Rejected By My Lycan Prince

I’m just an Omega from a rural pack, but I saved the Lycan Prince. His Highness brought me to the city, but it’s like he’s a completely different person now. He avoids me like I’m some kind of plague, disgusted by my lack of etiquette and refinement. Then, at the Moonlight Festival, the Lycan King offered to arrange a mate for me. My gaze swept past the Prince, landing on the Beta who’d been flirting with me all evening. “Your Majesty,” I said, pointing at him, “he’s the most handsome. I choose him.” There were two loud clatters—one as the Prince dropped his goblet, the other as the Beta knocked over his plate, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s settled then,” he said, his dimples deepening. “I’m the most handsome, so you’re stuck with me.” ============================== “Miss Zoey, the Prince is busy and can’t see you.” I’d barely stepped foot near the palace gates when I was stopped. Zaiden, the Omega servant by the Prince’s side, looked at me apologetically.

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I returned to the small courtyard where I was staying, feeling a heavy weight in my chest. Beatrice, my loyal Omega, noticed my downcast expression and tried to comfort me. “The Lycan Prince is busy with pack affairs. He’s not avoiding you on purpose,” she said softly.

I shook my head, not saying a word, and sank onto the steps, staring blankly at the ground. The weather was nice today, with a gentle breeze—perfect for a pack run. Back in the rural pack, whenever the weather was good, Oscar would take me to the outskirts for a run. He said running wild under the moon could make us feel free, like we could reach places we couldn’t see. Maybe we could even feel the presence of the Moon Goddess and make a wish. A wish for Zoey to always be happy and free.

But here in the city, I couldn’t find anyone who would run with me. The city was bustling, full of life and energy, even the conversations in the cafes seemed more vibrant than the ones in my old pack. Yet, after half a month here, I still felt out of place. The square courtyards, the tall, imposing walls—everything felt so dull and confining.

Beatrice asked me what was on my mind. “I want to run under the moon,” I said quietly.

She hesitated for a long moment before finally saying, “Maybe I could ask the Lycan Prince to take you out…?”

I grabbed her arm and shook it excitedly. “Beatrice, you’re the best! I knew you’d understand!”

She laughed, trying to steady herself as I kept shaking her. “Alright, alright! Just let me go, Zoey!”

I let go, a small smile breaking through my melancholy. Beatrice was my anchor in this unfamiliar place, and for a moment, the city didn’t feel quite so suffocating.

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The greenhouse was my sanctuary in a pack house that had never felt like home. Dawn hadn't yet broken when I slipped inside, the familiar scent of damp soil and blooming flowers wrapping around me like an embrace I'd long been denied elsewhere. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the watering can—a weakness I couldn't afford to show outside these glass walls. I focused on the white lilies, my favorites. Their pure petals reminded me of what I once was—hopeful, untainted. Before the mate bond that became my prison. "You're wilting too, aren't you?" I whispered to a drooping bloom, gently supporting its stem. My wolf, Luna, whimpered softly in the back of my mind. Once silver and strong, she now barely stirred, weakened by the sickness that had been consuming us both since I gave too much blood to save William three years ago. A sudden tremor ran through my bones, stronger than the usual morning weakness.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.6

Breaking Free from the Mate's Betrayal

8.6

The morning of my mate ceremony dawned with a brilliance that matched the lightness in my heart. I stood before the mirror in my ceremonial dress—silver silk that caught the sunlight streaming through my window, embroidered with the Silvermoon Pack symbol over my heart. My fingers trembled as I adjusted the delicate crescent moon pendant at my throat. "Today's the day," my wolf, Luna, whispered inside me. "Today Archer claims us as his." I smiled, feeling her excitement mirror my own. After years of waiting, of knowing in our souls that Archer Gibson was our destined mate, we would finally complete the bond that had been growing between us since childhood. "Helen!" Elena, Archer's younger sister, burst into my room without knocking. "Everyone's gathering at the ceremonial grounds. Archer sent me to make sure you're ready." I nodded, unable to speak past the lump of emotion in my throat. Elena's eyes sparkled with happiness for me—she had always been my strongest supporter in the pack.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.3

Confessions of the Alphas

7.3

"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." *** As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

My Alpha Groom Rejected Me for His Pregnant Mistress

8.8

The sacred grounds of the Shadowclaw Pack glowed under the waxing moon as I stood at the altar, my white ceremonial gown whispering against the cool night air. My heart hammered against my ribs—not from fear, but from the weight of what this moment meant. The future of both our packs rested on this union. "Are you ready?" Elder Morris asked, his weathered face solemn as he held the ancient binding scroll. I nodded, my fingers instinctively touching my throat where Jake's mark would soon be placed. "I am." The crowd of both Crescent Moon and Shadowclaw wolves fell silent as Jake approached, his Alpha aura rippling through the clearing. He looked every bit the future Alpha in his formal attire, though something in his eyes seemed distant tonight. "By the power of the Moon Goddess," Elder Morris began, "we gather to witness the joining of two bloodlines, two packs, two souls—" A commotion erupted at the edge of the gathering. Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd as a figure pushed through the assembled wolves. "Stop!" The voice was female, desperate and breathless.

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7.8

My Alpha’s Rejection Led Me to the Lycan King

7.8

The bonfire for the Summer Solstice Run roared against the night sky, sending sparks dancing toward the moon, but I had never felt colder. Standing in the shadows of the tree line, I leaned heavily on my cane, my prosthetic leg aching in the damp earth. The air was thick with the scent of pine and excited wolves preparing to shift, a primal joy I had been denied for ten years. I wasn't supposed to be here. As a wolfless Omega, I was a stain on the Silvercreek Pack’s perfect image. But I had come to see him. Spencer. I shifted my weight, wincing as the strap of my prosthetic rubbed against the scar tissue of my stump. Through the crowd, I saw him. Spencer Hall, the Alpha I had sacrificed everything to save.

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8.1

Rejected for Chosen Mate

8.1

Three years. Three years of blood and exhaustion, of negotiating with hostile Alphas and surviving rogue attacks that should have killed me. Three years of believing that when I finally came home, Colin would be waiting. The Silvermoon Pack territory stretched before me as I crossed the border, familiar and achingly wrong all at once. My wolf stirred weakly inside me—she'd barely recovered from the cliff fall two months ago, when rogues ambushed us in the neutral lands. The jagged scar along my ribcage still ached with every breath, a reminder of how close I'd come to never making it home at all. But I had made it. I'd secured alliances with five packs, negotiated territorial agreements that expanded Silvermoon's influence across the entire northern region. Colin's dream of becoming the most powerful Alpha King was within reach, built on the foundation I'd laid with my own broken bones and spilled blood. The pack house came into view, and my heart clenched.

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