Rejected By My Mate Claimed By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Instead, he seemed completely unconcerned. He stood up and came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Son, listen to me. One of the requirements of being a Lycan king is to have a mate," he explained. "Malory is a suitable match for you, she's one of us." I shook my head, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But I already have Clarissa," I snapped. "I love her." "Clarissa is not one of us," my father said firmly. "She can never be your mate."

"I shouldn't have rejected you, I shouldn't have failed the Moon Goddess' arrangement. You are my mate, the only mate the moon goddess has granted. I can feel the mate bond between us. " "Please forgive my previous offense, and please take back the punishment for the rosebud pack. I am willing to apologize to you in front of all the werewolves. I want to marry you and become your wife." The Lycan King's expression was complicated. He seemed briefly touched, but when he glanced at My wrist and thought of the servant reporting to him that I had slit my wrists to show my determination to be with Daniel, his expression returned to indifference once again. "It's ridiculous. Someone rejected me at

I tossed it at him hard before he could dodge it. What a shallow minded moron. He shifted far from me, then he smoothen his shirt. The rod landed on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to do that, guy. Your words aren’t just helping the situation.” I apologized. “Huhm….it’s fine, I understand how you’re feeling right now. So what are you gonna do with her ?” He asked. “Honestly, I can never accept her, it would be a dent on my royal crown when I become the Lycan King.” I responded.

"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—"

It was as if our souls recognized each other, longing to merge into one. As silence enveloped us, I struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Mate. The word held a weight I couldn't ignore. I knew that accepting this bond would plunge me into a world of uncertainty and danger, but I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. In that moment, I surrendered to the unspoken promise and the unbreakable bond that united us. I knew that my life would never be the same again. The Lycan King sees me as his mate, remaining to claim me. And I would embrace the destiny that awaited us, braving the challenges and embracing the passion that came with our connection.

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.

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!”

the Lycan king said as he headed to where my mum was. He dragged her by her hair to where my father was. "Mummy!!" My sister and I shouted at the same time. I rushed to save my mother but was halted by the Lycan king. "Don't you take another step or else.." he said. "Olivia, don't come please. Stay back.." my mother cried. "I want you to feel the pains that I felt when you raped my mate to death.." he said as he tore my mom's dress open in front of the whole pack.

He is a Lycan Prince after all so I did not expect any less. " Do you have a mate?" Cross asked, making me tense for a moment. I shook my head. "No, and yes." I answered and I saw the confusion plastered on his face making me smile. " I have a mate but he rejected me. He said I am not worthy. So he rejected me but I didn't accept the rejection I am planning on putting an end to the bond soon by accepting the rejection." I replied. " Whoever your mate is, I must say he's stupid."

He leaned back into his chair and had a small smile playing on his lips, “Ask him to take a chosen mate so that we all can meet him and discuss our problems openly.” I gazed at the fuc*ker and brought several lines on my forehead, “We all are representing Lycan King here. The king is not supposed to meet every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” His sons seemed offended but chose to stay quiet. Smart move. I usually prefer not to attend such meetings but today I was curious to see if Lola was doing fine. She never tried to deny the attraction between us but her hunger for power made her reject me. Her loss. The poor woman rejected a Lycan King.