Rejected By My Mate Claimed By The Lycan King
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Rejected By My Mate Claimed By The Lycan King

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Riel J Paranormal

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"I, Dorian Blackwood of the Crystal Moon Pack, reject you, Lyra Ashwood, as my mate."
My heart clenched. Pain sliced through me, unbearable, and I fell to the ground, clawing at the earth as tears blurred my vision. The only person I could see was him: my mate, the man who had just destroyed me. I saw the pain in his eyes. He hid it well.
I had dreamed of my eighteenth birthday for years. The celebration. Finally meeting my wolf. And most of all, finding the one person the moon goddess had made for me.
It was supposed to be the best night of my life.
Instead, it was the worst.
One look had set my whole body on fire. One word from him turned me to ash. And my own sister made sure the whole pack believed I was a curse.
Stripped of my name. Scrubbing floors on my knees. Rejected by the man who still haunts every dream.
But I never knew what I really was.
Silver blood. Moon goddess blood. And a prophecy that has brought the most feared man in the world riding toward me.
Lucian Thorne, the Lycan King, doesn't believe in fate. He doesn't believe in love. He only believes he needs me alive.
He'll claim me. He'll protect me. And he'll keep me at arm's length.
But arm's length is a long way to hold a fire.
Every glance lingers a second too long. Every accidental touch leaves a trail of heat down my skin. And when he finally corners me in the dark, his hand braced beside my head and his breath unsteady against my mouth, I realize the one thing he can't protect me from is himself.
"Tell me to walk away, Lyra," he rasps.
I don't.
And by morning, neither of us is the same.
Rejected by the man she craved. Claimed by the king she can't resist. Some bonds are meant to be broken. Others are meant to burn.

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Tags: alphadarkreincarnation/transmigrationdominantbxgmythologypackenemies to lovers
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Chapter 14

LYRA'S POV

The nightmare came for me on the fifth night.

It was always the same one. A long stone floor and a bucket of gray water, a hundred faces watching from the dark, and Dorian standing at the end of the hall with his mouth already open, already saying the words. I'd try to move and my legs wouldn't work. I'd try to scream and……

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