Rejected By The Alpha King, Claiming My Throne

lle's

hide the treatment, I had draped a thin veil over the lower half of my face,

of soft white bread. She looked at me with quiet awe, her gaze

my bedroom door was thrown ope

rned with fury. He had clearly heard

the floor inst

taining a steady beat. Having faced death, hi

ce low. He stood over me, his Alpha aura pressing down, a h

itual energy inside me formed a quiet shield, deflecting

a proper Luna, Your Majest

s arm, he sent my lunch tray flying. The bowl shattered

izing the servants? You a

izing? I merely asked for the respect a Luna deserves. O

ecting me to talk back with such logic. He nar

brink, Alaric. I was at the bottom of the l

I'd jumped. Hearing it from my own lips

via's consort ceremony is tonight. I want you t

ason he was here. It

g him at eye level

mall squeak from her position on the floor. No o

right to refuse." He took a step closer, using his heigh

body. As your fated Luna, bound by the Goddess, my presence at any official pack c

re at him: the Goddess and the Law. The

white. He was trapped by my words, seething but unable to argue

attle of will, and I

is fist into the wall beside him. The

want. If you dare to embarrass Livia,

s time, he didn't slam the door, but hi