Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

Chapter 3

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my bedroom floor. I was sitting by the small fireplace, bru

ers filling the frame. His scent, a heavy musk of

ders today," he snapped, steppi

wooden brush through my

veryone. Do you have any idea how

ied to force an unwilling female

s a high-ranking Beta warrior." He stepped closer, his tone softening into what he probably thought was a comfo

ed over me. I set the brush down o

rother, you are more than wel

he patronizing lecture dying instantly on his lips. He

bloody juices still weeping onto the wood. It was Lyra's favorite meal after a hunt. Warriors needed heavy, raw meat to fuel their fast metabolism an

ftovers, thinking he was be

bed. I opened it and pulled out a heavy, carved wooden box. I wa

y brother asked,

it," I

of jagged wolf teeth, and a heavy, fur-lined combat cloak.

ing them," I

sive. That cloak is mad

t. "And the teeth scratch my collarbones." I gestured to the m

s, a complicated mix of guilt

ake the two hunting hounds you tied behin

ine between us?" he demande

oking him dead in the eye. "I am not Lyra. I d

silence, thick with unspoken things. M

ce tight. "The Alpha King, Silas, is a butcher. He rules with blood and silver." S

," my brother continued. He picked up the box and the tray of meat. "I will arrange for you to s

ut, the heavy door cli

iet room. Meeting the t

own me that moment by accident. But she had not shown me what followed. The King's gaze in my dream held no warmth-only the cold, assessing stare of a predator deciding whether something was prey or merely

ice in the dim light. Let him come. I would give

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Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

Maui Werewolf

“I was an Omega born into a family of fierce werewolf warriors. My fated mate, Vance, was a high-ranking fighter who always despised my weakness. In my dreams, I saw our future. Our carriage was attacked by bloodthirsty Rogues. Vance shifted and ran ahead to fight, leaving me behind in the fragile wooden box. The violent crash over the rocky earth caused me to lose our unborn child in the freezing winter snow. Instead of comforting me, Vance used our sacred Mind-Link to pour his disgust directly into my brain, blaming me for being too fragile to protect our pup. He publicly complained about my weak scent and humiliated me in front of the entire pack, making it clear he only truly wanted my strong Warrior sister, Lyra. When I demanded a severance of our bond, he agreed with sheer relief. I was left to die a slow, miserable death in a forgotten, drafty corner of the pack. As I bled out in the cold, I felt nothing but absolute despair. Why did my endless submission and quiet obedience only earn me disgust and a pathetic end? Three times the Moon Goddess sent me that vision. Three times I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. The third time, I knew it was not a nightmare-it was a warning. And when I opened my eyes, I was back in the Great Hall on the exact day my nightmare began. Vance was looking at me with pure resignation, arrogantly announcing to the crowd that he supposed an Omega was good enough for breeding, and he would accept me as his consolation prize. This time, I didn't lower my head. "I, Elara, reject you, Vance, as my mate." I turned my back on him and packed my bags for the Royal City. I was going to enter the deadly Luna Selection. But there was one detail in the vision I had never told a soul. In every replay of that nightmare, when the dream showed me a throne room soaked in blood, a pair of golden eyes always found me through the fog. And a voice-low, resonant, certain-spoke three words that followed me into waking: "There you are." I didn't know what they meant. I only knew that when I finally reached the Royal City, the King who ruled with blood and silver would already know my name-even if I had never spoken it to him.”