The Lycan King's Rejected Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

She let out a breath and said, "Honestly I think I might get sick." I laughed a little. She smiled weakly. She leaned against the wall. Said, "This is all so crazy. Rejected by an alpha one day because I chose my mother , getting mated to a Lycan Prince the next day…” I said, "You could still say no. If you don’t want it.” She just shook her head. "I know this is sudden " she said. “ I am not sure I want it… but I do know this is something good for us."

But this time was different. I was no longer the Elena who cried in the silver room. "Don't flatter yourself," I sneered. "My mate is Damien. The Lycan King. Why on earth would I regret anything?"

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

There was a pause. Then the first voice again,it is quieter now.“The Lycan king’s condition isn’t just about those rashes and bumps that for on his body. It’s… rejection. Physical violence. Worse still, those women suffer incredibly for touching him… they fall ill and some even… you know, die.” My breath caught. “That’s why all the selected women failed,” the voice continued. “Some collapsed. Some… were carried out. No one lasts.” I stepped back slightly without thinking, my shoulder brushing the pillar.

I couldn’t hold that against him. We dried ourselves off and got dressed. "I know we have a lot to talk about. We will do it after we deal with the vampires that have come to meet you," he said quietly. "I hope you know that killing a long reigning Vampire king was not as easy as you made it seem. You are something else," he whispered and kissed my lips. Electricity buzzed through my lips which made my toes curl. I had missed him. "The vampires that Vasilik sired and were accountable for are now under your rule. You are their Queen now." His thumb caressed my jaw. I blinked. What?

“She has, King. For now. And you need to act. If you delay or hesitate, there’s more at stake than just your pride.” I straightened, feeling the feral tension coil tighter within me. “I am the Lycan King,” I spat, voice low and dangerous. “She is nothing but a wolf. A pawn. And yet I feel as though she has my hand tied. That she has managed to bend me to her whims with a single declaration.”

"I shouldn't have rejected you, I shouldn't have failed the Moon Goddess' arrangement. You are my mate, the only mate the moon goddess has granted. I can feel the mate bond between us. " "Please forgive my previous offense, and please take back the punishment for the rosebud pack. I am willing to apologize to you in front of all the werewolves. I want to marry you and become your wife." The Lycan King's expression was complicated. He seemed briefly touched, but when he glanced at My wrist and thought of the servant reporting to him that I had slit my wrists to show my determination to be with Daniel, his expression returned to indifference once again. "It's ridiculous. Someone rejected me at

"No, Faris. I would never harm a member of my family like you have done. But I will tell you this. I will no longer sit around and watch you drive this city into the ground. You are a disgrace to the title of Lycan King and the Lyall name." "If you feel that way, you can leave too," I snap at her. "There is no need to banish me, Son," she says. "I, Ella Lyall, Luna Queen of Lycan City, hereby break all ties with the pack and declare myself rogue." Her words cut me like a knife. I feel her link to the pack break, and my chest burns with regret. But I refuse to let it show. Getting up from my desk, I walk to my office door and pull it open. "You can leave," I tell her. "I will have s

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?!”

Granny said oblivious to what was going on. I could feel sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. I hoped the ceremony would be over soon. I had no idea how long I could endure the pain. “Do you King Arnou, Alpha of the Lycan territory and Lycan of the Merge, take Princess of the Moon Crystal, Former Luna of the Blood Diamond as your wife, mate, High Luna, and Queen of Queens?” “Yes, I do,” Arnou said in a small voice as tears welled up anew in his eyes.