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

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, Crystal Meka, slave of Alpha King Elyon, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Elyon, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Elyon 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?!”

the second guard suggested. “Yes. We should do that. We might score some points with the king too,” the other agreed. Then they tried to grab Alpha Blake. Alpha Blake stepped back. “I am here for the Lycan King’s wedding. You cannot treat me like a criminal!” he snarled. “We will let the king decide whether you are a criminal or not. Now come along calmly Mr werewolf.” They grabbed him. You will regret this when you find out who I am!” Alpha Blake gritted and finally let them. He growled under their grip.

I never liked attending Lycan gatherings. I always felt out of place in their midst, but my mate, the Lycan King, Alpha Liams, had insisted that I come along. I had protested, telling him that I was too shy to be among so many of his kind, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, insisting that I was now one of them.

Gathering my courage, I placed my hand in his. As he led me back to the center of the gathering, he addressed the Alpha directly, his words resonating with an unsettling authority. "Alpha, I have come as a guest to your pack, and I have been struck by the tenacity and unity of your people. As a symbol of my appreciation, I demand a gift." The Alpha, visibly taken aback, maintained his composure. "Ask, Lycan King, and if it is within my power, it will be granted."

“That girl! She already agreed with me on this! Why does she not want to continue?” ”She… she wants to be mated with Clyde, Alpha.” I looked down, pain striking at the rejection I just got. “The Beta’s son?” I nodded. “Hmm. He will make a fine Alpha someday.” Lydia whimpered at the approval of our alpha for my mate’s chosen union. “But we have to continue with the marriage or the lycans will not honor our pact and declare war on us!” My eyes widened. “W-we will be defeated, Alpha.” ”Their forces are far too strong and too many for us to win. Even without their numbers, they have the strongest soldiers. Even the lycan prince can take more than half of us alone.”

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" I blinked at him, not knowing how to take the news. I guess that explained the weird sensations I felt whenever he spoke, looked at me, or touched me. "I do not want a mate, much less one that looks like she can open her legs that easily…" What?! He was indirectly calling me a whore. I wasn't a whore; I was a virgin until last night. The bloodstains on the sheets should prove that. "Excuse m—" "I, London Knight, Alpha King, and Lycan Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby reject you—"

"They've been rebuilding. Quietly. For the last decade. And your bloodline — the original Lycan-Alpha hybrid — is the only lineage that can legitimise their restoration claim. By ancient law, the heir of that bloodline outranks every living Lycan." She stared at him. "Including you." He didn't answer. Which was, itself, an answer. "So they want me," she said slowly, "not to hurt me." "They want to use you. There's a version of this where they approach you civilly and make a very attractive political offer." His voice flattened. "There's another version where they take you by force and your consent becomes irrelevant. Tonight suggests they've chosen the second version." Above them, at the rav

I saw the restraint in him, the way he held himself back from touching me, from pulling me closer. Would I fall for him if he reached out? Last night, I was sure I’d been screaming his name—not Damien’s. Maybe if the bond was gone, I could finally be free. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words. But just before he spoke, I stopped him. “No one can know about this.” He nodded once, finally meeting my gaze again. The sadness in his eyes was unmistakable, heavy, unspoken. “I, Joel,” he said firmly, “next Alpha King of Theandor, son of Arial… reject you, Scarlet Underwood, as my mate.”

He loomed over the kneeling Alpha like a shadow from the mountains, his golden eyes narrowing until they looked like two slits of cold, unblinking fire. Garrick froze instantly, the raw, crushing power of the Lycan King pinning him flat against the cobblestones. He looked up, the bravado completely draining out of him, his breath catching in his throat as he finally realized exactly how small, how helpless, and how utterly pathetic he truly was in the north. "You've said more than enough, boy," Cassian rumbled.

He screamed because Elias, the Lycan pup, pressed his tiny paw to the Beta’s heart and *purred*. A Lycan’s purr. The sound of dominance. Of an Alpha choosing mercy. The Beta collapsed, sobbing. "Y-Young King... forgive me..." Kade watched his second-in-command break for a child. His army was already shifting, uncertain. Their Alpha had been rejected by the Moon Goddess. By his own blood. By a pup. "Retreat," Kade choked out. The word tasted like ash. "We retreat." "Run, Kade," I called, my voice carrying on the wind. Darius’s arm tightened around me. Elias trotted back and sat at our feet, tail wagging. "Run back to your empty throne. Tell them the Queen who had already won now has a King...