The Five Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then I looked at her with deadly coldness before speaking in a serious voice that everyone heard clearly "I, Alexander Morganth, King of the Lycans..." I paused for a few short seconds before continuing "I reject you as my mate, Maria."

There’s so many things I want to ask him personally, but I also want to form a diplomatic relation to them so that the Penston Pack will be safe the moment he wages a huge attack that is known to be postponed due to the King being ‘uninterested’. And that he’ll attack surprisingly and enslave all packs in the world to the Lycan Monarchy. I can’t afford to have the Penston Pack be a casualty to that. Aside from that, there are things I want to know about him personally. Did he really kill his mother, the late Lycan Queen? Did he actually throw his sister out of the Imperial Pack? Is he really a tyrant? Nah, he’s definitely a tyrant. “What, what was delivered, Gamma?” I ask, intrigued standing

The room erupted in chaos as the other lycans rose to their feet, their faces contorted in anger and confusion. I knelt before him, hands clasped in a desperate plea. “Forgive me, sire. It’s my fault. I’ll instantly reject you. I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Ethan, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Ethan struck me. “How dare you reject me, you foolish creature!” he growled. Another stinging slap landed on my face, forcing me onto the hard stone floor. “How does a lowly nobody like you dare to reject me?!”

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal. Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" I blinked at him, not knowing how to take the news. I guess that explained the weird sensations I felt whenever he spoke, looked at me, or touched me. "I do not want a mate, much less one that looks like she can open her legs that easily…" What?! He was indirectly calling me a whore. I wasn't a whore; I was a virgin until last night. The bloodstains on the sheets should prove that. "Excuse m—" "I, London Knight, Alpha King, and Lycan Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby reject you—"

“Don’t give me that. You’ve been off all night. You barked at me like a rabid wolf in front of my pack.” “I needed air,” he snapped. “I’m going outside.” I raised my hand before he could reach the door. The lock clicked shut on its own. That’s the power the curse has over me. Beyond the wolf powers, I can do the unthinkable. And that’s why I’m the Lycan king. He froze. “What the hell are you doing?” “Having a conversation. One we clearly need to have.” “If this is about Scarlet—” “It’s about a lot of things,” He cut in.

He leaned back into his chair and had a small smile playing on his lips, “Ask him to take a chosen mate so that we all can meet him and discuss our problems openly.” I gazed at the fuc*ker and brought several lines on my forehead, “We all are representing Lycan King here. The king is not supposed to meet every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” His sons seemed offended but chose to stay quiet. Smart move. I usually prefer not to attend such meetings but today I was curious to see if Lola was doing fine. She never tried to deny the attraction between us but her hunger for power made her reject me. Her loss. The poor woman rejected a Lycan King.

"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.

“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?”

“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?”