The Rejected beta mated to the lycan king

Kaira you are cursed, I don't think you can be my mate because I don't love you, you don't fit to be in this pack " Beta James spoke those harsh words to Kaira. It really hurt her, she was hated by the pack members, hated by her father who believes she doesn't have to be alive,he hates her right from the day she was born. Rejected five times by strong wolves in the pack and later sent away by her wicked father. At the end she met with a strong Alpha Bruno, thinking she has gotten a savior but she didn't it, not knowing she just begin her suffering and slavery. A powerful lycan king came to her rescue,Kaira thought she will be treated harshly but she doesn't know that the strong lycan king will be his savior. Did Alpha Bruno killed Kaira? How was she able to endure the maltreatment? Was the lycan king able to rescue her,!find out from this interesting story...

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Chapter 4

Kaira was shocked and surprised to learn that Alpha Gareth's bodyguard was around at that time. As she turned to face him, she saw his face contorted with rage. She had no idea what offense she had committed this time.

Beta Harold hated Kaira with a passion. He often punished her, subjecting her to endless maltreatment. Despite this, Kaira accepted her fate, believing that things would eventually turn around, even if she couldn't see it yet.

He moved closer to her and smacked her back, which was covered by a long silk gown. Kaira let out a sharp cry. River, who had been observing the situation, rushed to Harold and grabbed his hand.

Harold, clever and quick to respond, moved away from her and mocked them instead. He clasped his hands defensively and laughed hysterically, staring at Kaira from head to toe.

"What kind of child do you think you gave birth to? Do you really believe she can stay here forever? I know you love her dearly," Beta Harold said furiously as he approached Kaira.

He reached out, intending to strangle her. But River, shaking in pain, rushed to her daughter's aid. "Please don't kill her because of me! I know you hate her, but let her be!" she yelled, gripping her black polo shirt.

Harold's face twisted with rage, and he released Kaira from his grip but twisted her arm painfully. "Just thank the moon goddess that I didn't strangle her to death. I decided to let her go out of pity," he spat, his words dripping with contempt.

Kaira's face wrinkled with fear as she cried and trembled. Harold was one of Alpha Gareth's strongest men.

Luna River moved closer to her daughter, placing a hand on Kaira's shoulder and rubbing her forehead. "Please don't be upset about what Harold did. I'm so sorry. I want you to feel calm because the hatred will eventually stop," she spoke softly to Kaira.

"No problem, Mom. I know Beta Harold hates me with passion, but that won't stop me from knowing that I belong to this pack, and no one can take that away from me," Kaira replied, resting her head on her mother's shoulder.

"I love you, Kaira. You are a special child of the moon goddess," River responded warmly. The two embraced tightly, unwilling to let go.

Beta Harold, watching them in silence, broke the quietness. "Mother and daughter, I can see you both don't want to listen to me. Fine, I'll leave you alone," he mocked, letting out a sinister laugh.

"Please go away, Harold. I don't want to see you again," River protested, her brow furrowed in anger.

Harold quietly slipped away, tiptoeing out of the living room as he closed the door behind him. Once the door was shut, River released her hold on Kaira, gently running her fingers through her daughter's blonde hair.

"I want you to know that you are not cursed. Just believe that. I am here for you; please ignore your father's behavior," River said confidently, and Kaira took a deep breath.

River scrutinized Kaira's forehead and noticed the bruises marking her skin. "Who did this to you? Why is there so much happening on your face? Your forehead is bruised, my baby," River asked in concern.

Kaira's face reflected shock, her eyes wide and unfocused. She remained silent, pulling away from her mother and choosing to sit down on the couch. She hung her head in shame.

River moved closer and placed her hands on Kaira's head. "You're frightening me, Kaira. What do you want me to do for you right now? Why can't you just tell me?" River asked, her voice turning harsh.

Kaira lifted her head and forced a smile. "I'm so sorry, Mom. Lisa and I went to the playground, but the football court was closed. One of the boys kicked a ball, and it hit my forehead. I got hurt," Kaira explained, her expression shifting back to guilt.

"Why can't you be more careful? You know I don't want anyone to hurt you, my beloved daughter," River said seriously.

Kaira lowered her head, feeling shy and avoiding eye contact with her mother. "Mom, I don't want you to worry too much about what happened. Can you get me some food?" Kaira requested.

"Okay, let me get it for you. But first, I need to get some pain relief balm to make you feel better. I don't want your forehead to get disfigured," River replied, placing a comforting hand on Kaira's.

River stood up and went through the door. Kaira took a deep breath and put her finger to her lips, thinking about something.

I need to call Lisa to check on her. I don't want her to feel upset.

She walked over to a brown shelf where a big phone lay idly. She picked it up and dialed Lisa's number, but it went unanswered.

Frustrated and angry, Kaira sat down. She loved Lisa and wanted to ensure she was okay.

Kaira dialed the number again, and Lisa picked up.

"Hello, Lisa. How are you feeling now? I hope you're feeling strong," she inquired about her well-being.

"Yes, thank you very much. I've been trying to reach you because I was feeling uneasy. When I got home, I went straight to the bedroom and took a nap," Lisa replied calmly.

"I hope you applied some balm to your forehead. Is your mom with you?" Kaira asked.

