Rejected By My Lycan Prince

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.