Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

Chapter 2

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they closed, they stirred up a stale tang of ancient rot and rust, and a cold draft sc

led my thin shawl tighter around my shoulders, breat

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ard me, her heavy leather boots thudding aggressively against the stones.

arm. Her grip was a casual, painful display of a War

y pulled my arm aw

e, Lyra," I said, k

round as if the King's guards were hiding in the shadows. "T

wild, and untamed. She was a perfect echo of our late mother, a

u want to run in the forest and bathe in the blood of Rogues. I want

pen, completely stunned. She had never

ck," she said, though her voi

llowed them into those woods, desperate to be the daughter my father wanted, and r

id softly. "And I am done

shing in her eyes for

hen the winter storms come," I explained. "I am an Omega. My bi

For a second, I wanted to turn back and see the bewilderment in her eyes, but I ended up

not a contest; it was a crucible of beauty and cunning, gathering the most ambitious female

arning carved into my memory-every face, every betrayal, every momen

afty chamber and stepped inside.

he was not merely a tyrant to be feared-he was a storm I would have to learn to weather, or be destroyed by. The dream had shown me the g

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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.”