The 5 Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

The alliance contract, the one that I took years ago and gave to Kaiven. Below it lay another document. One I knew straight away. A marriage contract. My hands began to shake as I read the front page. Lucerian Veyth. The Lycan King. The exact same guy that I was supposed to marry before I left. The same man that I embarrassed in front of everyone. The same man, to whom I had betrayed myself. There was a hush in the room. I raised my gaze to my father. Then my mother. Neither looked away.

Who had unlocked a door and stepped back to let me walk through it alone because she understood that some things needed to be done alone. "I know," I said. "Thank you." She nodded and stood and left as quietly as she had arrived. I sat with my breakfast and thought about Voss in the outer kitchen and what she had heard and how long it would take to reach wherever it was going. Dara had estimated two days. Maybe three. Which meant that within the week Aldric would have his confirmation. The heir was present but struggling. The bloodline was unreliable. The kingdom was privately worried. Come now. Come soon. Come before she becomes what she is supposed to be.

Things weren’t looking so good for me at the moment. “The interrogation,” Zane replied. “But....but why her? Why not you?” I would MUCH rather be interrogated by the King. He had laws he had to abide by. He was supposed to be loyal and ‘just’ and all that. But a Gamma? She was a freaking warrior! He smiled slyly at me. “Because I’m a Lycan, and Astrid is not.” “What’s…what does that matter?” Fear ripped through me. Astrid stepped towards me.

As for Rowan, he would never come. Just then, the guard the King sent rushed back. He dropped to his knees, terrified to even look at the Lycan King. The King furrowed his brow, his alpha aura flaring with fury. "Where is Rowan?!" The guard trembled violently. "The Gamma refuses to come. He said... he said not to use cheap tricks to win his pity." The guard slammed his forehead against the ground. I knew Rowan's words were probably much worse. The guard was just too scared to insult the King's presence.

"Who?" "My fated mate," she answered. "That's great then. Who was he?" "He's not a good guy. He's that insane king," "There are many mad kings out there. Which one in particular are you referring to?" the king asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Kyle Norman, the Lycan King," Xylia responded with a tinge of sadness in her voice, "I rejected him. But it failed because he didn't accept the rejection and he's stronger than me. So, that's why I suffered a backlash,"

As the darkness of his gaze swallowed me whole, I realized that the girl who was rejected by the pack was about to become the woman who rules them all. Liam didn't just throw away a mutt; he threw away a queen. The Lycan King’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a possessive hunger that told me he was never letting go. "Mine," he whispered. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I believed it.

He said indifferently, a slight curiosity to his eyes. "It was not my intention to be intimate with you... I was... not in the right state of mind," I said meekly. If I had guessed correctly I am speaking to the eldest son of the Lycan King, and he is rumored to have killed his mate for being unable to bear a child. No one knows exactly what happened, but I believe he had also rejected his first mate. Dana whimpers in my head at the thought of being rejected by our mate. Given the circumstances, I would gladly accept his rejection if it means escaping death in his hands.

Lucien had the door open before she could ask how he'd unlocked it. She didn't get in. "One more thing," she said. "Before I cross whatever line getting in that car represents." He stopped on the driver's side. Looked at her across the roof. "You said my bloodline outranks every living Lycan." She kept her voice level. "You said the Old Court wants it to legitimise their revival." She held his gaze. "You are Lycan. You came looking for me before the Old Court got here. You found me first." She let that sit for exactly one second. "Why does the Lycan King want me, Lucien? What does your court get out of this?"

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" I blinked at him, not knowing how to take the news. I guess that explained the weird sensations I felt whenever he spoke, looked at me, or touched me. "I do not want a mate, much less one that looks like she can open her legs that easily…" What?! He was indirectly calling me a whore. I wasn't a whore; I was a virgin until last night. The bloodstains on the sheets should prove that. "Excuse m—" "I, London Knight, Alpha King, and Lycan Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby reject you—"

"And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…"