First-Person POV Werewolf Web Novels & Lycan Reject Stories

I was just a rogue thief trying to save my dying sister. I didn't expect to break into the penthouse of the Lycan CEO, Damien Thorne. I didn't expect him to catch me. And I certainly didn't expect him to be my fated mate. When his wolf recognizes my scent, he doesn't claim me—he brutally rejects me. Now, I'm trapped in his mansion as his personal maid, forced to scrub floors while he parades my evil stepsister on his arm. He thinks I'm a jealous, gold-digging criminal. He believes every lie she tells him. But Damien doesn't know the truth about my past. He doesn't know I possess a rare power that his feral wolf desperately needs to survive. And he has no idea that when my true identity is finally revealed, he will be the one begging on his knees to win me back.

BLURB: She was born on the night her mother died and they never let her forget it. For eighteen years, Ivory Ashwood has lived in the margins of her father's pack—unwanted, unshifted, and hiding violet eyes behind contacts because the last time someone saw their real color, they called her cursed and meant it. She has learned to be invisible. She has learned that surviving and living are two very different things and that she has only ever been doing one of them. On her eighteenth birthday, her father sells her to settle a debt. But the night does not go the way anyone planned because Lycan King Zion Valdris arrives at Silverstone, takes one look at Ivory across a crowded clearing, and feels three years of constant pain vanish from his chest. He does not believe in coincidences so he buys her contract before midnight. Ivory has survived monsters her entire life. She is not impressed by powerful men. She is not going to fall in love with a king just because the universe says she should. But something is waking up inside her, it is older than the mate bond, older than pack law, older than the Moon Goddess herself and when it fully opens its eyes, nothing in Aeloria will ever be the same again. Least of all her.

He is the Lycan Prince. She is the werewolf he was raised to hate. And the Moon Goddess has bound them together. Rosewyn has spent her life underneath the tyrant reign of Lycans, watching her people, the werewolves suffer while the royal family grows more powerful. When she nearly kills the Lycan Prince, she is captured and dragged to the capital where Rosewyn is forced to become the breeder for the same man she tried to murder, Lucian the cold ruthless prince. She loathes him. He loathes her too. And Rosewyn has no intention of becoming his obedient mate. She has seven ways to kill him. But killing Lucian becomes complicated when the prince she was raised to despise starts becoming the only person who makes her question everything she believes about the Lycans. Because Lucian isn't the monster she expected. And the closer Rosewyn gets to him, the harder it becomes to tell whether she is plotting his death... or falling for her enemy.

I died because the Lycan King rejected me. On the night of my coming-of-age ceremony, I awakened my wolf and discovered that my fated mate was Evander Draven, the most powerful Lycan in the world. He rejected me in front of everyone. His rejection shattered my wolf, and because no one dared defy their king, I was left to suffer until my wolf finally died. Then the apocalypse came, tearing the world apart and taking my life with it. But death wasn’t the end. I woke up on the morning of my coming-of-age ceremony, back in the body I had before everything went wrong. This time, I refuse to wait for Evander to reject me. I walk straight past him and choose his twin brother, Caelan. Everyone expects Caelan to turn me away. Instead, he looks into my eyes and whispers, “So you remember.” My blood runs cold. Because I thought I was the only one who remembered my first life. And if Caelan remembers too, then everything I thought I knew about my death, and the apocalypse, may have been a lie.