Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then Suzan continued, "My dad was the Alpha king. He married Dylan's mother first. They were living happily together until Lycans entered their lives. Dylan was only four years old when they attacked the pack. Almost everything was over at that time. My dad didn't know what to do, he tried to save his pack and his family. He was the Alpha so he could not just run away with his family. He tried his best to stop the Lycans. Lycans are the king of werewolves. They are very powerful creatures. They are born to rule the werewolves' world. At that time they did not want our dad to rule the kingdom of the north. The Lycan king tried to attack again but his sister stopped him. She told her brother t

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.

I whimpered, head bowed, and tried my best to explain the situation. My heart broke further when the man inside the room, the Lycan king, the man my wolf keeps calling mate, just watches the beta grab my arm, and start leading me down the dark hallway. “Please I didn't do anything,” I cried and tried to jerk my arm out of the betas tight grip before swinging my hurt gaze towards the lycan king. “Are you just going to stand there and allow this?” I snarled, not wanting to believe my mate was rejecting me without saying the words.

“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.”

“That’s the Lycan King?” Dahlia’s face was pressed against my window pane as she looked out towards the procession being held for the Lycan King. He'd been in our pack for two days now, and it was easy to say that I had been avoiding him. I kept waiting for him to make a big scene and accuse my parents for their deceit or reject me and order for Dahlia to be made his, but he didn't. My head hung between my legs as my fears threatened to kill me. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked as she rubbed slow circles around my back.

She hisses, alarmed at her father’s words. He shrugs her off and takes another step forward, addressing the council and elders, “Alpha Montgomery has proven himself unfit to be included in the Lycan King Selection. He has not only been absent from his pack, but he has lied to his pack and elders, dishonored the sacred gift of the mate bond with this contract, and has allowed a human woman to taint his reputation.”

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.

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.

Kaedrin called calmly, and I involuntarily looked up, meeting his eyes. “I do not accept your rejection,” he said coldly. A shiver ran down my spine. My wolf felt contented, knowing our mate was not as crazy as I was doing things without thinking. “I reject your rejection, Nysera,” Vaeric said as well, frowning. I grimaced. A part of me was pissed they weren’t rejecting me. Another part was somewhat happy that they weren’t willing to let me go. My emotions were jumbled. I guess this was what I got for being mated to the infamous Lycan Kings.