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Judith jumped into the conversation as though it were indeed what we had been discussing. Dad sits on the edge of the clothing-filled couch. “It is as simple as stating. I, then your name, reject, then your mate's name, as my mate.” His saddened look forces me to question it. “Why do you look so sad?” I ask. “The fact that the two of you may have to reject your mate after finally finding them will be terrible. Hey, but if one of you rejects a Lycan, Devin is available.” His voice turns high-spirited as he looks at me with hope. “After what he pulled, no thanks. I still care, but he crossed that boundary and cannot return from it.” I huff as I pull a pile of clothes back into my closet into t

I breathe, looking at the mate who rejected me more than two years ago. Stefan was my first mate, I was ecstatic when we found each other but he had other plans for me. He slept with me and then rejected me like I was no one. He left the city to pursue his music career but failed. I grabbed my purse and rushed for the door but I couldn't reach it when he grabbed my wrist and spun me to him, I expected to feel the sparks I once did for him but his touch was cold. I looked into his brown eyes that I once loved with everything in me and then to the face I thought was most handsome, it wasn't anymore, he was just an average Lycan.

"Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the sense that they have to find the people they love themselves." A young boy in the group said. "Your pa is a little bit close. But Lycans can have mates. But they're very rare and precious. So there's still a bit of hope for me and my forest green clad boobies." The girl retorted. The entire group laughed and continued talking in reduced voices. I was so engrossed in listening to their discussion that I had stopped walking. Eden noticed that my steps had slowed so he came back and held my arm. A bit forcefully while keeping

“Any issue, Elder?” Mara’s lips thinned. “The Council has not approved this union. The old laws are clear: a rejected Lycan mate belongs to no one. She has a Lycan son by another. She carries your Lycan child without our sanction.” “Our Lycan daughter,” I corrected, stepping around Darius. My voice shook but I wouldn’t let it break. “She is our daughter, and she kicked during the bond. You felt it.” Every Lycan in the courtyard had felt it. The power surge. The moonlight. The proof.

he asked, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. Mason shook his head, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation. “No, I don’t. What the hell is going on?” “I’m a Lycan, a creature of pure energy, bound by ancient laws,” Ste-phen explained, his voice echoing with a raw, untamed power. “And you, Mason, are my mate. You’re the only one who can contain my power, the only one who can keep me from losing control.” Mason stared at him, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal guy. I can’t control anything.”

Aurora stared. “Lycans,” he continued, “are older. Wilder. The Moon Goddess may create the bond, but Lycans are dominant enough to resist the snapping of it. If your mate — the king — refused the rejection, then the bond lingers. Muted, strained, but still alive.” “But I don’t want it!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I meant every word. I don’t choose him.” “Then you must break it another way,” Malrick said gently. “Forcefully. Permanently. A spoken rejection from your heart is powerful, yes — but for a mate like him… it may not be enough.”

“He’s a man who would bury himself deep within his own aching heart just to protect those around him.” Lylah’s eyes squinted. “What do you mean?” “I heard that many years ago, during the Mask Ceremony, Lord Lucas’s mate rejected him for a Southern noble Lycan. She claimed Lord Lucas wasn’t enough.” Lylah’s lips parted in disbelief. “Is she insane? I knew it. Mating bonds suck.” “I heard she’s a dark-skinned female Lycan, one of the most beautiful women in the realm.” Lylah scoffed and mumbled under her breath, “Beauty, my ass.”

The mark of the mate can be overpowered by another mate depending upon the intensity and connection a lycan can have with another male. I always saw that happen in my village. If I am the woman he’s talking about, then he can easily do that to me and I would be free from Zuleik finally. But the joy I am expecting to see in his eyes did not happen. Instead, I saw sadness and fear in them. “We are karmic mates. We love each other. We yearn for each other.” “But?” I asked in anticipation when he did not finish his sentence. “But we also naturally reject each other as mates. That’s the curse between us, Alana.”

“You do realize we're both lycans right? I mean, our mate and us. So the chances of rejection is smaller than a thin line.” “Hell. I didn't even think about that.” I ran my hands through my hair frustrated about the whole thing. As lycans, we can only be fated once in a lifetime whether to a lycan or a fellow werewolf. Werewolves usually had second chances and so could reject each other easily. For us lycans, it's quite different and the first partner to reject the other suffers a worse fate than the other. He'll probably not reject me, he'll rather wait for me to reject him.

Jarek spits back at me before turning on his heels and heading to his first period class. Instead of going to class I lean back against the lockers and try to pull myself together. When I was born without a wolf I always knew that it would be a possibility that I would be rejected by my own kind because of it. I just never thought that I would be rejected by my mate. The mate bond is something that is sacred among werewolves and lycans. Your mate is supposed to be your other half. The person that was put on this earth to complete you. It is rare for someone to deny the mate bond, but it isn’t unheard of. So, here I sit, the daughter of the Lycan King, rejected and tossed aside like a piece o