Reborn & Rejected, The Lycan King's Secret Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

[Sylvia's POV]I was staring at the mirror, suffocating in a dull, pastel pink dress that made me look like an obedient nun.Little did I know, twenty minutes later, that same modest dress would be soaked entirely in my own black, poisoned blood.Pink was always my future mate Carl's choice. 'Ladies shouldn't draw too much attention. A true Luna is modest. You're dressing for me now.' he had said.He was the future alpha of my neighbor pack. I fell for him for 4 years. He had shifted days ago. He told me the Moon Goddess had confirmed I was his fated mate.And he promised me a grand surprise by the lake at midnight.Wanting to make him happy, wanting to be the perfect future Luna of his Demon Forest Pack, I slipped into the dull fabric, ignoring how it completely washed out my golden-brown hair and my rare amber eyes.My father, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, always said my eyes were the exact mirror of my mother's, the woman who vanished without a trace ten years ago.I sighed, gla

[Sylvia's POV]My head throbbed.I dragged a ragged breath into my lungs, expecting to choke on the stench of my own blood and wolfsbane. Instead, my nose twitched.Clean linen. Rubbing alcohol. And...motor oil?"How is she holding up, Doc?""She has a mild concussion. Keep her resting, and she should be back on her feet by tomorrow."My heart stalled in my chest. No. It couldn't be."Thanks, Dr. Johnson."Patrick!!!!!My heavy eyelids snapped open. The harsh sunlight streaming through the window blinded me for a second before my vision focused on the silhouette standing at the foot of my bed.Messy, dark brown hair. Broad shoulders. Those warm, mischievous amber eyes that were the exact mirror of my own.It was my twin brother!!! My dead twin brother."Patrick!!!" I choked out. The word tore from my dry throat like a dying sob."Hey, Via, are you—"Before he could finish, I kicked off the heavy duvet and launched myself across the mattress.My arms clamped around his neck in a vice g

[Alaric's POV]Ten Hours LaterThe dense, unnatural fog of the Silver Moon borders clung to the towering pine trees. Standing right at the entrance of the labyrinth, perched casually on a floating woven rug, was Cassie.Except, she didn't look like a middle-aged woman today. She looked no older than twenty, her fiery red hair tied back in a messy braid."You're late," she huffed, pointing a carved wooden wand at my chest. "Keeping a lady waiting? And you call yourself the Lycan King?"I narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. "You remember the time jump?"Cassie shrugged, inspecting her nails. "Nope. But I woke up drained of a massive amount of magic. I had a vision of opening a time rift to send two souls backward. Since I'm standing here waiting for a giant dog, I assume it worked. Now keep quiet and follow me."I followed her as the magic carpet glided silently over the damp earth, parting the thick fog. I studied her profile."Witches never meddle in werewolf affairs," I noted, keeping

[Sylvia's POV]The room fell dead silent.Alaric turned his head slightly, his dark brows pulling together into a dangerous, lethal frown.The moment I saw Freya's face, the phantom pain in my wrists exploded into agonizing reality.I could physically feel the cold, silver daggers piercing my skin. I could smell the burning, acrid stench of wolfsbane. I could hear her sickening, victorious giggles as she condemned me to rot in the dirt.A feral, uncontrollable rage surged through my human veins.I didn't care that my father's imposing best friend was watching us. I didn't care that my head throbbed with a concussion.I closed the distance between us in three quick strides. I raised my hand and slapped her across the face with every ounce of strength I possessed.SMACK.The sound cracked through the bedroom like a gunshot.Freya stumbled backward, her ridiculous high heels twisting beneath

[Carl's POV]"Don't be stupid," I cut her off harshly. "The Lycan King is the most powerful predator on the continent. He doesn't hide out in rural packs pretending to be a mute tutor. He resides in the Central Palace."My own logic started to calm my racing heart. It made sense. A King wouldn't be playing bodyguard to a wolfless twenty-year-old girl.Freya nodded slowly, eager to agree with me. "You're right. He's probably just a rogue. I've heard there are black-market drugs that can temporarily project a massive aura to scare off rivals. That was all just an illusion. You're the strongest Alpha heir I've ever seen, Carl."I let her sweet, flattering words wash over me, soothing the massive dent Sylvia had just left in my ego. Yes. A trick. An illusion. Alaric was just a freak with a mute mouth and a pocket full of illegal aura-enhancers.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, narrowing my eyes at the blonde clinging to my arm. "You're sure about the mate bond?"Freya hesitated