Unfit For The Alpha's Son:Destined For The Lycan King

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welcomed," Ma'am Nile instructed, her sharp gaze cutting through me. I straigh

anquet serving food and drinks to the

ent. Tonight wasn't just another event; it was the auction-the night when packs traded future Alphas an

Laughter and chatter spilled from the heavy wooden doors

m Nile reminded me, her tone colder th

whispered, determined

thed the room in warm golden light, casting intricate shadows over long banquet tables. The

ade him the patriarch of the gathering. Beside him, Darius, my future Alpha, sat with his usual a

e I was invisible, he commanded attention. His cold blue eyes flicked acros

night, I couldn't shake the feeling that somet

my throat. Then, the scent hit me-fresh pine, sharp and clean, like the forest after rai

a

My wolf let out a satisfied growl, and before I could fully comprehend w

at

I managed to steady it. My eyes lifted

mine, weighing me, deciding something about me. Then his lip

Alera Nightstand, as my mate.

howled in agony, but I stood still, swallowing the pain. The room fell silent. I cou

it to be a breeder. The sting of humiliation burned hot in my face.

. I wanted to throw it to the ground and ru

to disappear, to vanish into the walls. But I

ismissing me as though I were nothing. The other Alphas resumed their conversation,

ck, some pitying, others judging. It wasn't new, I was always invisible, never worthy

at myself for showing weakness. But inside, my wolf was still

n't even l

myself to look at him again. The damage was done. The hu

e room felt smaller now, suffocating. I could hear the murmurs, the whispers

break. I had worked too hard to stay unnoticed, to maintain some semblance of dignity. B

felt slow, like I was stuck in a nightmare. I walked past the high table, careful not to m

" Ma'am Nile's voice sna

otten about her. She eyed me with a mix of concern and frustrat

cing a shaky smile. She didn't seem

nightmare behind. But I had responsibilities. I had to keep goi

I could barely hear them. All I could focus on was the sting of reject

ll talking with the clan leaders, his demeanor unchanged. It was as if no

he rejected me? Was I not good enough? But ther

d confused. There was an ache in my chest

de, away from the chaos of the hall. The quiet was a

ey'd heard the whispers. They'd seen what had happened. I was no longer invisibl