The Five Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King 소설 & 이야기

“If not she won't be sneaking around behind our packs to go see that Alpha.” His words pierces through me and my hands clenches into fist at my sides. “She isn't sneaking around to go see him, she feels guilty, she wants to help, she won't stop until she helps them. I'm going to pave the way for her without her destroying herself.” “Okay, let me get this. You would rather destroy the rest of us Lycans future instead? We have been building this for years before she even came into the picture.” He’s right. If I wanted to become Lycan king, I had to have a clean record before the supernatural council. The ones that govern the whole species, and associating with the rogue council will put a huge

Xee nodded, "Your kind gesture is appreciated, Aurora." With that, he bent down, placed a lingering kiss on my forehead, and straightened up. He inhaled deeply and started speaking, "I, Xander Stoneheart, the Lycan King, reject you, Katherine Storm as my mate. I wish happiness and peace to come your way." Katherine bowed her head slightly, "I, Katherine Storm, accept the rejection of my mate, Xander Stoneheart. I wish you to spend the rest of your life with the one you love. And I wish happiness and peace to come your way."

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.

Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. “I will not be your mistress, Lucian. If you want me, then you must accept all of me. Flaws and strengths.” The bond screamed inside me. The beast howled in protest. But I had made my choice long ago. I would not drag her into my curse. I met her gaze, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I, Lucian Blackthorn, Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, hereby accept your rejection.” The words hung in the air between us.

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

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.

“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.

The word hung between us. “You think I don’t know what it’s like? To want something you’re not supposed to? I’m the Lycan king. I shouldn't claim a banished Omega carrying another male’s child. My council would call it a weakness. My enemies would call it an opening.” I took the last step. Now we were sharing breath. “And I don’t care.” Her eyes flicked to my mouth, then away. Fast. Guilty. “He’ll come for me. For us. When he finds out I’m here. When he finds out you’re—”

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.

The pack stood in a silent line, watching their Omega ride toward an uncertain fate. She lifted her hand in farewell, the eclipse pendant catching the first rays of sun. Chosen as tribute. Marked for Silverthorn. The journey north had begun. And somewhere far ahead, in a city of eternal twilight, the Ruthless Lycan King awaited—unaware that the threads of destiny were already weaving toward him.