All Chapters of Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

52 Chapters

Chapter 31: Beauty Is a Weapon

Veya POVI stood before the mirror in the palace chamber and realized one bitter truth: today wasn’t about looking beautiful. It was about surviving among predators who wore crowns and titles.The gown I wore wasn’t designed to entice. Its cut followed the lines of my body without clinging, dark silver swallowing the light, a simple neckline that exposed my throat without turning me into cheap spectacle. My hair was pinned into a neat chignon, a few deliberate strands left loose to frame my face.Rael’s words from last night echoed in my head. “The real challenge starts tomorrow.”I let out a slow breath. That challenge wasn’t about meetings. It was about proving I wasn’t broken.The corridor leading to the council hall assaulted my senses. The scent of lycans pressed against my chest like an invisible grip. Several nobles turned to look. Their gazes stripped me bare without ever touching.I kept my back straight. At the far end of the corridor, Queen Nerissa stood as if the hallway i

Chapter 32: Choosing One

Rael POVFrom the moment she arrived at the palace, I noticed that Veya carried something no other woman possessed.Not beauty but courage hidden beneath her fragility.I despise weak women whose only talents are crying prettily and laughing when expensive gifts are placed in their hands.I have showered my concubines with jewels, offered them positions within the palace so they could stand on their own—only to be refused. Their minds were fixed on appearances, on receiving without ever having to work for what they wanted.Their presence here was meant to soothe my primal instincts, so I never blamed them for demanding payment in the form of gemstones and silk dresses.But everything changed when the girl from the Thornspire pack arrived, and my wolf dropped to its knees from nothing more than the scent of her.I no longer needed concubines to warm my bed each night. Holding Veya in my arms was enough to lull my primal side into peace.“That girl is growing bolder, as if she’s forgott

Chapter 33: The Worth of a Promise in His Eyes

Veya POV“Wait for me in the bedroom. What you achieved today deserves to be celebrated with me.”Those words still echo in my head long after the meeting room doors close behind King Rael.I remain standing in the hall as it empties, my heart pounding like a foolish girl who has just been given a promise and dared to believe in it.For the first time since I came here, I felt seen. Not as a body meant to warm his bed, but as someone whose thoughts carried weight.The king listened to me. And when the meeting ended, his promise fell so easily from his lips.That certainty made me brave enough to hope.After returning from the council, I prepare myself with more care than usual. I sink into warm water mixed with milk and rose petals, scrubbing every inch of my skin until it turns slick beneath my hands.I choose a soft pink gown with a dangerously low neckline—the one Rael once praised without smiling, only with a long, silent stare that made my knees tremble.I leave my brown hair loo

Chapter 34: When a Slave Draws a Line

Rael POVA slave returned my gift to me. No one has ever dared to do that.The ruby bracelet lay in my palm. Small, almost insignificant compared to the power I wielded. Yet its weight was enough to strike my pride clean across the face.The red stone caught the sunlight, gleaming like fresh blood. In my life, no one had ever returned a king’s gift.A gift is never just an object. It is an order that does not need to be spoken. Acceptance is obedience.Veya was the only one who dared to shatter that unspoken law.I did not feel rejected as a man. That would have been too simple.The anger came because my crown, meant to be untouchable, had been shaken by the hand of a slave. As if I had failed to give her something worthy of keeping.My fingers curled, cold metal biting into my skin. I forced my breathing into control. A king does not waver.The door opened without warning.Nerissa stepped inside, carrying the scent of power that had long been woven into my life.Her silk gown brushed

Chapter 35: Back to the Beginning

Veya POVMy steps halt right before the school gates.Two soldiers stand in my path. Their posture is rigid, expressions neutral, and their tone far too polished for a casual request.“Lady Veya,” one of them says. “The Council Elders are summoning you. Now.”My schoolbag still hangs from my shoulder. My books haven’t even been touched. I look at them for a moment, briefly weighing the idea of refusal, then realize there is no choice.“What is this about? Have I made a mistake?” I ask.“We were only ordered to escort you.”I nod slowly and follow them.The palace corridors feel longer today. The marble floors are cold beneath my shoes. Each step echoes like a warning that came too late.I pass statues of former kings, then heavy curtains and armed guards, until I finally stop before a massive wooden door carved with intricate patterns.“Isn’t this the council chamber?” I ask one of the soldiers as he opens the door.He nods. “You may enter.”A long table trimmed in gold stretches acro

