FATED FOR THE LYCAN KING

FATED FOR THE LYCAN KING

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"You were never meant to survive." That's what they told Aurelia Thorne when her mate rejected her, her pack cast her out, and the world tried to erase her. But Aurelia didn't die. She disappeared. And came back stronger. One night with a stranger gave her more than comfort-it gave her twins. Now, years later, she's returned to the realm that broke her. Cloaked. Changed. And carrying the truth that could unravel the entire Lycan world. The King doesn't recognize her. Her sons are more than anyone suspects. And the prophecy they tried to bury... is waking. She's not here to be saved. She's here to reclaim what was stolen. To burn down the lies. But when the truth finally comes out... will the King fight beside her- or become the very enemy destiny warned her about?

FATED FOR THE LYCAN KING Chapter 1 THE GIRL THEY FORGOT

I woke up choking on ash and screams.

My body lurched upright before my brain caught up. Sweat soaked my shirt, hair stuck to my neck, heart slamming like I'd run for miles. But I wasn't running. I was in a bed. Thin mattress. Threadbare blanket. Peeling paint overhead. Safe, technically. Though safe doesn't mean much when your nightmares keep dragging you back to the same fire.

Same faces. Same screams.

I rubbed my face hard, trying to erase the ghosts clinging to me. But my hands still shook. My chest still ached.

In the dream, I was eight again. Hiding under the stairs, the smell of blood sharp in the air. My mother's pendant clenched in my fist. My father's last roar echoing in my ears. And then silence. Not the quiet kind. The kind that presses down, heavy and wrong. The kind that meant they weren't getting up.

I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. Cold floor. Cracked tiles. My toes curled. For a second, I let myself stare out the busted window across the alley. Rain tapped the glass like impatient fingers.

It had been twelve years. Twelve years since the Blackfang Pack buried my parents in lies and whispered the word "traitors" loud enough to rot my name with it.

Twelve years since I became the girl they forgot.

Not forgotten like lost. Forgotten like erased. Like if they ignored me hard enough, I'd stop existing. Some days, I thought it worked.

I stood, knees stiff from another night twisted in sleep. My back ached. Too many bruises from training with wolves who thought throwing punches was a good bonding exercise. I didn't flinch anymore when they aimed for the ribs. That had to count for something, right?

The pack house was quiet. Too quiet. That meant I was already late.

I yanked on jeans, a sweater two sizes too big, and stuffed my feet into scuffed boots. The mirror above the sink caught my reflection as I passed.

Plain. That was the goal.

Messy dark hair. Pale skin. Big eyes that didn't meet anyone else's. Nothing that screamed Look at me.

I didn't want attention. Not the kind I got here.

Outside, the rain had turned to mist. I kept my head down as I walked the gravel path toward the mess hall. A pair of betas lounging by the door fell silent as I passed. One snorted. The other muttered something about "wolfless waste." I didn't break stride. Didn't look. Just kept walking like I hadn't heard.

Because if I looked up, I'd have to care.

And caring meant breaking. Again.

The kitchen reeked of eggs and burned toast. I grabbed an apple off the counter, ignoring the sharp gaze of Marla, the head cook. She didn't bother hiding her sneer.

"You missed prep," she said.

I nodded, biting into the apple. Swallowed. "Won't happen again."

It would. We both knew it. My body didn't obey alarms when the past clawed me under every night.

Marla turned away with a humph. I slipped out before she could assign me to dishes.

Back outside, the air felt sharp. The wind cut through my sweater. My boots squelched through wet dirt as I headed for the tree line. I needed air. Space. Something not laced with the scent of wolves who wished I'd stayed gone.

A movement to my left caught my eye.

Milo.

The only wolf who didn't treat me like a stain on the floor. Tall, lanky, with a crooked grin and a perpetual bruise on his jaw from picking the wrong fights. He jogged up beside me, tossing a twig between his hands.

"You look like hell," he said cheerfully.

"Thanks."

"Nightmare again?"

I nodded once.

He didn't ask more. That's why I tolerated him. Milo had the good sense to let silence breathe.

We reached the edge of the forest and stopped. Mist curled between the trees, soft and slow.

"You coming to the Ceremony tonight?" he asked.

I laughed, low and humorless. "To watch people find their mates while I stand in the back like a forgotten broom? Sounds fun."

He nudged my shoulder. "You never know. Maybe the Moon Goddess will throw you a bone."

I looked at him, really looked. "You believe in that stuff? Fated mates and moon magic?"

He shrugged. "I believe some of us get lucky. The rest get Kade."

The name made my stomach flip.

Alpha Kade. Blackfang's golden boy. Cruel mouth, sharper claws. He led training like it was war prep, laughed when someone cried, and looked at me like I was something he forgot to scrape off his boot.

He was also my age.

Eligible.

I didn't let myself think about what would happen if his name came up tonight. If fate was cruel enough to tie me to the very wolf who made this place a daily hell.