"She went to the nearest pharmacy inside our pack to get some medicine," Lisa relayed.

"Okay, she's getting you some medication. I want you to take care of yourself. Have you started reading?" Lisa asked, trying to be inquisitive.

"Not yet." Kaira touched her neck and felt pain starting to return.

She smiled, and then the pain in her neck disappeared.

"Okay, I'll start reading today," Lisa said before they ended their call.

Kaira stood up in amazement; she had felt intense pain when Harold had strangled her. She was unable to twist her neck before, but now the pain had vanished.

"Wow, the pain is gone! I really thank the Moon Goddess," she exclaimed, her mouth curling into a smile.

She went to her room to check herself in the mirror.

"I look so beautiful, but why am I rejected by men? I don't have boyfriends like my peers. I face rejection all the time," she said to herself, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

She walked majestically around the room, then suddenly thought of James.

"I haven't heard from James. He's the only friend I have. Why is he behaving this way? I'm 18 now, and in just a couple of years, I'll be 19. Maybe James won't reject me like the others."

"You are loved and special, Kaira; just have confidence in yourself," Ziva, her beautiful wolf, encouraged her.

Then she noticed footsteps approaching, and her heart began to pound, beating faster in her chest.

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I was smoothing the red silk of my dress over a baby bump only I knew existed, preparing to tell my husband, the ruthless King of Chicago, that he was finally going to be a father. But before I could share the news, the ballroom fell silent. A woman walked in wearing a gold dress that was barely legal. It was Serena, the woman from the photos I had received just hours ago. She walked right up to us and handed Michael a silver tie clip. "You left this in the suite, Michael," she purred in front of the entire city's elite. When I demanded she leave, she smirked and threw her glass of red wine all over me. The liquid soaked into my dress, looking like a gunshot wound right over my womb. I waited for Michael to defend me. To throw her out. Instead, he looked at the crowd, terrified of a scandal. "Don't make a scene, Liv," he hissed, his eyes cold. "Go upstairs and change. I'll handle this." He turned his back on me and walked away with his mistress, leaving me dripping in crimson and humiliation. My mother found me sobbing in the bedroom and slapped me sober. "Tears are for the weak," she said. "Tonight, Michael Thorne loses everything." We froze his assets. We destroyed his reputation. But that wasn't enough. I wanted to break his soul. I looked down at my stomach. I would protect this child, but his father would never know he existed. "Tell him I lost the baby," I whispered to the butler, my voice trembling with rage. "Tell him the stress caused a miscarriage. Tell him he killed his heir." Tonight, the golden cage opens. And Michael Thorne is about to find out that even a canary has claws.

Action Mafia Modern

9.6

DANGEROUS CRAVINGS: SINFULLY TANGLED WITH MY STEPBROTHER

9.6

Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand. At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms. But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates. Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face. What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.

Action LGBT+Mafia Modern

8.0

His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power

8.0

After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Dangerous Uncle

9.1

I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five. But Silas didn't say "I do." He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone. He left me for a waitress named Lola. The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash. When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize. He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress. He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her. He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps. He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void. Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle. The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen. "Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?" I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me. "I do," I whispered. Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.

Action Mafia Romance

7.3

IDNAPPED ON WEDDING DAY AND BONDED TO THE MAFIA KING

7.3

e didn't come to stop my wedding to Daniel. He came to claim me for himself. One moment I was walking toward "I do" - toward Daniel, my safe, predictable future. Next, his men stormed the church, and I was dragged from the altar in my lace dress, veil torn, dreams shattered. I became the prize of the most dangerous man in the city. Eric Moretti. The Mafia King. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. Hands that have ended lives... and now own mine. "Daniel can't protect you," he growled against my ear that first night, locking me in his penthouse. "He never could. But me, Seraphina? I'll owe you. Cherish you. Destroy anyone who looks at you twice. You're mine now." I fought him. I screamed. I clawed. He pinned my wrists above my head and showed me exactly what resistance costs. But somewhere between the silk sheets and the dangerous midnight confessions, hate began to blur with something far more terrifying-need. His touch sets my skin on fire. His voice commands my pulse. And when he looks at me like I'm the only light in his dark world, I forget Daniel's name. I forget I was ever meant to be someone else's bride. "I should let you go," he admits one night, lips trailing down my throat. "Send you back to your safe little life with Daniel. But I'm a selfish bastard. And you... You've gotten under my skin, Bella." But in his world, love is a death sentence. Enemies circle. Betrayal festers. And when they come for him, they'll have to go through me-the bride who stopped being a captive the moment I chose to stay. They say the Mafia King has no heart. They're wrong. He gave it to me-and I'll burn this city down before I let anyone take it from him.me to add more tension between Eric and Daniel, or make Daniel a bigger threat?

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Mafia Bride

8.4

Forced into a cold-blooded marriage to settle a family debt, a young woman becomes the unwilling bride of a powerful mafia heir. Trapped in a world of violence and secrets, she must navigate the dangerous power struggles of the underworld while living with a man who is as lethal as he is captivating. As their forced union sparks an unexpected and intense attraction, she realizes that her heart might be in more danger than her life.

Mafia Modern Romance

The Rejected beta mated to the lycan king

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