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 7
Scarlet's POV
I didn't know what this was, but whatever the Moon Goddess had planned, I wanted no part of it.
Without a second thought, I walked out on everyone, ignoring the growing murmurs behind me.
"Scarlet!" Damien called after me, but I didn't respond.
I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I needed to get away.
The Moon Goddess had to be insane, pairing me with someone like him.
Just then, his hand caught mine and spun me around. My body trembled as his fingers brushed against my waist.
"Let me go!" I snapped, yanking at his grip, just as we both lost balance.
He stumbled backward, losing hold of me, and in the process, tripped my leg. I fell straight onto him-lips to lips.
I stared at him, stunned, then tried to scramble away, but his grip tightened.
"Let me go, Damien!" I shouted, pounding against his chest, but he held on firmly.
His brows furrowed, then softened into an amused smile as he finally released me.
"You see me as some kind of monster?" he asked, standing up and offering a hand.
"This is how you thank me for saving your life?"
"I never asked you to do anything," I said coldly. "So thank you, and now can you please sever the mate bond already?"
"Seriously? Are you kidding right now? Do you even understand what the Moon Goddess-"
"Damn the Moon Goddess!" I screamed, barely keeping my temper in check.
"Do I look like I give two fucks about her? Huh?" I spat, tears burning beneath my eyes.
I shut them tightly before speaking through clenched teeth. "Where was she when my friend Kayla was screwing my mate?"
"Scar-"
"Save it!" I snapped, cutting him off before he could say another word.
I didn't care what he or the Moon Goddess had to say.
I was done being the fool who trusted too easily.
Done being the naive girl everyone used and tossed aside the moment I wasn't convenient anymore.
"I'm not going to be your Luna, Alpha Damien," I said, wiping away the tears streaming down my cheeks. "And it's obvious your pack agrees with that."
Before I could leave, Callan and Emma appeared, both of them looking at me with what could only be pity.
I didn't mean to be rude, but the pain eating me from the inside wouldn't let me pretend.
I wasn't healed yet, and this proposal? It was too much.
I couldn't, and wouldn't, accept it.
"You can all find someone else to be your Luna. I'm not taking part in this twisted prophecy you think the Moon Goddess gave you!" I shouted, turning to leave.
"Scarlet, wait!" Emma, the pack doctor, called after me, but I didn't look back.
"I just need some air," I muttered, pushing through the stunned pack members and shutting the door behind me.
And then I heard it.
Voices, their whispers. Each of them is talking about Kayla and Alex. My name slipping off someone's lips like poison.
"She took her best friend's mate," someone said. The words stopped me cold in my tracks.
"Seriously? How does she still look so innocent after that?" another voice added, full of venom.
"I think she just wants to be Luna by any means necessary."
And then, the final blow.
"She's a whore."
"Whore!"
They all echoed it. Like a chant.
I turned around slowly, facing the palace once again.
Fists clenched. Face burning.
No more tears. Just rage. I let out a scoff in disbelief. Staring at the pack members one after the other. "And where did you hear those ridiculous rumors from?" I started.
At this point, I had no choice but to speak for myself. It was clear now, Kayla had declared war.
"Huh?! Answer me!" I snapped, gripping the hem of my garment tightly, trying to steady my breathing.
Silence fell. No one dared speak, except one woman from the crowd.
"Didn't you steal her mate?"
I turned sharply toward the voice, stunned. "Is that what she told you?" My voice cracked with disbelief.
"You don't have to lie," another voice added. "Everyone knows you slept with Alpha Alex. You betrayed Luna Kayla. Jeez, she's your best friend."
"Yeah, it's all out in the open now," someone else muttered.
My heart sank.
So that was it. The whole neighboring pack knew. Every whisper, every sideways glance, it all made sense now.
"For your information," I began slowly, my voice trembling with rage, "I didn't steal her man. It's the other way around."
"Mmm, are you sure?" a voice questioned sarcastically. "Because that's not what it looks like."
My heart thudded painfully in my chest. "Who's spreading these lies? Huh? If you're bold enough, come out and say it to my face!"
I looked around, daring them. My blood boiled. My hands shook.
But no one stepped forward.
"You're all cowards," I spat. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I scanned their judgmental stares.
"We're not cowards," said the same woman who started it all.
She stepped forward. "We're just not stupid. You think showing up here changes the fact that you slept with your best friend's man?"
"Are you serious right now?" I asked through clenched teeth. "And how exactly do you know that?"
"She told us!" several voices chorused.
I paused. My chest rose and fell rapidly. So that's it. Kayla had gone all in. First, she took Alex from me. Now she was out to destroy whatever I had left.
"I didn't steal him," I said, louder this time. "She did. Kayla got pregnant for him behind my back, and ruined my weddind day."
"I bet," the woman scoffed, retreating into the crowd, clearly unconvinced. Murmurs rose all around me. Accusations, disbelief, and disgust followed.
They'd already made up their minds.
No matter what I said, they wouldn't listen. I had once thought of leaving the pack, even turned down Damien's offer to be his Luna... but now?
Now, they had given me the one thing I didn't know I needed: a reason.
A reason to rise.
If they wouldn't give me respect, I'd take it.
And when I do, every one of them, every single one-will pay.
Storming back inside, I headed straight to Damien.
Just as I flung the door open, I stood in front of him. My breath fanned his face.
Wiping my face, I said clearly, "Help me get revenge on Kayla and Alex... and I'll reconsider being your Luna."
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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.