Rejected By The Alpha King, Claimed By The Lycan King
Scarlet Underwood had always fancied herself in love with Alpha Alex, she always knew he would be the one she would get married to. It was a dream come true to finally walk down the aisle and become not only his mate but the Luna of the pack.
However, everything came crashing down when Kayla, Scarlet's best friend, claimed she was pregnant with Alpha Alex's child.
Hurt, betrayed, and angry, Scarlet runs away.
She gets attacked by rogues but is saved by Damien, the feared Lycan King, and it is painfully obvious by the sparks flying that they are mates.
Damien, the reclusive Lycan King, is unsure what to do with his mate.
He harbors a dark secret that may threaten to harm her if she chooses to stay with him, but he can't deny the burning attraction and pull he feels to her.
Will Scarlet open up her heart to the possibility of love after having been burned once?
And will Damien find a way around the curse and claim his mate?
Join Damien and Scarlet on their journey of love, sacrifice, and betrayals!!!
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Chapter 2
Scarlet's pov
I turned to Alpha Alex with desperation, waiting for him to refute her claims, but he remained silent.
"Tell me she is lying?" My voice cracks, but I don't care.
The chapel is deadly silent, and I can feel the eyes of all the pack members on me, but I still do not care.
"Tell me it isn't true!" I screamed when Alpha Alex remained silent.
His silence spoke volumes, and I could feel my heart cracking with each passing second.
"You were going to marry me and mark me when you had already marked another?" I asked with astonishment.
It wasn't a secret that wolves could only mark one person whom they chose to spend the rest of their lives with.
Marking another person while your marked mate was still alive would cause pain, excruciating pain on the second wolf being marked, and he or she could run mad or even die if they were unable to bear the pain.
My heart cracked a little more when I realized he was ready to do that to me.
He was ready to put me through all that pain.
"Kayla and I have been lovers." He admitted without remorse and I felt the ground falling from under me.
My utopia, everything I thought was perfect, comes crashing down.
"Then why marry me and not her? Why put me through this sort of humiliation?" I clutched my chest.
"Our marriage was prearranged since our parents were alive." He revealed, and I recoiled like I had been slapped.
I never knew there was an understanding between our parents.
Here I had been for years, pining away at someone who only viewed me as an obligation to be fulfilled.
Flashbacks of when I tried to engage him in conversation and get him to open up to me popped up in my mind, and I cringed.
"Our marriage was an arrangement, one which I couldn't break off, but my heart belongs to Kayla." He turned and looked at her with tenderness in his eyes.
Raw pain and betrayal welled up within me.
"You knew more than anyone how much I loved him, Kayla. How could you do this to me?" I whispered brokenly.
"You were too self-centered and self-absorbed. If you took a minute and thought about me for a moment you would have realized it." She sneered.
I scanned her face, wondering where my best friend, who promised to fight the world against me, was.
"You are despicable." I spat out.
"I am with child for Alpha Alex, I am in a delicate condition, and I refuse to allow the heir to the alpha bloodline to be ignored and tossed aside." She informed me.
"Why are you doing this, Kayla? Why are you doing this to me?" A sob raked through my body.
"You took everything away from me. I'm merely returning the favor." She shrugged with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Alpha Alex, you knew how much I loved you," I whispered as tears clouded my vision.
" I cannot marry you, Scarlet, I do not love you." Alpha Alex retorted.
My head was spinning, this was all too much for me to bear.
I turned to the pack members, and they gazed at me with sickening pity.
I felt like the walls were closing in on me, and my wolf scratched within me, begging to be set free.
Kayla had moved towards Alpha Alex, and he cradled her in the nest of his arms.
The sight was too much for me to bear, and I did the only thing I possibly could.
I jumped off the altar and ran.
I ran as fast as my feet could take me, fisting my gown in my hands so that I wouldn't trip over it.
Air caressed my face as I ran, and my vision blurred with unshed tears.
I felt stupid, naive, and humiliated.
I had no idea where I was running to; all I knew was that I had to get as far away from this pack as I possibly could.
Along the way, I ditched the ridiculous heels and ran barefoot.
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Night had begun to fall as I stumbled around the forest, unsure where I was or where I was headed.
My feet hurt, my whole body hurt, and my heart bled at the betrayal of not only the man I used to love but my best friend.
A twig snapped behind me, and I turned, my wolf perking up at the sound.
"Who is there?" I asked, my voice hoarse from crying.
I hear another twig snap to the side, and the hair behind my neck stands on high alert.
It is then that I smell them.
Rogues...the vile and unmistakable stench that seems to follow them wafts in the air.
I growled as one slowly stalks out of the shadows.
"Don't come any closer." I bared my canines, trying to scare it off, but it was undeterred by my warnings.
One by one, they come out of the shadows, and it is painfully obvious that I am outnumbered.
My stance becomes defensive, and when the first one leaps at me, I am ready and claw at its face, sending it whimpering to the floor.
Adrenaline surges within me, and when all of them pounce at me, I do everything I can to fend them off.
I wasn't going down without a fight.
I sunk my claws deep into their skin and ignored them as they tugged on my once-white gown.
A howl of pain leaves my lips when one of them bites into my side, dragging my flesh apart.
I drop to the floor as blood slowly stains my fabric.
Now they are slower and more deliberate in their movements, almost as if they wanted to instill fear in me.
One, whom I now identify as their leader, howls into the night before baring its canines at me, his intention written on his face.
He is going to kill me.
And suddenly, Alpha Alex and Kayla's betrayal is the last thing on my mind.
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8.5
Everyone knew Caroline loved Jacob, the frail man in a wheelchair, even giving up her chance at marrying into wealth for him.
She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again.
When he finally recovered, they were praised as perfect together-until danger came.
Faced with saving her or her sister, Jacob chose the latter without hesitation. Only in her final moments did Caroline realize his heart was never hers.
Reborn, she made a different choice, choosing power over love.
When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.3
Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined.
On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry.
In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her.
Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit.
Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite.
Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her.
"This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered.
Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status.
But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust.
Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air.
"If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family."
"But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez."
She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.
7.9
Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster.
During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde.
When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability.
Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave?
Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket.
"What are you looking at, Foster?"
Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.