The 5 Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I shouldn't have rejected you, I shouldn't have failed the Moon Goddess' arrangement. You are my mate, the only mate the moon goddess has granted. I can feel the mate bond between us. " "Please forgive my previous offense, and please take back the punishment for the rosebud pack. I am willing to apologize to you in front of all the werewolves. I want to marry you and become your wife." The Lycan King's expression was complicated. He seemed briefly touched, but when he glanced at My wrist and thought of the servant reporting to him that I had slit my wrists to show my determination to be with Daniel, his expression returned to indifference once again. "It's ridiculous. Someone rejected me at

he smiles widely. I suck in a breath and know what I must do, before I feel anything more from this bond, “I Prince Liam James of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you Seth Campbell, Warrior of the Lycan Kingdom as my fated mate and accept all the pain of this rejection.” NOW ACCEPT IT SETH.”

I struggled to look up, a man, seeming dressed in warrior attire called out to his friends who were only a short distance away. “Alpha Lucas is going to have fun killing this one.’’ They let out a laugh. Dread settled in me as I realised what I had just gotten myself into. I had heard that name before. Alpha Lucas Morretti. Lycan king, feared, dangerous, and who killed for sport. Even Alpha Gareth was afraid of him. Is that why Alpha Gale had not come for me as soon as I crossed the boundary? “Why would you bring yourself to your doom, rogue.” One of them asked, gripping my hair tightly as he forced me to look at him.

"So loving me is a weakness now?" He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." "Don't. Don't say you're sorry. Tell me this is a nightmare. Tell me you're lying." He said nothing. Her knees went weak. She searched his face for the boy who used to bring her wildflowers, the young Alpha who'd once sworn he'd always choose her. That man was gone. Maybe he'd never existed at all. Logan drew one last breath, and his voice carried across the courtyard. "I, Alpha Logan Ashford, reject Scarlett De Luca as my fated mate."

And somewhere deep inside my blood. Something ancient opened its eyes. Blackness swallowed me. But the last thing I heard, before I hit the ground, was not my wolf crying. It was another voice. Low. Powerful. Not Kael’s. Not from this pack. “You dare reject what belongs to me?” As Aurelia lies unconscious beneath the full moon, her rejected bond bleeds silver across the ground and miles away, a Lycan King rises from his throne.

Darius “When they came here, at first, I thought they were scammers but they have this photo of the old man and our late Alpha. That was why I kept them until the Lycan King returned so that he could make the decision himself. They don't look like con people and I don't think anyone would dare to scam the Lycan King and so, they are still here one week down the line,” Jose explained to the elders and I. If I were to be asked, these people would be out of my pack by now. But also, I needed to see where they wanted to go with all this.

"Seraphina, don't! Please!" I closed my eyes and reached deep into my soul, grabbing hold of that silver thread. It felt like cold iron in my hands. "I, Seraphina, the last Pureblood Lycan Queen, do hereby accept your rejection," I announced, my voice echoing through the rafters. The silver thread flared into a brilliant, blinding white. "And in return," I continued, "I reject you, Cameron Vance. I reject you as my mate. I reject you as my equal. You are not worthy of my blood. You are not worthy of my soul."

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

And then, to her shock, the king spoke. "Very well," he said, his voice resigned. "If my son does not want this new member in our pack, then she shall be rejected."He stated , Obligated to his son. Amelia's heart shattered as the king's words sank in. She had been so close to achieving her dream, and now it was all slipping away. The wavoon pack watched in silence as Amelia turned and ran, tears streaming down her face. She had been rejected by the lycan king, and her heart was broken.

Pain shot through my skull, exploding behind my eyes. “I, Lycan King Abraham,” he growled, his breath hot against my face, “reject you, human slave, as my mate. And banned from accepting the rejection!”