Romans & histoires Rejected By My Mate Claimed By The Lycan King

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."

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.

There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot

She scoffed, “ I won't touch her. When do you plan to return? What's taking you so long, if you haven't heard the elders are beginning to talk.” “I'll return soon, I still have some unfinished business,” I answered not willing to let her in on my current problem, “Unfinished business” she repeated, “Like what? I don't see what you could have with those backwash people… unless..” she trailed off. My hand clenched into fists, as she trailed off, “Pecan—” “She hasn't accepted you has she?” Pecan snorted, her voice high with amusement, “I can't believe it The great Lycan king Mondrian wasn't accepted by his own 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."

And somewhere deep inside my blood. Something ancient opened its eyes. Blackness swallowed me. But the last thing I heard, before I hit the ground, was not my wolf crying. It was another voice. Low. Powerful. Not Kael’s. Not from this pack. “You dare reject what belongs to me?” As Aurelia lies unconscious beneath the full moon, her rejected bond bleeds silver across the ground and miles away, a Lycan King rises from his throne.

Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. “I will not be your mistress, Lucian. If you want me, then you must accept all of me. Flaws and strengths.” The bond screamed inside me. The beast howled in protest. But I had made my choice long ago. I would not drag her into my curse. I met her gaze, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I, Lucian Blackthorn, Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, hereby accept your rejection.” The words hung in the air between us.

“Luna Isadora. You will refer to my mate with her title, and you will talk to her with respect.” My voice had gone quiet, and with the smile on my face, I knew what they were all seeing. A Lycan King. Felicity stepped forward. “And what exactly were you thinking, sending your guards to come after me like that? I am a lady! Not a ruffian like that one beside you. I do not deserve to be manhandled like that!” My gaze cut through to Erina, and my cousin moved immediately. Her hand connected with Felicity's cheek, and Felicity stumbled from the force of it.

Kate said, nodding slowly before falling silent. She wasn’t a child. She understood already, and she knew how overwhelming it could be to learn you were the Lycan King’s mate. "How long did it take him to mark them?" I asked. Kate’s eyes widened before she spoke. "It… it’s actually a sacred topic, and my knowledge is limited. But if you want me to help you, my lady, then answer me plainly...Is the Lycan King your mate?" "Yes," I said without flinching. If I turned down her help, who else could I go to?

He didn't need to. The message was clear. *She is not yours anymore.* "It is done," Sebastian said to the room. "We leave in an hour." He looked at me — just me, briefly, like a promise — and walked out with his men behind him. ****** The room exhaled. And then, because apparently this family could not go thirty seconds without reminding me of who they were, my mother raised her hand. My father caught her wrist before it landed. "Have you lost your mind, Sonia?" His voice was low and furious. "She is the Lycan King's mate. He will burn this entire territory to the ground if you touch her."