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

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

I asked, and they gave each other some looks before facing me. “Should I leave?” I asked and they quickly shook their heads. “Apologies my lord” one of them said and I scoffed. “We thought, since your former mate is gone, you should try to get another mate and, since you and Miss Naomi seem close, we thought she should be your mate”, one of the elderly said and I leaned back on the chair while they waited in silence to hear my response. I don't have it in mind to make Naomi my Luna, she is just someone that satisfies my sex urge.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

The word hung between us. “You think I don’t know what it’s like? To want something you’re not supposed to? I’m the Lycan king. I shouldn't claim a banished Omega carrying another male’s child. My council would call it a weakness. My enemies would call it an opening.” I took the last step. Now we were sharing breath. “And I don’t care.” Her eyes flicked to my mouth, then away. Fast. Guilty. “He’ll come for me. For us. When he finds out I’m here. When he finds out you’re—”

“Moonstone pack denied knowing you. They refused to associate themselves with your name. It was only exiled outlaws from your pack who had revealed your identity to me" For a moment, I did not understand the words. Denied? “They said they have no Bella Popovski they wish to claim. That you are not one of theirs.” The room began to feel smaller. “No,” I whispered instinctively, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.” Kade’s gaze hardened slightly. “I did not approach them as Kade. I approached them as a representative of the Lycan kingdom.” My breath hitched. “And when they discovered that the inquiry came from the Lycan king’s territory,” he added quietly, “your father was quick to deny you.

That snapped me out of my haze. “Who are you?” I finally found the words to ask this stranger who seemed to know so much about me. “Lycan King Alec Gray.” My jaw nearly fell and hit the desk. “You, of course, are welcome to stay in Dark Moon and help me find your family. I’ll even be willing to let you accept Neal’s rejection before I kill him and spare you from feeling it.”

The air suddenly became thicker. Alpha Alaric let the silence stretch before speaking. "Vesper is a very strong she-wolf." Kyrell was growing tired of hearing that. "A union with her would secure your claim to the alpha position and solidify your chances of making strong pups." He leaned in. "You know this." "I know." Kyrell said. "Then explain to me why you returned without her." Alpha Alaric said, his calm demeanor wavering. There was no way Kyrell could tell his father the truth. That he had found his fated mate, and she turned out to be a human? His father would not care that fated mates were almost impossible for lycans to have if he found out she was just a weak human.

“We’re going to stop them from ever hurting you or your mother again, little moon.” The gates were closed when we arrived. The walls were lined with Council loyalists. Archers with silver-tipped arrows aimed at our hearts. Elder Mara’s replacement stepped forward on the wall. Elder Vex. Older than dirt and twice as cold. “Halt!” he called, voice echoing off stone. “You cannot enter, Lycan King. The Council does not recognize your mate or your pup!” Darius didn’t even slow down. “Open the gates, Vex. Or we open them for you.”

The rebel soldiers froze, horror washing over their faces as the King rose from the smoke. "Is this the army you brought to take my crown, Lucien?" Valerius roared, his muscles swelling as his partial lycan shift took hold, fangs elongating, razor claws extending from his hands, and his aura burning like a sun in the dark night. "You bring dead beasts and broken traitors because you know your own blood is too weak to face me!" Lucien’s jaw tightened in fury. "Kill him! Bring me the girl alive!" A dozen massive shadow beasts lunged at Valerius at once.

I wanted to scream that I would do anything, endure any torment, if he just wouldn't sever the bond and abandon me to the dark. "And you are going to accept my rejection and completely forget I ever existed," Fredrick continued, his voice cold and hollow, completely detached from the agony he was causing. "We can never be together. I am the Lycan King. I do not need a weak, cursed mate like you." I buried my face in my hands, my body trembling so violently I could barely stand. "Stop your crying. It is fucking irritating," he snapped, his jaw tight. "You are going to leave my pack lands the moment the rejection is finalized, and you will never set foot within my territory again, omega wolf,"