Rejected, Then Crowned Novels & Stories

Cliff bowed along with Vidalia Leave it to Romeo to do the wrong thing. "If you want to make a run for it, it's still on the table," Romeo offered. "I'm perfectly fine thank you. Anyways, when is the coronation set?" I asked. "When the elders feel like it," Lawrence scoffed. "Well, either way it is protected by mother," I pointed out warning a glare from Lawrence. "Let's get you married," Adelina interjected. I hadn't even realized that it was my cue to present myself to the court for their approval.

Now, they obey me because of fear. And I don’t know how I feel about that. After a week, I was convinced by my advisors (yes, plural, because somehow Priscilla has also taken up the role) to hold another coronation today. My past coronation was done simply and quickly because the crown needed a new owner after Father’s death, and the war was on the horizon. Barely any nobles attended—barely anyone came, in general.

She was all smiles, happy that this ceremony was all in honour of her. “Today is the day I want to reward one of our daughters, friends, sisters, mates, and wives for standing up for what she knew was right, no matter what. Therefore, with the power vested in me as the King of the fur realm, I crown you, Ange Abee, the Duchess of our world.” Applause erupted from the crowd. Kael stepped forward and handed me the crown. I took it and placed it on Ange’s head. Everyone clapped and bowed to her once more.

The cold stone wasn't my first choice for a seat, but again I didn't argue when Meira and I were guided to them, Sassafras firmly in my lap. This isn't usual, he informed us. Ahbi isn't done playing. The coronation itself seemed to take forever as Dad strode up the concourse and bowed to Grandmother. He went through a series of oaths, up and down from his knees several times, had to drink three kinds of wine and eat three kinds of bread. A choir sang, their droning melody actually bringing tears to my eyes before he bent to accept a massive crown, weighed down with a robe crusted in jewels, a deadly looking scepter in his hands before he once again sat on his throne.

He has someone beside him holding a bouquet of flowers, Katara takes a deep breath. Their eyes meet, they have eye contact instead of avoiding his gaze. She looks at his right eye, next to his lips, and then to his left eye and then smiles at him. Their gazes cut when the crown prince heard the Professor speak, even though she saw his Adam's apple move upside down. "Do you have something to say to your highness?" Professor Ramos asked, the prince cleared his throat before speaking. "Good morning beautiful ladies, I am here personally to ask your hand to join this journey of selection. The one who will be eliminated I hope you will understand, you are not less but I just think you are too goo

His finger trembled as he pointed at my face. "Victor Wright! Have you thrown basic business sense out the window for a single woman? Fine. If you insist on being this stubborn, someone else will inherit Wright Group! In the end, I traded my position as heir to secure Ashley the sufficient resources she needed. She'd thrown her arms around me that day and sobbed. "I'll prove myself, Victor. I'll show every last Wright that you made the right choice!" And now here was Eddie, telling me that being by my side was too exhausting for her.

I felt the mate pull. It was so strong, I couldn't deny it anymore. I needed to survive this. I couldn't let the mate bond deceive me. I had to reject that alpha. I was going to reject him.

he answered. Mom was already shaking her head and muttering a low, “no.” But I made my decision. “The coronation will be on hold.” Mom tried to stop me in a low whisper that only I could hear. “You don’t have the powers to give laws yet.” I whispered back, “I have every power. Supreme Alpha or not.” She moved back in her wheelchair, accepting. I looked around the hall. “Does anyone have any opposition?” No one spoke. They just looked at each other. I nodded. “It is decided. The crowning is postponed till the results are heard..”

Cain leaned back against his throne, his hoarse voice slicing through the excitement that filled the atmosphere. "No." The word echoed through the chamber like a command. Aria glanced at him knowingly. She was already expecting that. A smile crept on her mouth. "The tradition of 'Luna test' is cancelled. Cain said coldly. "There will be no competition." Elder Gavin opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Elder Namon leaned forward, his voice deceptively mild. "Unless," he said, eyes flicking briefly to Aria, "the Luna is… not capable of passing the test, I see no reason you shouldn't agree Alpha. Moreover the people will be happy. The Late Luna also underwent the test."

I felt something tighten in my chest. Garrick stepped forward first, lifting the crown. The square held its breath again. He looked at Damon. “You sure about this?” he asked quietly. Damon didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me. Only me. And something in his expression softened in a way the world rarely got to see. Not king. Not warrior. Just him. My mate. “I didn’t survive everything to refuse this moment,” he said. My breath caught. Garrick stepped closer. And placed the crown in Damon’s hands. Damon held it like it weighed more than steel. Then he knelt. Not for them or some tradition. But so I could reach him.