Rejected By My Alpha Wanted By The Lycan King の小説・ストーリー

I saw the restraint in him, the way he held himself back from touching me, from pulling me closer. Would I fall for him if he reached out? Last night, I was sure I’d been screaming his name—not Damien’s. Maybe if the bond was gone, I could finally be free. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words. But just before he spoke, I stopped him. “No one can know about this.” He nodded once, finally meeting my gaze again. The sadness in his eyes was unmistakable, heavy, unspoken. “I, Joel,” he said firmly, “next Alpha King of Theandor, son of Arial… reject you, Scarlet Underwood, as my mate.”

"You don't have to..." He shook her off. His eyes met mine again and something flickered there. Pain? Regret? But it was gone so fast I might have imagined it. Then his face became a mask. Cold. Emotionless. The face of an Alpha about to make a hard decision. "I, Damon Blackwood, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack..." His voice rang out clear and strong across the silent ballroom. No. Please no. "...reject you, Aurora Sinclair, as my mate and future Luna."

“Pretty. Convenient. Wrong.” The hearth fire snapped orange. Normal. Listening. “In human memory, Amara was a rebel queen before she was a bride. The Lycan king did not rescue her. She rescued half his border towns from the First Alpha’s raids before he decided she was either a threat or an answer.” Cassian’s eyes moved to the carving. I watched him from the corner of my eye. “Did you know that version?” I asked quietly. His jaw tightened. “Parts.” Althea continued.

I smiled, staring into Elsa's eyes as I cleaned her tears stained cheeks with my thumb. I kept my gaze on her for a few seconds before removing my hands from her face and placing it behind me. "Alpha Ryder is no ordinary alpha," I continued. "As you know, he is the Lycan King, the youngest ever known. Now he taking Aria, the mate that I rejected, would create the image to others that Aria worth more than she is. And people would see my rejection as nothing more than a reckless decision--" "And that would only create an image of incompetence to every other pack," Elsa muttered as she completed my statement. She had finally caught on to what I was saying.

And then, to her shock, the king spoke. "Very well," he said, his voice resigned. "If my son does not want this new member in our pack, then she shall be rejected."He stated , Obligated to his son. Amelia's heart shattered as the king's words sank in. She had been so close to achieving her dream, and now it was all slipping away. The wavoon pack watched in silence as Amelia turned and ran, tears streaming down her face. She had been rejected by the lycan king, and her heart was broken.

He made sure I ate, that I rested, that no one approached with ill intent. And of course, the rumors didn’t take long to surface. “They say the Alpha is in love with her,” I overheard one afternoon between two cooks. “That he cares for her pups as if they were his own.” I walked away before I heard more. I couldn’t allow myself to think about that. Not now, not after everything that had happened. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to anyone. Besides, I highly doubted that a Lycan King would be interested in a woman carrying another man’s children who had been rejected twice.

Mikalya raised a question and I knew that she was referring to me. “Eighteen”. I respond calmly. “And you can’t build your own pack??”. Mikalya fired me questions that made my wolf swell in anger. I swallowed hard, clenching my fist against the spoon as I tried to control my wolf. “I don’t “. I respond, without averting my gaze from the plate. “Don’t you have a mate?”. She asked and I wondered what she means by that. “And your father?”. Mikayla asked again even before I could respond to her previous question.

“That girl! She already agreed with me on this! Why does she not want to continue?” ”She… she wants to be mated with Clyde, Alpha.” I looked down, pain striking at the rejection I just got. “The Beta’s son?” I nodded. “Hmm. He will make a fine Alpha someday.” Lydia whimpered at the approval of our alpha for my mate’s chosen union. “But we have to continue with the marriage or the lycans will not honor our pact and declare war on us!” My eyes widened. “W-we will be defeated, Alpha.” ”Their forces are far too strong and too many for us to win. Even without their numbers, they have the strongest soldiers. Even the lycan prince can take more than half of us alone.”

Not a wound. A snap. Silent. Final. As if some thread inside me had been cut. I clutched my chest. And I felt it— not love, not longing. Loss. Kade’s wolf. Not in heat, but in rage and grief. It made no sense. He had chosen me. Rejected her. That cursed girl should’ve been dead by now. But the unease in my chest wouldn’t fade. I dressed quickly — no silks, just temple robes — and stormed through the moonlit halls of the Alpha estate.

Elara smiled as she assessed me critically. “I don't want to be a puppet of fate or the gods. I didn't ask for any of this, I want to be free!” I clenched my fists with determination. “Not even the Alpha deserves this fate.” “Indeed?” There was weight in her words. “Don't be deceived by the games of seduction, Sophie. The Lycan King is a cunning wolf who plays dirty to get what he wants!” “Do you have a history with him?” I observed, curious.