Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Lycan King

Chapter 3

Word Count: 713 | Released on: 08/04/2026

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e vibrating through the floorboards wasn't just a sound; it was a physical weight pre

speak, the Dowager Lun

tepped out of the shadows, her posture rigid with indignation. "The Lycan King is the ruler of our kind.

ration, Dowager Luna?" I interrupted, m

ed into dangerous slits, but she didn't have

the cliff. "Your heir broke the pact. He abandoned me at the altar for a human. Will the mighty Black

eavy and damning. Whispers erupte

werewolf elite. A complex emotion-a flash of fury mixed with a begrudging, microscopic glint of respect-crossed her anci

ackwood s

ocking out the fractured light from the stained glass. He moved with the terrifying, silent grace of an apex predator, his dark suit impeccably

me. I had to tilt my head

subterranean rumble, devoid of warmth but vibrating with a dark, pos

ingernails so hard into my palms that the sharp sting of broken skin grounded me.

ed, my voice trembling just enough to betray my terror, b

r. "The Blackwoods honor their

a thin, bloodless line, but

g brighter, analyzing every inch of my pale face. He was se

lk away," he warned softly, the

ng away," I wh

ag me out. Instead, he extended his arm toward me. The fabric of his suit pulled taut o

waiting," Kaelen commanded, his vo

us toward the glowing moonstone altar, the crushing reality of what I had just done settled over me like a shroud. I had esca

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Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Lycan King

Annabell Seto Werewolf

“I was a wolfless Omega, sold to the powerful Blackwood Pack to save my bankrupt family from ruin. But on my wedding day, as I walked down the aisle alone, my groom didn't show up. Braden, the Alpha heir, had abandoned me at the altar. He boarded a private jet with his scentless human mistress, leaving me to face the cruel mockery of the most powerful Alphas in North America. To clean up his mess, the Dowager Luna offered me two humiliating replacements to fulfill our sacred marriage treaty: a brute who despised me, or a trembling coward who couldn't even look me in the eye. The pack members sneered, publicly screaming that I was nothing but "leftovers" and a rejected stray. They expected me to lower my head, accept their scraps, and remain a pathetic pawn in their political games. They thought a fragile, wolfless girl would just break down and cry. But a white-hot pride ignited in my soul. I refused to be their victim. I rejected both of their pathetic options and pointed directly at the most terrifying man in the room-the Lycan King himself. "I demand a replacement. I choose him." I didn't just escape humiliation; I forced the ruthless King to make me his Queen. Now, I am the Luna of the entire pack, wielding the power to control their fate, and stepmother to the coward who threw me away. It's time to teach these beasts exactly who they are dealing with.”