Romans & histoires Rejected By The Alpha Claimed By The Lycan King Althea

Then the most powerful Lycan in the world went down on one knee in the dirt, in front of a bald old human with a broom. "I am sorry, Elder. I cannot say it any better. I am sorry." The whole courtyard held its breath. Old Mr. Tom stared at him for a very long time. "Get up," he said at last, gruffly. "You are embarrassing the children." Kael rose. "I do not forgive you," Tom said. "Not today. But I will take the grain." He turned and pointed his broom at the soldiers. "And you lot! Stop gawking and help with the carts! We have babies out here!"

Alessia said walking up to a lycan after dropping her sword to the fate of the bloody ground. “Even now Alessia, you know the laws. You are fully aware how this works. DEFEAT THE ALPHA AND YOU BECOME THE ALPHA, DEFEAT THE KING AND THEN YOU’LL BECOME THE KING.” the lycan replied walking to meet Alessia. “Anyways you know that I can’t even stop this, even if I wanted to. I may be their alpha and they take orders from me but Cassius is my alpha and I take orders from him.” he added charging straight for Alessia with full claws.

"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."

However, fate had a different plan in store for her. As the dreaded lycan prince, Adrian Caleb, arrived at the pack estate, Alessia's life took an unexpected turn. Adrian was captivated by her beauty and spirit, and he took her away from the pack to be his personal maid and live with him. Alessia, although initially hesitant, found solace in Adrian's presence. With time, their bond deepened, and Adrian realized that Alessia was the girl he had been waiting for to assume the throne as the Alpha King.

"And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…"

Exhaling, I placed my back against the cold wall, practicing breathing exercises to calm my raging nerves. What in heaven's name is the moon goddess up to? She gave me two mates who rejected me without having a second thought only to hand me over to the third one who had refused to reject me. From what I heard, he is the Lycan King. Why will the Lycan King accept an Omega when what he needs is a female Alpha to rule by his side. Wait! Pushing my hand forward with my head tilted to the side, I tried to speak but I couldn't piece together the puzzle in my head.

“Are you an Omega now?” “I was supposed to be,” I hesitated. “But the Lycan King, who is the Alpha of this pack, found out that I was his third-chance mate.” “Third chance?” Father asked, his eyes lighting up. “I was shocked when I heard that. Safe to say he’s my second-chance mate too,” I sighed. “But he isn’t as accessible as Damon. You know—Lycan King vibes.” He pulled my cheeks, smiling. “Yeah, I get it, love. Don’t worry. I’m here now. Nothing evil will happen to you. I’ll be your protector, even if it means laying down my life.”

There was a possessive note to his tone that shocked everyone because they all knew how her treatment is. The crowd erupted in whispers, while Diane and her mother stood ashamed. How could he? Diane couldn’t believe her Alpha and mate, is publicly rejecting her by declaring this. “She is my luna!” he roared, stepping further, ready to risk everything to get her back. Kataleya gaped at him in disbelief. She could not believe her eyes. After all these years of pitting her into cold, painful suffering, she could almost see him begging for her back. “Please, do not take her away from me,” Her worst fears were realized, and subconsciously she clutched onto the Lycan King’s chest.

"This is Silverclaw territory. You're a long way from the snow." The man took a step forward. The air around him grew heavy. "I am Lycian," he said. "Alpha of the North." "And I am hunting anomalies." He looked at her left eye. "Like you." Arielle’s heart hammered against her ribs. Lycian. The Wolf King. The only Alpha who refused to bow to the Inquisition. Rumors said he killed his own father to take the throne. He was a monster. But right now, a monster was exactly what she needed.

Cressida shrieked, covering her ears, while the surrounding lords winced in horror. I leaned down, my face inches from Alaric’s tear-stained eyes, my grip on the sword hilt unyielding. "You broke your fated vow the moment you placed your blade against my throat," I whispered, my silver eyes burning with an icy, unholy light. "You are not an Alpha, Alaric. You are a parasite who thought he could buy power with my blood." I twisted the blade slightly, making him howl in agony, before pulling it free in one smooth motion. I wiped the blood off the steel using the silk sash of his future Alpha uniform.