Rejected By My Alpha Wanted By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I could hear the powerful, racing heartbeat of his Lycan heart against my ear. “Let me go…” I managed to mumble, my voice broken by the fever that was beginning to consume me, forcing my pride to remain standing. “I’m not a spy… The Alpha of Silver Moon rejected me… I left.” Lawrence stared at me, his gray eyes shining with a haze of doubt and a strange possessive intensity as he assessed the weight of my hips and the softness of my body in his arms. But the King of Blood Moon was not a man who allowed himself to be ruled by compassion. To him, a stranger on his border was an immediate threat.

*you will regret it, be sure of it* Druk said, before taking a break from silence, watching the place from afar Demian had no desire to speak in the first place, Xavier made his decision, and no one would be able to dissuade him. “Is there something you want from me, why did you ask me to come here?” Astraea said with a bewilderment, after she could not understand why he brought her to the temple, in front of the statue of the gods He closed his eyes for the last time, before approaching her, looking into her eyes and in a moment he was saying "I am the Alpha Xavier, King of the Werewolves. I refuse Astraea Florin as a mate destined for me by the gods."

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."

I shifted back a little, trying to piece together what was going on. "You slapped the Lycan king?" Alpha Jackson asked. He looked somewhat disappointed in me. "Why don't you ask him what he did?" I fired, facing the man. I didn't know he was the Lycan king but that didn't make what he did right. "What did I do?" He asked daringly. I looked unbelievably at him as he tried to deny my claims. His eyes turned golden yellow, as though daring me to speak up. His aura sent chills down my spine and for some time, I lost my voice. He seemed so dangerous. I felt if he looked at me for another minute, I would drop dead.

“Are you an Omega now?” “I was supposed to be,” I hesitated. “But the Lycan King, who is the Alpha of this pack, found out that I was his third-chance mate.” “Third chance?” Father asked, his eyes lighting up. “I was shocked when I heard that. Safe to say he’s my second-chance mate too,” I sighed. “But he isn’t as accessible as Damon. You know—Lycan King vibes.” He pulled my cheeks, smiling. “Yeah, I get it, love. Don’t worry. I’m here now. Nothing evil will happen to you. I’ll be your protector, even if it means laying down my life.”

"I, Leah Steen of the Lycan King's Pack, reject you, Lucas Lavoie of Kingfisher Pack." The words hung between us, heavy and final. His eyes widened, shock breaking through his mask. He stepped closer, crowding me against the wall, his hands slamming against the wood on either side of my head. "What did you say?" he growled, his voice low, almost a snarl. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze without flinching. "You've heard me. I reject you. I want a divorce." His breath hitched, his hands trembling where they pressed against the wall. For a moment, I thought he might break - might shout, might strike, might do something to prove he was still the Alpha, still in control.

"And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…"

"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—"

An exceptionally handsome man in his late thirties was standing in the living room, his cold amber eyes, sharp jawline, and aloof look on his face rendered me speechless. Handsome? Check! Rich? Check! And my mate was the Alpha King! “There’s not a chance in hell that he will accept me as his mate!” I swiftly compared him with Brandon and prepared myself for a brutal rejection. Or lycans had the tradition to kill weak mates? After all, their bloodlust was renowned in the entire world. King’s overall classy appearance forced me to submit. Just like my parents, I bared my neck in submission. “Greetings, Your Majesty!”

"You deserve a true mate. One of noble blood. Not this...thing." His grip tightened on her waist. “I, Alpha King Kael Draven of the Moonstone Pack, reject you, Lyra Blackthorn, as my mate," Kael declared, his voice booming through the hall so that all could hear it. "This disgrace is not my mate. She is nothing." My chest caved inward. It felt like a physical tearing, as if invisible claws ripped down my soul. The rejection slammed into me, sucking the air from my lungs. My knees buckled, pain searing through my heart, my veins, my very bones.