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

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" I blinked at him, not knowing how to take the news. I guess that explained the weird sensations I felt whenever he spoke, looked at me, or touched me. "I do not want a mate, much less one that looks like she can open her legs that easily…" What?! He was indirectly calling me a whore. I wasn't a whore; I was a virgin until last night. The bloodstains on the sheets should prove that. "Excuse m—" "I, London Knight, Alpha King, and Lycan Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby reject you—"

he smiles widely. I suck in a breath and know what I must do, before I feel anything more from this bond, “I Prince Liam James of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you Seth Campbell, Warrior of the Lycan Kingdom as my fated mate and accept all the pain of this rejection.” NOW ACCEPT IT SETH.”

He said indifferently, a slight curiosity to his eyes. "It was not my intention to be intimate with you... I was... not in the right state of mind," I said meekly. If I had guessed correctly I am speaking to the eldest son of the Lycan King, and he is rumored to have killed his mate for being unable to bear a child. No one knows exactly what happened, but I believe he had also rejected his first mate. Dana whimpers in my head at the thought of being rejected by our mate. Given the circumstances, I would gladly accept his rejection if it means escaping death in his hands.

Then I looked at her with deadly coldness before speaking in a serious voice that everyone heard clearly "I, Alexander Morganth, King of the Lycans..." I paused for a few short seconds before continuing "I reject you as my mate, Maria."

"The sample reacted the moment I tried to seal it. It should never do that. I have never seen blood behave this way in thirty years of practice." Kael crouched to examine the shards without touching them, his expression unreadable. "Explain what you mean by behave." "It moved, my lord. On its own. Like it was alive." She looked at me now, and there was something close to fear in her eyes, though not the kind aimed at an enemy. It was the fear people reserve for something they do not understand. "My lord, I believe her bloodline is not merely rare. I believe it may be one the old texts warned us about, the kind meant to produce wolves capable of standing against Alphas and Lycan emperors both

The room erupted in chaos as the other lycans rose to their feet, their faces contorted in anger and confusion. I knelt before him, hands clasped in a desperate plea. “Forgive me, sire. It’s my fault. I’ll instantly reject you. I, Crystal Meka, slave of Alpha King Elyon, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Elyon, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Elyon struck me. “How dare you reject me, you foolish creature!” he growled. Another stinging slap landed on my face, forcing me onto the hard stone floor. “How does a lowly nobody like you dare to reject me?!”

"Give me a name right now!" Vance flinched, the red imprint of my fingers burning against his pale skin. He looked up at me, his eyes totally unhinged. "Cassian Volkov!" he screamed. "The Lycan King!" The name hit me like a physical blow. I let go of his shirt and stumbled back a step, the breath completely knocked out of me. "Cassian? Why would the Lycan King be in our woods? Why would a ruler like him care about a human outcast?"

he says, “Come, forward.” Omari goes first, “I renounce my place as Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, and submit to the Lycan of the ancient blood lines, Alpha Kael of the Cantara Pack.” Kael cuts his palm open, and he spills droplets of blood on the rock. “I promise to be loyal and to defend the pack at all costs.” Alicia goes next and every other pack member, they had always viewed me as the least in the pack, so I came last.

His face burned crimson, claws scraping the table, though he held onto the scraps of formal decorum. “Your Majesty, you are the King of Vargravia,” he pressed. “Shouldn’t a lycan king support the alphas beneath him?” “A lycan king preserves balance between werewolf packs and protects the stability of the continent,” I answered flatly. “My job is not to pamper incompetent leaders.” The room tightened instantly. My soldiers drew their blades in unison, waiting only for my command to remove Darien’s head from his shoulders. The alpha let out a long, controlled exhale. Frustration and desperation warred across his face.

The alliance contract, the one that I took years ago and gave to Kaiven. Below it lay another document. One I knew straight away. A marriage contract. My hands began to shake as I read the front page. Lucerian Veyth. The Lycan King. The exact same guy that I was supposed to marry before I left. The same man that I embarrassed in front of everyone. The same man, to whom I had betrayed myself. There was a hush in the room. I raised my gaze to my father. Then my mother. Neither looked away.