange warmth in my heart. Today, the kitchen was far busier than usual. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, melted butter, and wine simmering in iron pots. “Tonight, nobles from across the entire continent of Vargravia will be here,” she murmured to me while spooning sauce over a plate of roasted lamb. “Wealthy wer

Rael’s POVThe silence of the morning felt wrong. No lingering rage haunted my mind, no gnawing need for destruction, as if the beast in my chest had fallen asleep for the first time in my life.Cool morning air slipped through the lattice of the window, carrying with it the metallic scent of blood dried into the sheets. My skin was sticky with the remnants of sweat, spent lust, and last night’s heat.But it wasn’t the stains that struck me most. It was the faint, fresh scent of wildflowers drifting from her skin.Veya wasn’t like my concubines, who drowned themselves in nauseating perfumes. What worsened it was that her natural fragrance had the audacity to tame the primal hunger in me.Her body was sculpted too delicately for a world this brutal. Lips red as ripe strawberries, full and barely parted. A symmetrical oval face as if carved by a goddess’s hand. Her long chestnut hair fanned wildly across the pillow, spilling like melted chocolate over white stone.And yet, she was still

Veya’s POVI woke to something warm pressed against my wrist.King Rael was asleep beside my bed. His head rested on the edge of the mattress, breathing deep and steady, like a predator watching over its prey. His hand gripped mine as if, the moment he let go, I would vanish.This man was a threat—a Lycan king who had stolen my future, my freedom. By all rights, I should hate him to my core. And yet, strangely, his presence lately made me feel safe. That thought alone was more terrifying than any danger he could ever pose.I tried to pull my hand away. Failed. His grip was like iron shackles.“Leave it,” he murmured without opening his eyes. “I’m here.”The command in his voice made my heart stutter and race. I bit my lower lip to keep from making some foolish noise. Somehow, despite every warning in my body, I let our hands stay locked together until the first pale light of dawn crept in.***The door opened without a knock. A cold draft swept over my skin. I snapped upright, my brea