Rejected For An Omega, Marked By The Alpha King

rivate vaults to brew anti-silver potions, waiting for

fragile, sweet-smelling Omega named Lily and pu

ect you, Seren

her healing herbs to save his life at the bo

tiny, faded scars from forging his winter a

other's sacred Luna veil for their upcoming mating

y unaware that every potion and every piece of armor that kept

I calmly accepted his rejection and picked up

yal summons. I will g

ady to meet the Lycan King and awaken the

pte

ena

t billowed the heavy fabric of my white velvet gown, pressing the cold cloth against my lim

e day Caleb

my waist, found the wolf-tooth pendant at my thr

pha of the Ironblood Pack. He had handed me this pendant, promising that once h

ng sound, pulled me from the reverie.* A black carriage, bearing

mming began be

ut. *He was encased in his dark winter armour, a broader,

t, alien and unwelcome, arrested the motion. It was not the clean odour of blood and pine I had anticipated from the bat

an step down. *She was swathed in a thick fur blanket, her face a pale ov

d a low growl vibrated deep in my chest, a s

gainst the cold stone. My father, the Alpha, stood in the courtyard wit

ble, the kind that brooked no argument.*

*He did not look at me with the longing of a returning mate. His gla

wed his head slig

lamp seized my lungs. There was no war

ice echoing in the unnerving silence of the courty

ds folded before me, fingers lac

at emerged from my throat thin and

ok a dee

ect you, Seren

The rejection ritual. *It was a law etched into the very foundation stone

ul had been. A silent, agonizing scream ripped through me, a soundless howl of pure loss that threatened to tear my throat

, but I forced my

hter of the I

not

gnoring the suffocatin

accept you

not snap; it disintegrated into dust.

ed, as if he expecte

ay a rolled parchment sealed with gold wax. *It was a decree from the Roya

and walked ov

y. "I will accept the royal summ

e, his eyes full of s

a soft, pathetic cough

nt wave of her sweet pheromones. "Please don't

et out a fu

ercury, and the surrounding warriors' spines emitted dull, cracking sounds as they were forced do

r and ruler of the pack. His anger

ture here and reject my daught

though his face paled un

r died at the border, torn apart by rogues just to bring me heal

private vaults and spent countless nights brewing anti-silver potions. Silver was the only substance that cou

clutching Caleb's arm. They were soft,

ond was sacred, that his return was my future-felt

and cast it onto the cobblestones at Caleb's feet. The bon

to cover the stench of her cheap per

rimson red, his fangs ext

t on, you are banished from the core circle of the Ironbl

at the broken pend

punishment,

leb a polite,

our mating ceremony, Caleb," I told him.