Todos los capítulos de Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The night I found my mate was the same night he destroyed me.The Moon Ceremony was supposed to be sacred.Silver torches lined the clearing. The entire Nightfang Pack stood in a circle beneath the full moon, their eyes glowing faintly in anticipation. Tonight, Alpha Kael Draven would formally announce his Luna.Every unmated she-wolf held her breath.Including me.I stood at the back, fingers curled into my simple white dress. I wasn’t meant to be here. Daughters of disgraced Betas didn’t get fairy-tale endings. My father’s demotion still whispered through the pack like a disease.But fate doesn’t ask permission.It strikes.The moment Kael stepped forward into the moonlight, something inside me snapped awake.A violent, breathtaking pull slammed into my chest.My wolf surged forward, howling in recognition.Mate.The word echoed through my bones.My knees weakened. The scent hit me next, cedarwood, smoke, and rain. It wrapped around me like a living thing. Every instinct in my body

The forest was alive. Not just with the usual rustle of leaves or the whispers of the wind but with something older, something that recognized me. Every step I took seemed to echo in the undergrowth, every breath I drew pulled the night closer, tighter, like the moon itself had leaned down to watch me.My wolf, once timid and fearful after Kael’s rejection, had grown fierce. It thrummed in my veins, claws unsheathed in my mind, teeth bared in invisible snarls. My heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the forest. I could smell everything: the damp soil, the iron tang of my own blood, the distant howl of other wolves. But there was something new. Something intoxicating.It was me.My scent had shifted. No longer the scent of a rejected daughter of a fallen Beta. It was stronger, darker, commanding. It carried power and bloodline in every molecule. If any Alpha or predator crossed my path now, they would know exactly what they faced.I stumbled into

Far beyond the forests where Aurelia trembled beneath the full moon, in a palace carved from black stone and silver, Lycan King Lucian Viremont sat upon his throne. The air in the war chamber was thick with tension, generals and advisors murmured, reports of skirmishes and border breaches piled on every desk but Lucian did not move.A scent drifted to him, subtle at first, like a whisper carried by the wind across miles of forest and river. Then stronger. A pulse, steady and commanding, stirring something deep in his chest. It was royal blood.Not just any blood. Ancient. Unbroken. The Viremont line. Thought extinct.Lucian inhaled, letting the scent wrap around his senses like silk and iron. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, growling softly in recognition, its golden eyes flickering behind his own. This blood, it was hers.The girl he thought, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. She dares to awaken.His advisors shuffled n

The forest was alive. Every rustle, every shadow, every scent carried warning and opportunity. My bare feet sank into the frost-hardened earth as I stumbled forward, silver mark glowing faintly on my wrist. The rogue wolves had sensed me the moment I stepped beyond the boundaries of the Nightfang Pack. I had expected fangs, snarls, and the taste of blood in my mouth.What I didn’t expect was reverence.A low growl rumbled from the first wolf that emerged from the mist. His coat was dark as midnight, eyes glowing amber, teeth bared. My wolf pressed against mine in warning, claws flexing, ready to fight.The rogue lunged.Instinct screamed. I tensed, ready to dodge, ready to fight, ready to survive.And then it stopped.Its paws sank to the ground. Its fangs stayed bared but the growl faded, replaced with a low whine of acknowledgment.I blinked, confused, heart hammering.One by one, the others emerged. Each stronger, larg

The forest held its breath.Most powerful men reacted badly to defiance.His temper would have exploded the moment I challenged his authority.But Lucian didn’t look angry.If anything, he looked… intrigued.“You misunderstand,” he said quietly.His deep voice carried a strange weight, as if the forest itself listened when he spoke.“I do not claim people as possessions.”My arms crossed instinctively.“Then you should stop saying things like ‘you are mine.’”A faint smile ghosted across his lips.Lucian stepped closer, moonlight sliding across the sharp lines of his face.The air between us felt heavy with something I couldn’t explain.“You are mine,” he repeated calmly, “because protecting you is now my responsibility.”My brows furrowed.“I didn’t ask for protection.”