Rejected By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Mama suggested much to my surprise. "What about Ethan? Also, I barely know this Lycan king. I'm afraid Mama." She kissed my forehead and stroke my hair gently. "I told you that you're made for greater heights, didn't I?" I nodded affirmatively. "Then you should accept the lycan king to be your mate. Ethan has shown in many ways that he's unfit to take care of you. I understand that he's a stranger, but if he fought the Alpha's family for the custody of a total stranger, then he's somebody I can consider better than Ethan."

I asked, and they gave each other some looks before facing me. “Should I leave?” I asked and they quickly shook their heads. “Apologies my lord” one of them said and I scoffed. “We thought, since your former mate is gone, you should try to get another mate and, since you and Miss Naomi seem close, we thought she should be your mate”, one of the elderly said and I leaned back on the chair while they waited in silence to hear my response. I don't have it in mind to make Naomi my Luna, she is just someone that satisfies my sex urge.

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.

His claws hover just a hair’s breadth from tearing into his chest. “Stop!” I push, rage and fear colliding in me. He’s going to kill Ronald—no, I won’t let him. I do the most reasonable thing I can think of in that moment. “I, Zane, reject you as my lycan!” I shout, forcing the words out like a blade. Kingston freezes mid-slam. For a heartbeat everything goes quiet….too quiet. His body shudders, muscles bunching, golden eyes wavering. He snarls, but it’s different now, like a wounded animal unsure where to bite.

I grabbed the edge of the table to keep myself upright as my vision blurred, my fingers gripping the wood as if it could keep me from collapsing right here and now. “You of all people already know that in Bleeding Rose,” Varkos’s voice shattered through my thoughts, his voice coming out as a low, dangerous whisper. “A human and a Lycan can never be together. Never. What we did…what we are doing right now… is treason. It was always a death sentence for you. Not me.” I shook my head violently. “So you think that makes this better?” My voice dropped to a whisper, then shattered into a scream, “That it excuses what you have done?”

Her breath caught. “Carol.” He lifted his head, voice cold and final. “I, Leonard Blackthorne, the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you as my mate and my Luna. May the Moon Goddess bear witness to your betrayal and to my heartache. We are done.”

Alpha Sunny seemed confident again now. “With respect, Your Majesty,” he continued. “This matter doesn’t concern you.” The moment the words left his mouth… The temperature of the forest seemed to drop. The Lycan King’s golden eyes turned ice cold. “Doesn’t concern me?” Alpha Sunny hesitated slightly. “Yes.” The Lycan King suddenly laughed. But the sound was far from friendly. “You rejected her,” he said slowly. “Yes.” “You humiliated her in front of your entire pack.” Alpha Sunny remained silent.

When he did, his voice was low and flat, the voice of a man reciting a story he had told himself many times. "We were seventeen. My father had taken us to the summer palace on the coast, away from the court. It was a quiet week. She was teaching Dorian to waltz. He kept stepping on her feet." His mouth moved in something that was almost a smile. "That night, I had my first shift. The Lycan shift is not like a wolf's. It comes late and it comes violently, and nobody tells you how much it hurts. I remember being in my room in terrible pain. I remember a noise downstairs. After that, I remember nothing." "Nothing?"

The Hollow went dead silent. “I was rejected too,” he said. “My father said I was a mistake. The pack said I was a Lycan king.” He looked straight at the Fae lord. “The Moon doesn’t make mistakes with Lycan blood.” The Fae lord studied him for a long moment. Then he did something no one expected. He knelt. “I pledge fealty to the Young Lycan King,” he said. “And to his Lycan mother. And to his Lycan father.”

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.