Romans & histoires The 5 Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King

he asked when she didn't respond. "Lycan King, I have just turned eighteen and I am sure that I will find my mate and I believe in Moon Goddess. She must have chosen the best for me" She replied politely, declining his offer. Lycan King's palm balled up in a rage, as he didn't expect her to reject him without even trying. He is the type of man who does not pay attention to any girl; in fact, girls drool over him and are willing to do anything for him, but this girl has rejected him even though she is aware that none other than Lycan King is interested in her.

Kaedrin called calmly, and I involuntarily looked up, meeting his eyes. “I do not accept your rejection,” he said coldly. A shiver ran down my spine. My wolf felt contented, knowing our mate was not as crazy as I was doing things without thinking. “I reject your rejection, Nysera,” Vaeric said as well, frowning. I grimaced. A part of me was pissed they weren’t rejecting me. Another part was somewhat happy that they weren’t willing to let me go. My emotions were jumbled. I guess this was what I got for being mated to the infamous Lycan Kings.

Alec flinched, the contempt in his eyes instantly replaced by shock. "Damien?" he repeated, his voice trembling slightly. "You mean... Lycan King Damien?" Serena let out a shrill laugh. "Elena, are you delusional?" Serena’s voice was a shrill laugh. "Why would a supreme Alpha like the Lycan King want a pack's reject?" A reject. My heart clenched. Only Alec knew that word. When we first got together, I'd hidden my true identity, pretending to be a beta cast out from her pack.

"Then what did you do?" "Wandered, mostly, for longer than I'd like to admit." A small, tired smile. "Followed rumors instead. There aren't many stories that spread faster than the Lycan King personally escorting a rejected exile out of Mooncrest territory himself. Once I heard the description — silver-black hair, golden eyes, a fresh rejection mark — I knew it had to be you. I just had to convince the border guards to actually let me in and prove I wasn't a threat." "You came all this way. Alone."

“Then, it will still be a bothersome, huh?” “You can ask for his protection—” “Never!” I snapped at him and Archie laughed at me. “But… you should know that the rejection rite for the Lycan King is different from most of the lycans. And it's pretty weird, but if you really want to let go, you must do it with all your heart’s desire.” “My… what?”

“What, no, I-” “Terrance, you will be my Gamma. Get the warriors in shape.” “King, we couldn’t possibly take those positions,” Terrance starts, “we are not Lycans.” “Do you see any other Lycans around? You can, and you will.” “You trust us that much?”

The whole ride to the palace, he did not spare her a glance, instead working on his tablet. Lyra stole a few glances at him now and then. He was tall, handsome, and well-built. She swallowed and looked away, not wanting to let his looks crowd her senses. He did not like her. A male like him–not just an Alpha but a Lycan King at that–must hate being mated to an Omega like her. But he was the Lycan King, who enforced the law that forbade Alphas from rejecting their mates. Surely, he wouldn’t go against his own rules, right?

“This isn’t possible. You can’t be—no! This can’t be happening!” I tilted my head, my expression icy. “You didn’t know?” My voice dripped with derision, each word cutting through her panic. “You couldn’t work it out that the ‘Gamma’ you wanted to kidnap was also a member of the Royal Lycan family? Commonsense would dictate that I must also be a Lycan. Or were you just that stupid?”

He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack. She must be removed. For the good of the realm. —Liora Ashbourne. The scroll crackled as he clenched it tighter in his fist. His golden eyes were filled with anger —not the wild rage he’d shown when he ran a blade through Lord Darrow, but something colder. Deeper an

Shock flashed across his face. Then disbelief. “Your Majesty,” he said quickly, lowering his head. The pack warriors immediately followed his example. Sunny, the Lycan King, watched him calmly. “So,” he said slowly. “You must be the Alpha who rejected her.” The tension in the air became suffocating. Alpha Sunny straightened slightly. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Lycan King Sunny tilted his head. “Tell me something.” “Yes?” “Why?” The question hung heavily between them. Alpha Sunny frowned slightly.