Novel & Cerita Rejected By My Alpha Wanted By The Lycan King

He demanded icily. My heart skips a bit, cause I expected a rejection. “I'm off to the part then" He added , glaring at me for the last time he left and Lora and Dante were glaring at me. “What have you done, why was the Lycan king on your case, suddenly?" Dante asked , looking all pissed. “Guess she's trying to sell her self off , after your rejection. Slut!" She said spitefully. I only glare at her and scoff. ~~ Everyone was having the best moments of their life at the party, he has successfully recite the engagement vow and they seems all lovey dovey along with the other alpha.

I felt something settle in my chest at the name, not the sharp ache it might have produced two months ago but something quieter, more distant, the particular feeling of hearing about a life you used to live rather than one you were currently living. "Go on," I said. Torin looked uncertain, glancing briefly at Rowan before continuing. "The Alpha has learned the truth of what happened before the mate ceremony," he said. "The manipulation. The false information provided by Selene Ashwood." He paused. "He wishes to convey his deepest regret and asks whether he might send a formal apology, or whether such a thing would be unwelcome." I was quiet for a moment. "He sent you all this way to ask if h

And in that moment, I made a choice that shattered both our worlds. "I don't have time for all this. I'm the Alpha King, and I can't afford to have an Omega as the queen. I, Marcus Danielson, Alpha King, reject you as my mate," I declared, my voice colder than I intended. The pain in her eyes, the single tear that fell, tore at my heart. I turned to walk away, the weight of my duty heavy upon me. But as I took those steps, guilt gnawed at my conscience. I couldn't leave her completely defenseless, vulnerable to the harsh realities of our world.

He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack. She must be removed. For the good of the realm. —Liora Ashbourne. The scroll crackled as he clenched it tighter in his fist. His golden eyes were filled with anger —not the wild rage he’d shown when he ran a blade through Lord Darrow, but something colder. Deeper an

I watched her face, waited for the words to settle. “The Lycan King of all people,” I sneered, “a man who could summon packs upon packs, who could shake kingdoms with a single word, and what did he do? He gathered you like some maid, said a few dry words, and called it a day. No grand celebration. No Alpha delegations. Just you and a handful of wolves who couldn’t care less. That should tell you everything.” Her eyes flickered. It was quick, almost nothing. But I saw it.

“That’s the Lycan King?” Dahlia’s face was pressed against my window pane as she looked out towards the procession being held for the Lycan King. He'd been in our pack for two days now, and it was easy to say that I had been avoiding him. I kept waiting for him to make a big scene and accuse my parents for their deceit or reject me and order for Dahlia to be made his, but he didn't. My head hung between my legs as my fears threatened to kill me. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked as she rubbed slow circles around my back.

I’m caught between shock at Arlo’s declaration that he’d be making me his Luna soon and the vitriol Rolf suddenly seems to have toward me. I knew nobody was singing for joy when I came out of my coma, but to actively wish I’d died seemed a little harsh. “Is Damon whispering into Soren’s ear? Why does he want to challenge the king?” Rolf grimaces, stopping himself just in time before he spits more poison at me. “We follow our Alpha’s commands, we don’t question them. If you ask Damon though, he’ll tell anyone who wants to listen that Alpha Soren wants to have his bread buttered on both sides. He’s convinced you’re the prize we’ll be made to fight for.”

He loomed over the kneeling Alpha like a shadow from the mountains, his golden eyes narrowing until they looked like two slits of cold, unblinking fire. Garrick froze instantly, the raw, crushing power of the Lycan King pinning him flat against the cobblestones. He looked up, the bravado completely draining out of him, his breath catching in his throat as he finally realized exactly how small, how helpless, and how utterly pathetic he truly was in the north. "You've said more than enough, boy," Cassian rumbled.

“And who is this mate of yours? How dare you lead rogues past my border without going through the officially recognized method of stepping into a pack? I heard that your father crowned you as his alpha. Is this the behavior from you, an alpha?” I asked as I stared at him, my gaze not faltering as I did. I didn’t know what made me abhor it the most—the fact that he had dared come here to request for Bella or the fact that I didn’t want her to go, not even a step away. “That's one heck of a lecture you have just provided me with, alright, Lycan King,” he whispered, staring at me as though I had done something wrong before his eyes. I could see the mocking glint in his eyes to know that he didn

I whimpered, head bowed, and tried my best to explain the situation. My heart broke further when the man inside the room, the Lycan king, the man my wolf keeps calling mate, just watches the beta grab my arm, and start leading me down the dark hallway. “Please I didn't do anything,” I cried and tried to jerk my arm out of the betas tight grip before swinging my hurt gaze towards the lycan king. “Are you just going to stand there and allow this?” I snarled, not wanting to believe my mate was rejecting me without saying the words.