Rejected By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"I shouldn't have rejected you, I shouldn't have failed the Moon Goddess' arrangement. You are my mate, the only mate the moon goddess has granted. I can feel the mate bond between us. " "Please forgive my previous offense, and please take back the punishment for the rosebud pack. I am willing to apologize to you in front of all the werewolves. I want to marry you and become your wife." The Lycan King's expression was complicated. He seemed briefly touched, but when he glanced at My wrist and thought of the servant reporting to him that I had slit my wrists to show my determination to be with Daniel, his expression returned to indifference once again. "It's ridiculous. Someone rejected me at

Like they say ‘Ignorance is bliss. “You are spacing out again,” Corel’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She rested her head against my chest and muttered, “Hera killed your mother and you couldn’t avenge her. That must be the reason, you are having nightmares.” She lifted her head and looked into my eyes, “I think we should meet the Lycan King and ask him for one more chance.” “He won’t agree.” “We have to try….” The Lycan King was furious when he found that the plan had failed. If it weren’t for my father’s mediation, he would have probably executed me.

He was scoffed before taking a seat. The Foreign Princess clutched her trembling hands and looked between them, "Your Majesty... Where might he be?" She cautiously asked in an attempt to understand why the King was not issuing a warrant to arrest a witch who assaulted him. Lycans despised and actively killed witches. Luckily for her, they thought she was asking just because she was traumatized by his lycan. Scarlet patted her hand with sympathy. "Oh, you can relax and recover in peace. The King won't be here for several weeks. Last night... it was hard on his lycan too."

We must time it first," She advises and I nod. My eyes roam to the big modern screen in front of me. There are names of all the individuals that hate the Lycan king; First, it is Alpha Martin, Leondre rejected his daughter and hence wants retribution but, I can't make allies with him because he's not dumb enough to go against his king. The other one is Alpha Erickson of the Northern pack, they have been warring for years, however, he wouldn't join me because he hates wizards more than the Lavista family since he lost his mate by our hands so, leaving

“Here is the Lycan king’s blood letter.” He raised the letter before the masses. “Tell us what he’s got in the paper!” a man screamed from the crowd. I was already melting out of myself. Warm tears were already threading down my cheeks. “With this blood letter, his majesty, hereby, unapologetically rejects Laura Faris as his mate!” the orator yelled out, still holding the blood letter. The crowd exploded. Many were happy that the Lycan king they feared so much had been declared missing, and many were sad over my predicament.

I tell him flatly, “I have to find Cerelia first.” Lewis looks confused, “But it will be over quickly. If you don’t go through with it, what will our allies think?” Damon smiles at me coldly, running a whetstone across the edge of his dagger, “Yes Soren, what will the other wolves think? That you’re a coward? Maybe that you don’t really believe in your heart that you should be King? After all, King Arlo’s chosen a place where fate is said to decide the outcome of the battle long before the contestants arrive.” Damon and I have been bumping heads for weeks and the rift keeps growing bigger. He wants me to bend the knee to Arlo and apologize for issuing a challenge. To promise that I have no i

Once she was gone, he shut the door behind him. Silence fell upon the room. He remained standing near the door, watching me. I folded my arms, refusing to look away. Finally, he walked closer. “How long are you going to continue acting like this?” he asked. His tone wasn’t harsh. But it wasn’t soft either. It sounded tired. “Until you let me go,” I answered immediately without hesitation or even fear. "Do you realise that I am the Lycan King, and I'm only tolerating you because I choose to?"

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.

The King, who had been watching the entire encounter with controlled, building fury, his knuckles white as he gripped the marble edge of the conference table, finally intervened, his voice booming across the chamber, cutting Atticus’s sweet declaration in two. “Atticus! Enough of this desperate sentimentality! You are the Heir! You are not a rogue Alpha to be swayed by mere instinct!” the King roared, his patience dissolving entirely. “You know that accepting her as Queen means the murder of Axel will forever haunt your reign and destabilize the Throne. The Crown cannot carry the weight of your history with this female. Our species will see her as a tragic figure, a curse! The Lycans will se

Didn't know if he was going to reject anything. Eventually, the discussions came to an end, after a long time. All eyes were fixed on Lucerian. It was up to his choice. The king picked up his glass of wine and sipped it coolly. Took a sip. Then set it down. “I accept.” I blinked. Of course, I must have heard wrong. “What?” I blurted out before I could think. Lucerian's face was never to change. “The proposal.” He clasped his hands in prayer. “I accept.”