Novel & Cerita The Five Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King

For the pain inflicted upon me has become the fuel that will ignite my transformation, propelling me toward a future where my strength will be my guiding light. POV: LIAM Reluctantly, I found myself compelled to attend the gathering, as it was my solemn duty as the Lycan King. The Dawn Rise pack, while not boasting superior strength or wealth, managed to thrive and survive through the strength of their alliances. Despite the Alpha and Luna's lack of intellectual acumen, their dedication and earnest efforts as leaders were admirable. As the celebratory event commenced, an announcement reverberated through the air, revealing the decision to pass on the mantle of Alpha to their son, Dylan. It w

"And I don't know what to do. I know I shouldn't panic, but I can't help it. Where did the Lycan King go to?" "To find my father. How is the pack going down?" I asked, my voice filled with peace until he replied back. "We've just received a new record of fifty deaths in just two minutes. They weren't sick. They weren't injured or fired at. They just fell and dropped dead. Not just from a section of the pack. All over. The wolves are dying mysteriously. It seems like we've greatly offended the goddess. I've informed the Gammas to cleanse themselves. We've got to visit the moon tonight." Jace panicked as he explained. I'd never seen this version of him since I arrived at this pack.

Also another betrayer to be rid of. The woman, Stacy, I think was her name, looked genuinely hurt. If only she knew what she did, or rather didn't do, in my previous life. "Lady Vivian... this man, he is one of the Lycan princes. If we get rid of him, we will be getting rid of one of the major pillars of the Lycan pack," she explained it slowly to me as if I was confused. But I wasn't, I was seeing more clearly than I ever have.

The guardians themselves stilled, their molten eyes fixed on this singular figure, as though even they recognized his power. “Erebus!” Rafael’s voice rang out, hard as steel. “You dare set foot on Lycan soil?” The shadow king tilted his head, almost amused. His voice, when it came, was deep and resonant, echoing as if carried on the wind from every direction at once. “Lycan soil?” He let the words linger, tasting them. “This soil belonged to the Elders long before you claimed dominion. I am here to take back what was stolen.”

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

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.

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."

"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,"

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.

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?"