The 5 Time Rejected Gamma The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"You rejected her, and you know the tradition, you know that once a mate is rejected and turned rogue, she no longer belongs to you, it's like cutting any cord that holds you both together, and even if you want to get her back, don't think..." "You don't think, father! No, tell me, because the last I remember, you rejected mother once, and you both came back together later, so why is my case different, huh?" Conri couldn't control the anger and rage burning inside him. "You see, I don't think you really know who her husband is, I asked one of the Gamma's to make their findings, Conri, there is no way we can temper with the Moonlight pack, Cullian is not just a Lycan, he is the king, he leads

“The Gamma is the fated mate of my son, the future Luna of Harvest Moon.” A collective gasp resonated throughout the room as eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The room fell silent, the Lycans needed time to let this news sink in. Gamma Jannel's face turned pale, her gaze dropping to avoid meeting the King's penetrating stare. King Edward's expression turned steely, his eyes etched with disbelief. "Gamma Jannel, is there something you'd like to say?" he asked authoritatively. The woman hesitated briefly before her gaze flickered around the room. "Your Majesty, I — I."

“After I informed him that I'm part of the Graceland pack, he requested that I let you know he intends to come for a friendly visit.” "A friendly visit? Why?" That meant he had no clue of my involvement in his wife’s death, the Luna thought to herself. “I have no idea, Luna.” Magda contemplated. "What would cause the king of all Lycan kings to want to come here unless?" She rose from her chair. "He wants to take one of my daughters as a mate." "But he's a Lycan, and they're werewolves,” Adam knew this couldn’t be the reason.

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.

"You cannot stay out of it even if you wanted to, oh great Lycan King. Your soul and body calls out for her." The Lycan King decided to ignore him. He turned away again, but Luca called him back. "Why do you Kings love to live in denial? You know fully well that you are attracted to her, and that's because she's your mate—" The Lycan King slams his feet on the ground in anger. The building croaked as a result. "She is not my mate!" He screamed with a broken heart. It made perfect sense that he was rejecting me as his mate. I had given him pain in the past. He didn't want to relive that.

He asked, his hot breath slamming on my skin as he closed the distance. My chest heaved as I clenched my fist tightly trying my best to not appear as scared shitless as I was. “Do you have any idea who I am?” He added but his tone wasn't sounding harsh. In fact it still had this same amusement hinted on it. “Alpha Kieran called you the Lycan King,” I replied, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Yes, I am the Lycan King and what you just did is an offence punishable by death,”

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.

“The alternative is war. The King’s enforcers will come. They will take everything—our lands, our pups, our lives. We are not strong enough to stand against Nocturne.” Silence again, heavier this time. Elara felt the pack’s fear like a living thing. She had grown up on stories of the Lycan King—Kael Draven, the wolf who had ended a centuries-long civil war by cutting his own uncle’s throat in front of the entire court. They called him ruthless because mercy had no place in his vocabulary. They called him unbreakable because he had no mate, no weakness. She had never met a Lycan. Few in Crescent had. They were larger, older, stronger—legends made flesh. And their king was the deadliest of the

"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 asked, a stern look masking his gorgeous face. “Yes, my king”, I replied, not wanting to cause any more problems. The last thing I needed was to sabotage this engagement. Lucretia would have my head for it. “You weren't so respectful when we met earlier”, he said this, placing his hands over my clenched fists as I shot him warning glares. Father looked mortified when he heard the Lycan king's report. Lucretia looked like she would faint. “I didn’t know who you were then” I finally answered, after which his fingers gently unclasped mine, before laying heavily on my downturned hands, causing me to gulp. As expected, he found my reaction funny.