Novel & Cerita 5-time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King Free

"If she's what you want, if I was never anything to you, then have the courage to say the words. Reject me. Set me free." Vivienne's mouth curved. Alaric looked at me for a long moment, and his expression changed, and for one last, stupid, dying second I hoped. Then he spoke. "I, Alaric Thorne, Alpha King of the Lycans, reject you, Freya Callahan of Blackmoor, as my mate and my bonded." The bond tore.

And somewhere deep inside my blood. Something ancient opened its eyes. Blackness swallowed me. But the last thing I heard, before I hit the ground, was not my wolf crying. It was another voice. Low. Powerful. Not Kael’s. Not from this pack. “You dare reject what belongs to me?” As Aurelia lies unconscious beneath the full moon, her rejected bond bleeds silver across the ground and miles away, a Lycan King rises from his throne.

Alec flinched, the contempt in his eyes instantly replaced by shock. "Damien?" he repeated, his voice trembling slightly. "You mean... Lycan King Damien?" Serena let out a shrill laugh. "Elena, are you delusional?" Serena’s voice was a shrill laugh. "Why would a supreme Alpha like the Lycan King want a pack's reject?" A reject. My heart clenched. Only Alec knew that word. When we first got together, I'd hidden my true identity, pretending to be a beta cast out from her pack.

Cassian looked at me. I did not look back. Could not. Because I could feel him through the bond. Not gratitude exactly. Something more painful. Something like a hand reaching toward warmth and stopping before it got burned. Kaeron placed one fist over his chest. “Then I will speak correctly.” “Start now.” He turned toward Cassian and bowed. Not to the Heart. Not to the glowing wound. To him. “Cassian Vale. Last Lycan king. Bearer of the Heart against his will. Wronged by vow and blood.”

I smiled, cold and royal and nothing like the girl he rejected. “War begins at dawn,” I mouthed back. Because it does. For Elias. For my crown. For the five years I spent learning that ‘wolfless’ doesn’t mean ‘powerless.’ It means ‘Lycan.’ And the Lycan Queen has returned.

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.

– Lucifrom says. - I, Gary, Alpha of the Red River Pack, reject you, Lucifron, son of the general of King Boris, from the dragon's island, as my Luna and mate. From now on, cease any connection you had with the pack, of which you are no longer Luna. – Gary turns to the kings. – My kings, I request authorization to leave the table and go to the room you graciously prepared for me. - Wait. – shouts Lucifron – do you think you reject me and go away? Don't you want to hear my answer?

But the man pushed me away after his whole body froze. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and dread. Before I could do anything, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. Jasper, finally recovering from his shock, stepped forward with anger and disbelief. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded. “I am the Lycan King,” the blue-eyed man said, his voice dripping with authority and menace. “And you will show respect.”

He brought his hand up and I stopped. "You wanted your mate to be in pain, didn't you? I'll give her real pain," Kol hissed. "I, Nikolai Volkov, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, King of Mozog, reject Talia Romanoff as a member of the Rogue Pack." On cue, a scream erupted out of Talia and I caught her before she fell down on the floor. I cradled her body as she cried and crumpled in my arms in fake pain.

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the