Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

They were glowing with the fierce, blinding white light of the Ancient Lycans. The floor beneath my sneakers began to crack. "Finish it, Cameron," I whispered, my voice echoing with a power that made the Alpha's son stumble back in terror. "Reject me. I dare you."

The Lycan King’s gaze locked onto him, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “What is your problem, Alpha Jasper?” the Lycan King asked, his voice deceptively calm. Jasper’s jaw tightened and his fists clenched. The room fell silent, everyone holding their breath. But he did not answer. Instead, he quickly stormed out of the room. Later that day, as the shadows lengthened and the day drew to a close, Seraphina found me again. Her expression was serious. “The Lycan King wishes to see you again,” she said formally.

"Lycan King Lucas Morretti is the last of his blood line!'' The words hung in the air, making the big fancy hall feel strange. My heart raced inside me as I stood there, feeling really surprised and scared. Could it be true? The powerful Lycan King, who ruled this place and gorvened fear over all other packs, couldn't have kids? It seemed too strange to be true. I looked at him, my eyes begging him to understand. "Please, Alpha, you gotta trust me. I haven't been with anyone else but you. This baby is yours, I promise."

She looked satisfied and then her eyes met with Gia. She looked at the alpha next to her and knitted her brows. "Borax, did not I tell you we are not going to accept guests unless some of them leaves." She rudely spoke and Gia bit her lip. "He is the alpha king. They need help. The lycans are after them and..." "No means no." She moved her hands as she wanted to shoo them away. Gia wanted to move forward and an unknown force was nit letting her move forward. This place was magical and she can understand it.

she advised, and he nodded. His eyes roamed to the big modern screen in front of him. There were names of all the individuals who hated the Lycan king. First, it was Alpha Martin, who Nikolai had rejected his daughter and hence wanted retribution, but he couldn't make allies with him because he wasn't dumb enough to go against his king. The other one was Alpha Erickson of the Northern pack, who had been warring for years, however, he wouldn't join him because he hated wizards more than the Lavista family since he lost his mate by their hands.

"Rhea is MINE. My mate, my queen, my responsibility. If her presence is causing problems, that's your failure of control, not hers. She didn't ask to go into heat. She didn't ask to be a white wolf and she sure as hell didn't ask to be treated like a threat by a bunch of beings who can't keep their wolves in check." "The council has voted..." Viktor started. "I don't care what the council voted for. I'm the Lycan King. I outrank this council, this summit, and every being here and I'm leaving with my mate. Anyone who tries to stop me will find out exactly why I've held power for two hundred years." His eyes scanned the group blocking our path. "So, who wants to be first?" No one moved. "Smart

His body convulsed again. "We’re going to lose him if nothing is done on time," she murmured. Alpha Thorne stood over his son, fists clenched. "Then it’s time." He looked at his top warriors. "Assemble a search party. I want a tracker, a witch, and a scout. Find the Lycan King. Beg if you must. Bribe him. Threaten him. I don’t care. He is our only hope." — Footsteps clicked against the floor. Familiar.

All the events were unraveling too fast for her to take in. Just a few days ago, she would have given up anything just to be with Alpha Kieran but his rejection hit, shattering everything inside her, but a few hours later, she sensed the mating bond on another mate, not just any wolf but the Lycan King who was also as cursed as herself, not only was he cursed, but his entire pack. A rustle at the door made her lift her head. The Elder of the pack, a frail woman with piercing silver eyes, stepped inside.

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?!”

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!”