Rejected By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I said, in a tone brimming in confidence. "False?" Others chorused. "The two betas disobeyed a direct command and came at me instead. I killed them," I maintained a stoic persona. "You killed two members of my pack?" Jackson asked, trying hard to kill his anger, while the members of his council were still in shock of what I had said. "Did you skip the part where I said they attacked me?" I replied with a question of my own. "You are a Lycan King for fuck's sake, they wouldn't dare," Jackson fired back.

She scoffed, “ I won't touch her. When do you plan to return? What's taking you so long, if you haven't heard the elders are beginning to talk.” “I'll return soon, I still have some unfinished business,” I answered not willing to let her in on my current problem, “Unfinished business” she repeated, “Like what? I don't see what you could have with those backwash people… unless..” she trailed off. My hand clenched into fists, as she trailed off, “Pecan—” “She hasn't accepted you has she?” Pecan snorted, her voice high with amusement, “I can't believe it The great Lycan king Mondrian wasn't accepted by his own mate.”

He leaned back into his chair and had a small smile playing on his lips, “Ask him to take a chosen mate so that we all can meet him and discuss our problems openly.” I gazed at the fuc*ker and brought several lines on my forehead, “We all are representing Lycan King here. The king is not supposed to meet every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” His sons seemed offended but chose to stay quiet. Smart move. I usually prefer not to attend such meetings but today I was curious to see if Lola was doing fine. She never tried to deny the attraction between us but her hunger for power made her reject me. Her loss. The poor woman rejected a Lycan King.

I swear to the Moon Goddess—or whoever had cursed me into becoming a slave to this bond—I was nice. I had tried. I had restrained myself. I had tolerated her disrespect. I had tolerated her slaps. I had tolerated her insults. And now she dared reject me? Me? The Lycan King. The strongest being. The male wolves feared. The one entire kingdoms bowed before. The mate I had waited decades for had looked me in the eye and rejected me as though I were nothing. As though I were beneath her. As though I was some inconvenience she could simply throw away.

"Don't act like I don't have authority over you. Keep quiet and listen to me. You're my property, and I know I shouldn't treat you this way, but that doesn't mean you should run away." "Of course, you'll never be at fault. You're the Lycan King," I said with a smirk. And he returned the smirk, his palm finding my chin and rubbing it gently. "I am the Lycan King, you are right. But I sincerely am sorry for making you run away. Have I done the right thing now?" He apologized as my eyes searched his. The way I viewed him was suddenly changing, and my mind filled with turmoil. Did he just apologize?

"Alaric, get up. Please get up. PLEASE..." "No..." I sniffled. "No, you promised. You promised you would protect me. You promised..." I refused to believe that he was gone as the bond went silent. "ALARIC!" I screamed with everything I had, my voice breaking. "NO! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" "He's gone," Viktor said coldly. "The Lycan King is dead. Long live the new era." "I'll kill you," I sobbed, still fighting even as the sedative dragged me down. "I'll kill all of you. I'll rip you apart..."

Sweat dripped from every part of my body as I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, my back pressed against the cold door. My eyes darted around until they landed on a candle holder not too far away. I grabbed it and clutched it tightly like a weapon, limping as I tried to gain my footing. Tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this could be how it all ends. Callan was right after all. The Lycan king is a beast. Damien... Damien was nothing like a werewolf. His warnings echoed in my mind as more tears streamed freely, soaking my face like rain.

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

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.

He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack. She must be removed. For the good of the realm. —Liora Ashbourne. The scroll crackled as he clenched it tighter in his fist. His golden eyes were filled with anger —not the wild rage he’d shown when he ran a blade through Lord Darrow, but something colder. Deeper an