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

"I have nothing left. Except him." The guardian didn't respond. I crawled forward, each movement agony. "I know I'm not special. I know I don't belong here. But if there's a chance, any chance at all that the king can help Dorian, then let me try." The guardian looked toward the mountain. And suddenly, I heard it faint but unmistakable. A heartbeat was coming from the mountains. It echoed from within the stone like a pulse in the earth itself. He's here. The Lycan King.

[ Elena ] “I, Lycan Nikolai Duskborn, Lycan King of the Duskborn werewolf realm, reject you, Elena Rivers, as my mate…” Even though the words didn’t come exactly to me as a shock, I wouldn’t deny the way the sting of rejection hit me like a punch to the gut. The crowd around us gasped and I could hear some people snickering delightfully behind me. “Rejected. I knew it.” An unidentified girl whispered.

she said, clearing my confusion, only for a moment, before adding, “The Lycan king is your second-chance mate. Just like your first mate rejected you, the same must happen with the king too.” I blinked in total disbelief. Second-chance mate? Malric was my… mate? And he hadn’t told me? A second-chance mate was nothing short of a miracle. The goddess rarely offered such grace. I hadn’t even prayed for it. So why give it to me, only to demand I endure another rejection?

The events of the past day flooded my memory, and I plopped down on the bed in defeat. "Who brought me here?" I asked. "Damien, the Lycan King." She shrugged, and my heart stopped. It couldn't be. This had to be some sick joke from nature. Of all the people in the world to be my mate, it had to be the Lycan King. A wolf feared by all throughout the kingdom. I marvelled at how, in less than a day, I had gone from almost getting married to the love of my life to finding out he was having a child with my best friend and then almost getting killed by rogues if not for the timely appearance of my mate.

The pack elder, Alfred, stepped forward with a heavy sigh, his aged but authoritative voice carrying across the silent hall. “Since an event like this has never happened before, the young lady must undergo a series of tests to determine whether she is truly fit to become the Lycan Queen.”Matteo’s face turned stone-cold, his aura flaring with barely contained fury. “Why would my mate need to take a series of tests? She is my fated mate, chosen and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. I will only recognize her as my queen.”

Her breath caught. “Carol.” He lifted his head, voice cold and final. “I, Leonard Blackthorne, the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you as my mate and my Luna. May the Moon Goddess bear witness to your betrayal and to my heartache. We are done.”

“I assume that if you don’t have a pack anymore, you probably have nowhere to stay. How do you intend to get revenge?” I stayed silent, tongue-tied. He was right. I would need help if I wanted to achieve my goals...but I didn’t want to get involved with another man. Not after what Mike did to me. “That’s true, but you don’t even know me. If you’re the Lycan King like you claim, then I’m not sure it’s wise to bring home a stranger you met yesterday.” “You’re not a stranger,” he said smoothly. “You’re my mate.”

The word cracked like a whip. “Prince Kaelen,” said the councilor sternly. “You are blinded by this girl. It is a known danger of the fated bond. We must examine all the witnesses.” “Examine them, then.” Kaelen’s voice shook with rage. “Ask the Vale family if they ever saw my mate hurt anyone.” The councilor turned to my parents. “Lord and Lady Vale. Your daughter set fire to your own house, did she not?” My mother opened her mouth. I saw her glance at Lila. I saw the way Lila looked back, quiet and still.

When he did, his voice was low and flat, the voice of a man reciting a story he had told himself many times. "We were seventeen. My father had taken us to the summer palace on the coast, away from the court. It was a quiet week. She was teaching Dorian to waltz. He kept stepping on her feet." His mouth moved in something that was almost a smile. "That night, I had my first shift. The Lycan shift is not like a wolf's. It comes late and it comes violently, and nobody tells you how much it hurts. I remember being in my room in terrible pain. I remember a noise downstairs. After that, I remember nothing." "Nothing?"

His grasp was strong and I saw his thick veins popping out of his skin as he tried lifting me up from the floor and I began to struggle against his fist. “Pleaseeeee…” I tried to beg but it seemed I had already passed my boundary. He was never going to forgive me, not forever. “I'll end your life today and you'll be served as meat as a gift for my coronation,” he stated with so much effrontery that I gave in to his words. Maybe, it would be better if I just died. Maybe, I could finally find peace by joining my dead parents in the afterlife. His chamber’s door was suddenly thrown open and a slave ran in. “Sir, the Lycan Prince just arrived-” He paused, noticing the tense atmosphere and quickl