He Deposed Me For His Mate, Now I'm Bound To Two Hot Lycan Brothers!

Her mate was standing not too far from her and the moment he turned around, she knew that he'd noticed her presence. While others would be very excited at the thought of being personally paired by the goddess, she was not. It was this mate bond stuff that ruined her years of marriage to Frederick. It's because of it that she suffered undue humiliation in her former pack and almost lost her life. While it was something desired by others, she felt revulsed by it, even though the smell of her mate was inebriating. As he made his way unhurriedly to her, she already made a decision. To hell with the damn mate bond. She would survive without it. Even though initiating a rejection would cause pain, she was still up for it. The moment her mate was close enough, she saw his eyes glowing slightly with an intent to possess. He was tall, ripped, and even though his face was masked and also covered by a hood, she had a gut feeling that he wasn't ugly. However, she was resolved not to let his voice sway her. "Mate... Mine!" she heard him say. If anything, she could tell he was trying hard not to jump at her and just mark her right away. "No," she said, forcing herself not to inhale any more of his scent. "What?" the latter was confused. "What do you mean, young lady?" "I'm not yours. I don't like you," "Ah, that's no issue. You can begin to like me with time. The goddess never makes a mistake, Princess Xylia," he chuckled, closing in on her. As she retreated, she thought of ways to escape. "Little witch, even if you escape now, I'll come for you. You're my mate after all. The moon goddess had decided, you're now overdue to leave your father's home, dear," Xylia shook her head, "I don't agree with this. I Xylia Gemm hereby reject you as mate forever," Saying this, she got hit by a crushing pain in her chest that quickly spread all over her body. Though she had expected discomfort, she hadn't been prepared for this sort of pain. The mate bond would be gone fully only if her mate rejected her too. That would mean double pain for her since she was the initiator of the rejection but she didn't care. As she doubled over in pain and blood trickled out of her mouth, she encouraged him to do the same. The latter had a hand clutching his chest, obviously feeling some discomfort there but she knew the pain he was feeling was only half of hers. "Reject... me," she managed to say. He had to otherwise her efforts would be nothing. She would suffer this pain for nothing because if the other fated mate refuses to accept the rejection and also reject the initiator, then the mate bond will return to how it was, like there was never any strain or prick on it. "Hurry!" she managed to say while retreating. In response, the man simply took off his mask and hood and she could finally see the looks of her mate. He had coffee-brown hair, blue eyes, chestnut-coloured lips and a chiselled face. One look at him would make many females wish to carry his children. Although there was a scar that ran from his right eyebrow down his lower eyelid, it only seemed to serve the purpose of beautification. His aura had also changed to a murderous one, "You want to reject someone as good-looking as me?" at this point, his eyes were glowing red. Xylia who was retreating still nodded. Even though the pressure he was putting on her was too much, she wouldn't raise the white flag just yet. "Hurry up and reject me you bastard," she said through clenched teeth. The latter only sneered, "Kyle Norman. Remember that name, witch princess. You can never escape my clutches and also I hate to disappoint you. After seeing your fine features, my cock rose to attention. You are one special woman and I'm not going to let you go. Whatever the Lycan king wants, he gets. I do not accept your fucking rejection, Xylia. Deal with it," After saying those words he turned around and left. Xylia felt her neck as she coughed. His aura just now was suffocating. Although she had become a certified witch, she was only a low-ranked one and couldn't even fly like her father. And her dad had encouraged her by saying she was a genius for being able to achieve this feat even though she was already past the required age. Xylia had been training day and night under her father and many other honourable teachers that he'd invited to the palace. Those teachers wouldn't have bothered to teach her anything if she wasn't the princess and sometimes it made her feel down. Then there was this personal guard assigned to her recently called Blade. He often encouraged her, he was like the brother she never had. Over the couple of past months, he was always nearby, watching her train with other teachers whose job was to help her unlock her witch side. It was his encouragement that helped her greatly not to give up. Now after what she experienced under Kyle Norman, a fire lit up in her eyes. Gone was the satisfaction of being a low-ranked witch. She had to get stronger, enough to force that conceited bastard to submit and fucking accept the rejection. He just made her efforts go to waste tonight; she won't forget this. With this new goal in mind, she slowly rose to her feet and made her way back to her room. Upon entering the hallways, she encountered a palace maid and she asked the latter to convey to her father that she wasn't feeling well and needed some rest. Xylia pretended to keep an elegant and dignified look even though the pain coursing through her veins made her want to faint right now. "Noted, my princess. Do you need my help?" the maid asked, noticing that the princess didn't feel like usual. However, Xylia shook her head and managed a small smile. "No need, I can make it on my own. If you see my personal maid at the venue, tell her to come tend to me," with this order, she and the maid parted ways. Upon getting into her room, Xylia collapsed on the floor, spitting out blood.