Rejected By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"Or you tell them what you told your father's captains?" The hall went utterly still. Vivienne stepped back from him, and in that step, in front of both packs — Silvermoon and the Blackthorn guests who had come to witness their triumph — the claiming ceremony of Alpha Damian Cross collapsed like a tent with its poles cut. Someone laughed. Someone else shouted. The torches threw shadows everywhere, and Damian stood alone in the circle, the rejected mate of one girl and the failed groom of another, and for the first time in nine nights, his wolf — sick, grieving, honest — lifted its head and looked toward the forest.

Together, they would find a way to win his mate's heart and make things right. Raquel's eyes were swollen from crying as she arrived home. Her mother, who was in the kitchen, immediately noticed her distressed state and rushed to her side. "What happened, my dear?" she asked, concern etched on her face. Raquel wiped away her tears before telling her mother everything that had transpired in the council meeting. "The Lycan King rejected me as his mate, Mother. He claimed he already had a mate, but he wouldn't even tell us who she was or where she was from."

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal. Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself despite the fear coursing through my veins. His red eyes were still fixed on me, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity about this mysterious prince. "Reject the engagement," he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. "Why should I?" I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. "Why should I do what you say?" A sinister smile spread across his face, revealing his sharp fangs. "Because I am the next lycan king, and what I say goes. You don't have a choice."

"I understand." They were silent on the way back to Darius' house. Then Seraphina thought of something that made her ask Darius again. "Excuse me, if I may ask, are you a Lycan like Valerian?" Seraphina looked at Darius sideways. "Yes, I am also the Lycan King and Valerian is my rival." ***

"She despises me even though she has no idea who I am. She’s uninterested in the mate thing." "What! Are you sure, my king?" He asks, his face expressionless. "Please tell me you’re joking. You’re a pure, noble king. You’re more powerful than any other being I’ve seen." He speaks as though he intends to murder her. If he finds out that she not only rejected me but also insulted and rejected my gift, he will murder her. "You have complete control over all the Lycans. You are the ruler. How could she?" He roars. "How could she reject and despise my king?"

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?!”

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

my mother had pleaded. "I understand, Mother," "Brother… do you hate me? Please don't hate me. I never wanted this—I don't want this position. You should be king, not me! Please talk to Father and change his mind. I don't want to be king!" Hades had begged, his voice filled with desperation. "I don't hate you, Hades, the Moon Goddess' words cannot be disobeyed, you have to be king". "Look at him, he's supposed to be the next Lycan King, but the goddess herself rejected him. What a pity."

[ Elena ] “I, Lycan Nikolai Duskborn, Lycan King of the Duskborn werewolf realm, reject you, Elena Rivers, as my mate…” Even though the words didn’t come exactly to me as a shock, I wouldn’t deny the way the sting of rejection hit me like a punch to the gut. The crowd around us gasped and I could hear some people snickering delightfully behind me. “Rejected. I knew it.” An unidentified girl whispered.