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Mated to the Lycan King.

Chapter 3 Rejected

Word Count: 1153    |    Released on: 17/10/2024

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before, and it could onl

eatures. After all, rumors about this place ran rampant bey

ing by his guarded expression

w. A male from the Commoners pack, a wandering werewolf taken

ing else behind it. A strange pull that mirrored my own. My heart was beat

ill aimed in my direction. "Can you drop the gun, please? It's kind of s

ous, as if he were evaluating something. He could probably tell I was one of them by my scent, though I

His wolf, just like mine, was threatening to b

me as his animalistic gro

el the bond, as confusing as it was. I barely kn

" I began, trying to m

nowing glint in his eyes. There was no denying it now, the connect

himself, "Ho

the pressure of the moment. "Ava Goldingt

antly changing. His gaze darkened, and any softness or

s voice dripping with disgust, and I fel

ried to defend myself, but he raised his

meone like you," he sneered, taking a step

a cruel slap from reality, and all the hope I had been cli

him see-feel-what I was feeling, but he pulled

shoot. These bullets are silver," he s

ng time, I felt truly, utterly rejected. Without a word, I tur

t one to gi

ew the mate bond was strong, stronger than myths or prejudice. So, I cooked for

hey stopped talking the moment they noticed me, and Horland immedia

, hoping for a small c

here again," he replied,

ing out the lunchbox I had prepared. "

between us, clearly co

to them with a sigh. Without warning, he grabbed the lunchbox from my hands an

ack my tears, refusing to be seen as weak. I turne

each attempt. Eventually, I gave up. I couldn't force him to accept me. All I could do was hope for a quie

show everyone I was not what they thought. The pain was unbearable, but I succeeded. I shifted, howling at t

weak and exhausted,

sounds, I saw chaos unfolding. Wolves were tearing into each other, bodies littered t

ed to think clearly. I grabbed my father's journal from my room and fled throu

hrowing me against a tree with brutal force. My vision b

t. I was g

somethin

ough my fading vision, I saw a pair of white eyes. I couldn't make out the f

forehead, and before I succumbed to u

my light in the

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