Romans & histoires Rejected Mate: The Lycan King's Claim

“The Lycan King claimed protection first.” My head started hurting badly and I felt trapped. Like everyone around me discussed my life while I stood there powerless again, just like before. One elder stepped forward carefully. “By ancient bond law, a rejected mate may still remain connected if the rejection was incomplete.” Cassian’s face darkened instantly and Draven looked victorious for the first time since entering the throne room. The elder continued nervously, “However… if another Alpha forms a competing claim…” The room erupted again and my breathing became uneven.

“Until you prove your loyalty to me, that will be the time I will accept you as the queen. I do not want a weakling as my mate.” Bastard. The Lycan King should have said he would reject me. It would be faster that way. And by that time, I would have no difficulty killing him in the process if I found out he had something to do with Sabrina's disappearance. Why was I paired with the Lycan King again? “Being mates is not like that. We will accept each other without conditions. You will accept me for who I am,” I explained. “I can make my own rules. I am the 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.

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.

There was a pause. Then the first voice again,it is quieter now.“The Lycan king’s condition isn’t just about those rashes and bumps that for on his body. It’s… rejection. Physical violence. Worse still, those women suffer incredibly for touching him… they fall ill and some even… you know, die.” My breath caught. “That’s why all the selected women failed,” the voice continued. “Some collapsed. Some… were carried out. No one lasts.” I stepped back slightly without thinking, my shoulder brushing the pillar.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

I echoed in disbelief, earning a glare from him. “I thought you rejected her," I reminded him, just in case he had forgotten. "And who the hell are you to speak?" He asked, hatred boldly visible in his eyes, for me, but I couldn't care less. “Nita's second chance mate, and the Lycan King, of the greatest Crystal light pack," A voice replied, and we all turned to know who it was.

If blaming the goddess for this particular sore in her thumb was the solution, she would have stood atop her roof and yelled all sorts of insults at her, possibly that could change her mind. Unfortunately, it was well-known for centuries that fated mates had two options; they could either get married or reject the mate bond. In her case, she was the one who despised the bond so much that she was willing to bear the pain of initiating the rejection process. It's just a pity that she failed. Lycan king Kyle's personality preceded him; He was by far the most ruthless ruler in all the realm of the paranormal. And if she could dare say, he was probably the strongest too, despite his age.

“Dominic, please listen to me. When he found out we were mates, he was disgusted. He rejected the bond immediately. He has no right to claim me. I am your mate now. The blood oath we took made me yours." Dominic slowly turned his head back to look at me. The look on his face wasn't angry anymore. It was worse. It was completely distant and cold. "Is that why you were clinging to me?" he asked. "Because I am the Lycan King? Because my crown is the only thing keeping you out of a cage?" The words felt like a slap to my face. I felt my breath hitch, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "What... what are you saying?"