The 5 Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Then a giant black wolf stepped out from between the trees. Aurora froze. The creature was enormous. Its body was nearly twice the size of an ordinary Alpha. Its fur was jet black, with a faint golde sheen at the tip of its tail. But it was its eyes that terrified Aurora the most. Golden. Cold. Powerful. The rogues immediately took several steps backward. “T-that’s...” “Impossible.” “A-a Lycan.” The largest rogue swallowed hard. “That’s the Lycan King.” Aurora’s breath caught. ‘The Lycan King? Weren’t the Lycans supposed to live far to the north? Then why is their king here?’ Her mind raced with questions.

"You... you murdered the old King?" "We took care of a problem," Rowan corrected coldly. "But we made one massive mistake. We let his son live. We thought a useless pup wouldn't survive the winter alone. But Cassian didn't die. He crawled into the shadows, built himself an army of loyalists, took back his crown, and now he's the Lycan King. He’s spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy us. And this Peace Gathering? This is his move." The room went completely silent, save for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

“Please, let me try. If there’s even a chance I can save Elliot, why wouldn’t you let me?” Alpha Mason’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming. “Do you have any idea what kind of man the Lycan King is? He's ruthless. He doesn’t help people. He destroys them. If you go anywhere near him, he’ll kill you before you can even speak.” “I don’t care, Alpha. I’ll take that risk. I’ll do whatever it takes.” Alpha Mason stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he laughed—a cold, mocking sound that made my skin crawl.

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

But the man pushed me away after his whole body froze. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and dread. Before I could do anything, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. Jasper, finally recovering from his shock, stepped forward with anger and disbelief. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded. “I am the Lycan King,” the blue-eyed man said, his voice dripping with authority and menace. “And you will show respect.”

Alpha Male shook his head and said, “Younger Brother, don’t be like Fifth Younger Brother, who is infatuated with Felicia. These days, Fifth Younger Brother has been telling King Lycan that he wants to marry Felicia as the Empress. But King Lycan was furious and scolded him. The young lady is beautiful, but the most important thing is that King Lycan and the Queen don’t like her. If you marry her, what good will come of it? Women, in reality, are all the same. As long as they are beautiful on the outside, the most important thing is a harmonious marriage.”

"Did you just sigh..." Before he could also me again, I dodged, I watched how the other elders tried to calm him down but anger had so beclouded his sense of reasoning. "Here it is. ..." I looked up glancing at the so called Gamma.... Traitors... "I want to see the Future Lycan King" . "You dare make a request!;;huhh" According to the law, before ant action is taken in the Pack, The Royal Lycan King is meat to be aware.

This was all she managed to say. “Yes—you aren’t my mate and you can never be mine,” I spat angrily and turned to walk inside the hall for the ceremony to begin when I halted again. Turning around, I saw her staring into space—as I figured out that she might have found it difficult to believe what just happened. “I...Eric Axel, The Lycan King of the Lycan groove rejects you....” I was saying when she rushed towards me and held me tightly, tears dropping out from her eyes. “Please don’t do this,” She cried painfully, but my mid was made up.

“It’s not easy to be rejected.” “I know what will happen when someone rejects us. We will forever be in pain due to the severing of our bond unless we will have another mate. We will always question what part we fail to do. The worst? Losing our wolves. We will be left like an empty shell.” “You want the Lycan King to suffer that?” the beta asked. I shrugged. “The way I feel it, His Majesty had already indirectly rejected me. If not for an heir, he already rejected me back then.”

“Pretty. Convenient. Wrong.” The hearth fire snapped orange. Normal. Listening. “In human memory, Amara was a rebel queen before she was a bride. The Lycan king did not rescue her. She rescued half his border towns from the First Alpha’s raids before he decided she was either a threat or an answer.” Cassian’s eyes moved to the carving. I watched him from the corner of my eye. “Did you know that version?” I asked quietly. His jaw tightened. “Parts.” Althea continued.