Chapter 36: It Should Have Been Me

Nerissa POVI smiled at my reflection as I lifted the crown from my head.“Your Majesty, the King has not returned,” a maid whispered.“Leave.” I flicked my hand, and they obeyed at once.I released a slow breath, like a trained noble who was never allowed to appear unsteady.From the outside, my life looks flawless. People forget that things polished to perfection are often the most fragile at their core.I am a queen.A king’s wife.The mother of a daughter born with greatness braided into her noble blood.In the palace halls, people bow when I pass. At banquets, they praise me with reverent smiles.No one ever asks if I am happy.My life was never mine to claim. Every choice was decided for me, every road smoothed and laid out long before I learned how to want.I was only asked to walk straight ahead and never look back. When the royal family came with their proposal, I already knew my answer before the question was spoken.Our marriage was not born of love. Love came later, like m

Chapter 37: An Answer from the Past

Nerissa POVI was still trembling when he spoke my name.“Nerissa.”Just one word, carried on a gentle tone beneath the weight of his deep voice, as if my name were something fragile that must never be dropped to the ground.“Nerissa, I’m home.”I walked away from him quickly, spine straight, chin lifted. I wrapped my dignity as a queen around myself like a shield, protecting a heart that had long since cracked because of him.My tears slid down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. My mind was too focused on running from the truth that the man I had waited for had finally returned.“Nerissa, wait. Give me one chance to speak,” he said behind me. “I beg you, Nerissa.”I didn’t turn when my name was called again. There was no warmth left in my chest. No sweet longing. Only an old anger I had kept neatly folded away, like a blade hidden beneath a corset.I was angry because he left without a word. He abandoned me at the very moment my life was forced into a marriage I never chose.And the

Chapter 38: A Strange Pain

Veya POVThe palace kitchen usually smells of wood smoke clinging to the ancient stone walls, a scent that normally soothes me. This morning, it only makes my chest feel tight.I grind valerian root inside the stone mortar until the tips of my fingers tremble. The sound is loud and rhythmic, like I’m trying to drown out my thoughts.Irine stands across the table, slicing elderflower stems with the kind of precision I’ve always envied.Sunlight streams through the tall window, spilling across her dark hair and making her look peaceful. The contrast between us feels cruel. She is calm and orderly. I am a tangled thread ready to snap.“You’re pressing too hard,” she says without looking up. “That’s a calming mixture, not poison.”I force a small laugh. “I know.”The mortar nearly cracks beneath my grip.I ease the pressure, trying to breathe slower. Mixing herbs has always steadied me. Hands moving, mind silent. That’s what my father taught me back in Thornspire Pack. Herbs aren’t just m

Chapter 39: A New Prison

Veya POVI try to stand on my own, but his grip tightens, as if I’m made of fragile glass that could shatter at any moment.“I was helping Irine,” I whisper.His gaze drops to my face. I feel it like a blade, peeling back the layers of secrets I’ve buried beneath my skin.“Lying has never been your habit,” he mocks.I want to snap back, but the pain claws through my abdomen again, stealing my breath and forcing a silent grimace from my lips.“Tell me what’s wrong. Where does it hurt?” His hand leaves my waist, his rough palm pressing firmly against my stomach. “Take a slow breath, then release it. Do it a few times until you calm down.”I blink rapidly, obeying his instructions like a fool. Or maybe I’ve been a fool from the very beginning, because the rejection plan I carefully built dissolves the moment his fingers graze my skin.Warm energy spreads from his touch, seeping through my body like sunlight melting ice.My eyes widen. My hand moves on instinct, clutching Rael’s hand wher

Chapter 40: A Beginning in a New Place

Veya POVMorning light hits my face like a cold slap.The palace is usually awake long before the sun fully rises—boots striking stone, whispered politics, the clink of fine porcelain, servants moving like shadows. Today, all of it is swallowed by a silence too thick to breathe through.I wake with a broken gasp, my fingers clawing into sheets so soft they feel unreal. The scent of cinnamon clings to the fabric, wrapping around me like an embrace I never asked for.I close my eyes for a few seconds, wishing this is nothing more than a nightmare.The ceiling above me is impossibly high, carved with obsidian patterns. Dark velvet curtains block the morning, leaving only a thin golden line spilled across the marble floor. The fireplace still glows faintly.I draw a slow breath and sit up carefully.My body feels lighter than yesterday. The bone-deep cramps are gone, but something else has taken their place.My hand moves to my abdomen on instinct. That warm pulse is still there. Clearer

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