The 5 Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King の小説・ストーリー

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.

Even though we didn't talk that much apart from him reminding me that he had came to the flower garden at night to hunt down half-breeds, I felt comfortable around him. Beta Hades was a nice person to be around, we talked most of the time and joked around sometimes. Monalisa and I asked Beta Hades if they had a Gamma and he told us that the Gamma was not around. He was sent to another kingdom by Prince Luciano to take care of something. I realised that the Lycan kingdom was not that different from werewolf packs when it comes to leadership. Luciano is the Alpha prince, meaning he will become a king soon and he will be called an Alpha king.

I ask. “I rejected him,” Gamma Everly replies bluntly. “Right then and there. The Lycan Royal Family will always come first to me. And the moment I rejected him, it was evident that I’d made the right call. He had an ambush waiting and everything. By that point, Prince Spencer had showed up, and we fought the ambush off easily.”

"And I don't know what to do. I know I shouldn't panic, but I can't help it. Where did the Lycan King go to?" "To find my father. How is the pack going down?" I asked, my voice filled with peace until he replied back. "We've just received a new record of fifty deaths in just two minutes. They weren't sick. They weren't injured or fired at. They just fell and dropped dead. Not just from a section of the pack. All over. The wolves are dying mysteriously. It seems like we've greatly offended the goddess. I've informed the Gammas to cleanse themselves. We've got to visit the moon tonight." Jace panicked as he explained. I'd never seen this version of him since I arrived at this pack.

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?!”

I saw the restraint in him, the way he held himself back from touching me, from pulling me closer. Would I fall for him if he reached out? Last night, I was sure I’d been screaming his name—not Damien’s. Maybe if the bond was gone, I could finally be free. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words. But just before he spoke, I stopped him. “No one can know about this.” He nodded once, finally meeting my gaze again. The sadness in his eyes was unmistakable, heavy, unspoken. “I, Joel,” he said firmly, “next Alpha King of Theandor, son of Arial… reject you, Scarlet Underwood, as my mate.”

The guardians themselves stilled, their molten eyes fixed on this singular figure, as though even they recognized his power. “Erebus!” Rafael’s voice rang out, hard as steel. “You dare set foot on Lycan soil?” The shadow king tilted his head, almost amused. His voice, when it came, was deep and resonant, echoing as if carried on the wind from every direction at once. “Lycan soil?” He let the words linger, tasting them. “This soil belonged to the Elders long before you claimed dominion. I am here to take back what was stolen.”

All the events were unraveling too fast for her to take in. Just a few days ago, she would have given up anything just to be with Alpha Kieran but his rejection hit, shattering everything inside her, but a few hours later, she sensed the mating bond on another mate, not just any wolf but the Lycan King who was also as cursed as herself, not only was he cursed, but his entire pack. A rustle at the door made her lift her head. The Elder of the pack, a frail woman with piercing silver eyes, stepped inside.

"The sample reacted the moment I tried to seal it. It should never do that. I have never seen blood behave this way in thirty years of practice." Kael crouched to examine the shards without touching them, his expression unreadable. "Explain what you mean by behave." "It moved, my lord. On its own. Like it was alive." She looked at me now, and there was something close to fear in her eyes, though not the kind aimed at an enemy. It was the fear people reserve for something they do not understand. "My lord, I believe her bloodline is not merely rare. I believe it may be one the old texts warned us about, the kind meant to produce wolves capable of standing against Alphas and Lycan emperors both

But tonight, I saw the cracks. I pressed on, reckless, my voice trembling with years of pent-up rage. "I know you never loved me. You married me for my name, my status, to prop up your crumbling business empire. But I'm done, Lucas. I'm tired of being your contract wife, tired of this public humiliation. So I guess this is it." "What are you talking about?" his snarled. I stared at him and stated, low and steady. "I, Leah Steen of the Lycan King's Pack, reject you, Lucas Lavoie of Kingfisher Pack."