Novel & Cerita Rejected By My Mate Claimed By The Lycan King

I walked through the ballroom with Theo at my side, the weight of a hundred stares pressing against my skin like phantom hands. The air felt different now—charged with speculation, curiosity, and in some corners, unmistakable hostility. Word had spread through the gathering like wildfire: the Lycan King's mate was a werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but one who had rejected her first mate bond. The whispers followed us like trailing smoke, but Theo's steady presence beside me kept me anchored against the rising tide of political implications neither of us had fully considered when he'd declared me his mate before Benjamin.

The room erupted in chaos as the other lycans rose to their feet, their faces contorted in anger and confusion. I knelt before him, hands clasped in a desperate plea. “Forgive me, sire. It’s my fault. I’ll instantly reject you. I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Ethan, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Ethan struck me. “How dare you reject me, you foolish creature!” he growled. Another stinging slap landed on my face, forcing me onto the hard stone floor. “How does a lowly nobody like you dare to reject me?!”

“You can’t just take her away from me.” Cerelia flinches at his choice of words. I don’t look away from him. “She is not an object. She’s not something to be passed from Alpha to Alpha like territory. I am not asking. The bond between us is very real and very permanent.” A pause. Then Hilda speaks, quiet and razor-sharp. “He sees me. That’s more than I can say for any of you.” Soren’s face goes blank. I step forward, invoking the formal words, even if I want to growl them instead. “As Alpha King, I claim my right to remove my mate from an unfit pack. If any wish to contest my claim, speak now.”

I swear to the Moon Goddess—or whoever had cursed me into becoming a slave to this bond—I was nice. I had tried. I had restrained myself. I had tolerated her disrespect. I had tolerated her slaps. I had tolerated her insults. And now she dared reject me? Me? The Lycan King. The strongest being. The male wolves feared. The one entire kingdoms bowed before. The mate I had waited decades for had looked me in the eye and rejected me as though I were nothing. As though I were beneath her. As though I was some inconvenience she could simply throw away.

"Alaric, get up. Please get up. PLEASE..." "No..." I sniffled. "No, you promised. You promised you would protect me. You promised..." I refused to believe that he was gone as the bond went silent. "ALARIC!" I screamed with everything I had, my voice breaking. "NO! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" "He's gone," Viktor said coldly. "The Lycan King is dead. Long live the new era." "I'll kill you," I sobbed, still fighting even as the sedative dragged me down. "I'll kill all of you. I'll rip you apart..."

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

For a second, just a second, there is a shimmer under my skin, faint and silver, and then it’s gone so fast I think I imagined it. I’m tired. I’m imagining things. I get up and start walking back. ♦︎ The weeks that follow are the greyest of my life. The pack talks. They always talk, but now they have material. The Lycan King rejected the curse-born at the Mating Ceremony not even a real rejection, they say, because you can only be properly rejected by a mate who considers you worth rejecting, and clearly, I was not. My aunt’s satisfaction is quiet and thorough. She doesn’t say anything outright. She doesn’t have to.

Like It really hurt. “You think I would fake something like this?” “I think powerful people always get what they want.” His jaw tightened. “You don’t know me.” The words almost made me laugh. If only he knew. “Maybe not in this life.” The moment those words left my mouth, his eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?” I looked away quickly. I had said too much. “I cannot accept you.” Silence filled the garden. The Lycan King looked at me. “You are rejecting your mate?”

Lucien had the door open before she could ask how he'd unlocked it. She didn't get in. "One more thing," she said. "Before I cross whatever line getting in that car represents." He stopped on the driver's side. Looked at her across the roof. "You said my bloodline outranks every living Lycan." She kept her voice level. "You said the Old Court wants it to legitimise their revival." She held his gaze. "You are Lycan. You came looking for me before the Old Court got here. You found me first." She let that sit for exactly one second. "Why does the Lycan King want me, Lucien? What does your court get out of this?"

As the darkness of his gaze swallowed me whole, I realized that the girl who was rejected by the pack was about to become the woman who rules them all. Liam didn't just throw away a mutt; he threw away a queen. The Lycan King’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a possessive hunger that told me he was never letting go. "Mine," he whispered. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I believed it.