Rejected By My Mate Claimed By The Lycan King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Pain shot through my skull, exploding behind my eyes. “I, Lycan King Abraham,” he growled, his breath hot against my face, “reject you, human slave, as my mate. And banned from accepting the rejection!”

He tossed me away as though I was nothing but a rag that needed to be disposed. "Why would you say that?" I asked walking after him. He paused, "Why are you still here?" He asked. I took in a deep breath as I replied him, "I followed the scent, I mean the mate bond than I found out that you're my mate." He shook his head, "You must be delusional if you think that I the Lycan King will willingly acknowledge you." I wasn't wrong, he would never accept me.

She continued and I snorted. Going towards the sound, I met three girls laughing but the laughter was wiped away from their faces when they saw me. "What are you talking about?” They looked at each other and then back at me, unsure if they wanted to talk but one glare and they told me what I needed to know. "We s-saw t-the Lycan King's mate in the restroom and we think she's beautiful.” One of them replied. Jager growled, "of course she is, and she's ours.”

“I, Esme Meadows, reject you as my mate!” At her heated words of rejection, a tense silence enveloped the whole yard. No one, not even the wind made a single noise. Esme tensed, expecting the pain of the rejection to swamp her body but nothing came. Then the king laughed. A soft mocking laugh. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” He said mirthlessly as he knelt before her. “The rejection will never work.” “Why?!” “Because, my dear Esme, lycans mate for life. And even if they didn’t, I wouldn’t accept your rejection anyways.”

Ginne** He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze never leaving my face. “Pathetic,” he said, voice drenched in contempt as he began to take off his clothes, “a feeble human could never be my mate.” I watched as confusion took hold over me, my breath hitching as he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor. His boxers followed, and his erection sprang free, thick and veined. Mate? The word rang through me like a prophecy and a curse. It made no sense—Lycans and humans could never become fated mates in Bleeding Rose Country. It was forbidden… There was no way something as absurd as this could ever happen.

She left, shooting me one last confused glance. The door clicked shut. “You are such a—” I began, rage bubbling up. “Stop,” Simon snapped, his tone like ice. “Just stop.” I froze.“You don’t really expect me to mate someone who hasn’t even shifted yet, do you?” he asked, his words slicing deep. “How would that look to the pack? A Luna who can’t even access her wolf? You might be cursed for all I know.” “Simon…” I gasped, my vision swimming.

"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?"

I didn't care about anything except the invisible line ahead of me, the one that marked the edge of Nightshade territory. Five. Six. Seven. If I crossed it, I would be free. Not safe. Never safe. But free. No one could legally retrieve me from unclaimed wilderness. The pack laws were old and strict, and even Dr. Crane couldn't violate them without consequence. Eight. Nine. My arms gave out. I collapsed face-first into the dirt, my cheek pressed against something sharp and cold. A rock. I should move. I should get up. But my body refused. "You're pathetic," I muttered into the dirt. "You survived the end of the world and you can't even crawl a mile?"

“You've spent two years in prison. Perhaps you've forgotten how our society works.” “I remember enough to know you're avoiding my question.” Her smile faded. “You think spending one afternoon at Ravenscroft makes you his future wife?” “No. But if you're so certain he'll marry you, why are you standing here arguing with me?” “Because you're making a fool of yourself.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Even if his wolf has chosen you, the royal court will never recognize a convicted murderer as the prince's mate.” I gripped the strap of my bag. Lucian had told me about the bond only yesterday, and I hadn't mentioned it to anyone.

Kaedrin called calmly, and I involuntarily looked up, meeting his eyes. “I do not accept your rejection,” he said coldly. A shiver ran down my spine. My wolf felt contented, knowing our mate was not as crazy as I was doing things without thinking. “I reject your rejection, Nysera,” Vaeric said as well, frowning. I grimaced. A part of me was pissed they weren’t rejecting me. Another part was somewhat happy that they weren’t willing to let me go. My emotions were jumbled. I guess this was what I got for being mated to the infamous Lycan Kings.