All Chapters of Once Rejected, Now Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BellaThe square had never felt so alive, so charged with raw energy, as the moment Theorone and Jaxon faced each other. The crowd pressed close, some cheering, some whispering fearfully, all craning to see what would unfold. Every pair of eyes was on them and on me, the prize, the center of it all.Jaxon moved first. His muscles coiled, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. His wolf gleamed beneath his skin, a silver sheen pulsing through his veins. I felt it from where I stood, a predator ready to pounce, confident, sharp, deadly.I didn't know why I was rooting fr him all of a sudden or why I saw him as a better candidate compared t Jaxon.I could get away from Theorone from all indications but Jaxon, was a beast I couldn't end up with, not again.I thought as my mind leapt, especially with fear because I knew and had witnessed how weak Theorone was even though he were supposed to be powerful because of his lycan heritage.Theorone didn’t move immediately. He waited, w

Theorone I returned to my chambers in silence. The doors closed behind me with a muted thud, cutting off the murmurs of the pack outside. For a moment, I allowed myself to simply stand there, letting the shadows stretch across the room, the weight of everything—the duel, Jaxon, Bella—pressing against my chest.I stripped off my coat and plunged into the cold bath that had been drawn. The water was icy, a shock that stole my breath and forced my muscles to tense. I submerged myself fully, letting the chill seep into my bones. My lycan screamed beneath my skin, restless and raging, but the water dulled it. I needed this. I needed to suppress the feral pull she had on me, to mute the growing desire that clawed at my mind whenever I thought of her.She was chaos and fire. She was everything I shouldn’t want, everything I shouldn’t care for. And yet, the more I tried to ignore her, the more impossible it became. My wolf growled, restless, but beneath it, another hunger stirred. One I

BellaA servant wore me the huge red, gold-embroidered kimono that had been sent to my chambers days ago. The fabric was heavy against my skin, rich and suffocating at the same time, as though it carried the weight of everything that was about to happen.“You look very pretty in this, Luna,” she whispered, her voice soft with something that almost sounded like admiration, and maybe even hope.Before I could respond, her partner shot her an angry stare.It was Lyra and Suli. The first servants that I had been given when I first came to Theorone's pack."She isn't the Luna yet! You don't even know whether she'll get to be marked as the Luna! Stop hyping her up!” I heard Lyra snap at Suli, her voice sharp, laced with bitterness that she didn’t even try to hide.I said nothing as I watched them.Silence had become my shield in this pack. Words were dangerous here—twisted, carried, and returned as weapons.I already knew why she didn’t like me all that much and why she was doing everything

BellaI saw as Lyra turned to leave, her steps measured, almost too calm to be natural. Her eyes were still focused on me, lingering longer than necessary, as if she was silently checking whether I would rise and follow her… or remain exactly where she wanted me."I will check with the guards whether any of the elders has sent for you, Luna," she said before she turned to leave.Her calling me Luna had gotten me worked up.Because there was no way for her to.She hated me. That much had never been hidden. She was one of Kattie’s most loyal shadows, always hovering, always watching, always ready to strike with words sharper than claws. So why—and all of a sudden—would she begin to call me the Luna, when she had just moments ago argued with Lily about the title as if it disgusted her?It didn’t make sense.And Lyra was not someone who did things without reason.Still, I forced myself to nod as she turned away, saying nothing until I was sure she was very far away, until the faint echo o

BellaLyra began to approach me on the floor again where I was, but I didn’t let her get close when I picked up a stick and hit her on the head with it. The sound echoed sharper than I expected, the impact vibrating through my trembling hands, yet she barely flinched—as though I had struck stone instead of flesh.It was obvious she had lied about the mating ceremony she had told me was to start only when I was sent for. The realization burned through me, hot and humiliating, like I had willingly walked into a trap I had seen coming from miles away.I hadn’t fallen for it—and although I had pretended to, I wondered if it was right allowing myself fall into her second trap of going after her to know what she was planning. Curiosity had always been my weakness… but now it felt more like my undoing."What do you want, Lyra?" I snapped when the stick I had hit her with didn’t in any way affect her. My voice came out harsher than I felt, trying to mask the fear slowly tightening around my c