Milo must've seen the flicker cross my face. He lowered his voice.

"You don't have to go. Nobody's making you."

I sighed. "If I don't show, they'll say it's because I know no one wants me."

He gave me a long look. "That's a lie they keep feeding you so you'll stay small. You're not small, Lia. You're just hiding."

I didn't answer.

Because hiding was the only thing that kept me breathing.

We parted ways near the barracks. Milo gave my hand a quick squeeze before jogging off. I stood there for a second, staring at the trees like they could swallow me whole.

But they didn't. So I went back. Washed up. Brushed my hair. Dug out the one clean dress I owned. It clung too much. Showed the scars on my arms if I moved wrong. I put it on anyway.

The Ceremony started at dusk. Bonfires lit the courtyard, casting long shadows. The pack gathered in a circle, eyes gleaming with that strange hope wolves carried on nights like this. Hope for love. For destiny.

I stayed on the edge, arms crossed, jaw set.

One by one, names were called. Pairs stepped forward, touching hands. Some gasped. Some kissed. Some cried.

Then they called mine.

Aurelia Thorne.

For a second, nothing happened. Then the air shifted. A pull in my chest, sharp and sudden. My eyes flew to the opposite end of the circle.

Kade.

Standing tall. Smirking. Eyes on me like he'd known all along.

I couldn't breathe.

The crowd buzzed. Murmurs, gasps, shifting feet.

Kade stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. The smirk never left his face.

He reached me. Took my hand.

The bond hit like lightning. Blinding. Burning. A tether anchoring itself deep in my ribs.

He leaned in.

"Say thank you."

I yanked my hand back.

He laughed. Loud. Cruel. "Didn't think the Moon Goddess had this much of a sense of humor. A wolfless omega? As my mate?"

Silence spread like oil.

Kade raised his voice. "I, Alpha Kade of Blackfang, reject you, Aurelia Thorne."

My knees didn't buckle. My face didn't crack.

But something inside me split.

He turned, already walking away. The crowd followed, their gazes heavy with pity and pleasure.

I stood alone.

Not just forgotten anymore.

Rejected.

The fire snapped behind me. Somewhere in the woods, something howled.

And I realized I wasn't cold.

I was angry.

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“"You were never meant to survive." That's what they told Aurelia Thorne when her mate rejected her, her pack cast her out, and the world tried to erase her. But Aurelia didn't die. She disappeared. And came back stronger. One night with a stranger gave her more than comfort-it gave her twins. Now, years later, she's returned to the realm that broke her. Cloaked. Changed. And carrying the truth that could unravel the entire Lycan world. The King doesn't recognize her. Her sons are more than anyone suspects. And the prophecy they tried to bury... is waking. She's not here to be saved. She's here to reclaim what was stolen. To burn down the lies. But when the truth finally comes out... will the King fight beside her- or become the very enemy destiny warned her about?”
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Chapter 1 THE GIRL THEY FORGOT

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Chapter 2 PACKLESS, VOICELESS, WOLFLESS

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Chapter 3 A MEMORY OF BLOOD

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Chapter 4 SHADOWS AND WHISPERS

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Chapter 5 THE CEREMONY

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Chapter 6 HER MATE, HER CURSE

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Chapter 7 REJECTION IN FRONT OF ALL

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Chapter 8 THE SECRET OFFER

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Chapter 9 THE NECKLACE TAKEN

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Chapter 10 A SILENT ESCAPE

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Chapter 11 COLD STREETS, EMPTY HANDS

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Chapter 12 THE SILVER-EYED STRANGER

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Chapter 13 ONE DRINK, ONE NIGHT

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Chapter 14 A MEMORY THAT BURNED

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Chapter 15 MORNING WITHOUT GOODBYE

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Chapter 16 Two Heartbeats

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Chapter 17 Naming the Future

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Chapter 18 A Hidden Life Begins

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Chapter 19 Fire and Storm in Dreams

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Chapter 20 Hunted Once More

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Chapter 21 Shackled by the Past

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Chapter 22 The Punishment Stage

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Chapter 23 Kade Still Wants Control

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Chapter 24 Silence from the Crowd

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Chapter 25 The King Descends

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Chapter 26 Claimed by Royal Command

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Chapter 27 Recognition Without Memory

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Chapter 28 A Wolf Stirring

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Chapter 29 The Stranger Who Was King

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Chapter 30 The Story She Was Told

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Chapter 31 Plans Within Smiles

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Chapter 32 Escape By Moonlight

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Chapter 33 Fire and Disappearance

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Chapter 34 New Names, New Lives

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Chapter 35 Powers Awake

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Chapter 36 Dreams of Blood and Crown

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Chapter 37 Lightning in a Child's Palm

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Chapter 38 The Wolf Beneath

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Chapter 39 The Pendant Returns

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Chapter 40 Someone Still Watches

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