The 5-time Rejected Gamma & The Lycan King Wattpad Novelas e Histórias

"They think we’re vulnerable because we’re a 'scandal.' They don't realize we’re a monopoly." Victor smiled—a rare, genuine expression of pride. He leaned down and kissed the top of Julian’s head. "That’s my lion." A notification chimed on Julian's phone. It was an encrypted message from an unknown source. “The Moon Goddess sees the truth, Julian. Your sister isn't the only one with fated blood. Watch the shadows in the office. The Lycan King is coming for what the Alpha rejected.” Julian looked at Victor, his heart racing. "Victor... what is a Lycan King?"

I asked, my voice rising slightly. Alaric slowly raised his head from the documents. He looked at me for a moment before putting them aside. "I know what happened, Sera, but there is nothing we can do about it right now," he replied calmly. "Besides, we still have a lot of things to deal with. We need to find a way to stop the Fire Pack wolf before it starts killing more members of the pack." His words made me even more upset. I understood that he had responsibilities as the Lycan King, especially with the attacks happening around the pack. However, Olivia had been my personal maid. Even though we had experienced problems between us, I had never wished for her death.

"As for your lover, I will hunt him down and tear him limb from limb!" The cold, sharp claws pierced the skin of my neck. Even the warm blood dripping down couldn't thaw the ice in my heart. Suddenly, heavy, powerful footsteps echoed from the hallway. "How bold! Gamma Rowan, I am the terrible rogue lover you speak of. Are you going to tear me limb from limb?" The Lycan King stepped through the doorway. Seeing Rowan's claws at my throat, the King let out a dark, furious laugh. His voice boomed with pure Alpha command.

"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."

“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.

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.

"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."

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.

I rejected Iris, the living reminder of my brother and the years of abuse. Even the thought of Elias made me nauseous. I hate myself for being soft when it came time to finish him. I hope he’s dead in the woods somewhere. But deep down, I know he’s coming back for her and for me as the Lycan King. Goddess knows how. He thought he could come back and disrupt everything I’d built. But he was wrong. This was my territory, my pack.

“This is a mess. How do we even begin to unravel this?” A bitter silence settles over us, broken only by the crackling fire. Damon’s frustration boils over, and he turns on me, his voice laced with anger. “You’re the Alpha, Soren! I’m a guest here. The ultimate decision rests with you, but I still believe we need to cut out the rot that poses as King. Unless you’re relieved to find a way out of this fight?” The accusation in his tone sparks something in me. “We keep going,” I snap back, my voice firm. “We find Lilith and expose her. We save Hilda. And we stop this madness, whatever it takes.”