Rejected By The Alpha King, Claimed By The Lycan King
Scarlet Underwood had always fancied herself in love with Alpha Alex, she always knew he would be the one she would get married to. It was a dream come true to finally walk down the aisle and become not only his mate but the Luna of the pack.
However, everything came crashing down when Kayla, Scarlet's best friend, claimed she was pregnant with Alpha Alex's child.
Hurt, betrayed, and angry, Scarlet runs away.
She gets attacked by rogues but is saved by Damien, the feared Lycan King, and it is painfully obvious by the sparks flying that they are mates.
Damien, the reclusive Lycan King, is unsure what to do with his mate.
He harbors a dark secret that may threaten to harm her if she chooses to stay with him, but he can't deny the burning attraction and pull he feels to her.
Will Scarlet open up her heart to the possibility of love after having been burned once?
And will Damien find a way around the curse and claim his mate?
Join Damien and Scarlet on their journey of love, sacrifice, and betrayals!!!
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Chapter 2
Scarlet's pov
I turned to Alpha Alex with desperation, waiting for him to refute her claims, but he remained silent.
"Tell me she is lying?" My voice cracks, but I don't care.
The chapel is deadly silent, and I can feel the eyes of all the pack members on me, but I still do not care.
"Tell me it isn't true!" I screamed when Alpha Alex remained silent.
His silence spoke volumes, and I could feel my heart cracking with each passing second.
"You were going to marry me and mark me when you had already marked another?" I asked with astonishment.
It wasn't a secret that wolves could only mark one person whom they chose to spend the rest of their lives with.
Marking another person while your marked mate was still alive would cause pain, excruciating pain on the second wolf being marked, and he or she could run mad or even die if they were unable to bear the pain.
My heart cracked a little more when I realized he was ready to do that to me.
He was ready to put me through all that pain.
"Kayla and I have been lovers." He admitted without remorse and I felt the ground falling from under me.
My utopia, everything I thought was perfect, comes crashing down.
"Then why marry me and not her? Why put me through this sort of humiliation?" I clutched my chest.
"Our marriage was prearranged since our parents were alive." He revealed, and I recoiled like I had been slapped.
I never knew there was an understanding between our parents.
Here I had been for years, pining away at someone who only viewed me as an obligation to be fulfilled.
Flashbacks of when I tried to engage him in conversation and get him to open up to me popped up in my mind, and I cringed.
"Our marriage was an arrangement, one which I couldn't break off, but my heart belongs to Kayla." He turned and looked at her with tenderness in his eyes.
Raw pain and betrayal welled up within me.
"You knew more than anyone how much I loved him, Kayla. How could you do this to me?" I whispered brokenly.
"You were too self-centered and self-absorbed. If you took a minute and thought about me for a moment you would have realized it." She sneered.
I scanned her face, wondering where my best friend, who promised to fight the world against me, was.
"You are despicable." I spat out.
"I am with child for Alpha Alex, I am in a delicate condition, and I refuse to allow the heir to the alpha bloodline to be ignored and tossed aside." She informed me.
"Why are you doing this, Kayla? Why are you doing this to me?" A sob raked through my body.
"You took everything away from me. I'm merely returning the favor." She shrugged with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Alpha Alex, you knew how much I loved you," I whispered as tears clouded my vision.
" I cannot marry you, Scarlet, I do not love you." Alpha Alex retorted.
My head was spinning, this was all too much for me to bear.
I turned to the pack members, and they gazed at me with sickening pity.
I felt like the walls were closing in on me, and my wolf scratched within me, begging to be set free.
Kayla had moved towards Alpha Alex, and he cradled her in the nest of his arms.
The sight was too much for me to bear, and I did the only thing I possibly could.
I jumped off the altar and ran.
I ran as fast as my feet could take me, fisting my gown in my hands so that I wouldn't trip over it.
Air caressed my face as I ran, and my vision blurred with unshed tears.
I felt stupid, naive, and humiliated.
I had no idea where I was running to; all I knew was that I had to get as far away from this pack as I possibly could.
Along the way, I ditched the ridiculous heels and ran barefoot.
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Night had begun to fall as I stumbled around the forest, unsure where I was or where I was headed.
My feet hurt, my whole body hurt, and my heart bled at the betrayal of not only the man I used to love but my best friend.
A twig snapped behind me, and I turned, my wolf perking up at the sound.
"Who is there?" I asked, my voice hoarse from crying.
I hear another twig snap to the side, and the hair behind my neck stands on high alert.
It is then that I smell them.
Rogues...the vile and unmistakable stench that seems to follow them wafts in the air.
I growled as one slowly stalks out of the shadows.
"Don't come any closer." I bared my canines, trying to scare it off, but it was undeterred by my warnings.
One by one, they come out of the shadows, and it is painfully obvious that I am outnumbered.
My stance becomes defensive, and when the first one leaps at me, I am ready and claw at its face, sending it whimpering to the floor.
Adrenaline surges within me, and when all of them pounce at me, I do everything I can to fend them off.
I wasn't going down without a fight.
I sunk my claws deep into their skin and ignored them as they tugged on my once-white gown.
A howl of pain leaves my lips when one of them bites into my side, dragging my flesh apart.
I drop to the floor as blood slowly stains my fabric.
Now they are slower and more deliberate in their movements, almost as if they wanted to instill fear in me.
One, whom I now identify as their leader, howls into the night before baring its canines at me, his intention written on his face.
He is going to kill me.
And suddenly, Alpha Alex and Kayla's betrayal is the last thing on my mind.
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7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.
7.2
Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante.
When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan.
"Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side.
Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud.
When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison.
The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt.
Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper.
Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love.
Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart?
Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light.
She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug.
This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave.
9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.
8.5
Sera was the obedient, spoiled Hollywood socialite of the Beaumont family, completely devoted to her fiancé, Ethan.
But her life ended in a freezing Eastern European warehouse, chained to a damp concrete floor.
Right before she died, her captors shoved the transfer documents in her face. Ethan had sold her to human traffickers to cover his massive underground gambling debts.
While she suffered in absolute hell, her adoptive mother went on national television.
She squeezed out fake tears, publicly framing Sera for stealing family funds and eloping with a secret lover.
Sera's reputation was completely destroyed, and she was left to die a miserable, agonizing death in the dark.
She didn't understand why her family treated her like a disposable piece of trash.
She understood even less how the man who promised to marry her could hand her over to monsters without a second thought.
When she opened her eyes again, the biting cold and heavy iron chains were gone.
She was back five years in the past.
She was lying on a hotel bed, her limbs heavy with date-rape drugs, while a predatory Hollywood director hovered inches from her face.
It was the exact "exclusive audition" Ethan had arranged to exploit her for the very first time.
Sera didn't scream. With lethal, practiced precision, she shattered the director's wrist and brought a heavy crystal ashtray down on his skull.
The bleeding man collapsed onto the carpet and whimpered.
"Ethan promised... he said you'd be compliant..."
Staring at his pathetic face, a cold, predatory smile stretched across Sera's lips.
This time, she was going to systematically dismantle their lives.