I Rejected My Alpha and the Lycan King Claimed Me

The blue light of my monitor cast shadows across my face as I put the finishing touches on the encrypted CAD files. My fingers moved with practiced precision, saving the final version of the Moonlight Stronghold's design to my secure drive. Years of work, countless sleepless nights, all distilled into these digital blueprints that would transform our pack's territory into an impregnable fortress.

My wolf, Luna, paced restlessly in my mind. *Something feels wrong*, she whispered.

"It's just the pressure of the deadline," I murmured, rubbing my tired eyes. "The Summit is in three days."

A notification chimed from my phone, breaking my concentration. I frowned, annoyed at the interruption. Probably another message from Dominick about his "border dispute meetings" that had kept him away for days.

But it wasn't.

From: Silver Crescent Apothecary

Subject: Payment Declined - Joint Alpha Account

I tapped the screen, confusion giving way to disbelief as I read the details.

"Payment for Wolfsbane Contraceptive Tonic Grade A declined due to credit limit reached."

My hand froze above the phone. Wolfsbane contraceptive? We'd been trying for an heir for months. Every full moon, we'd...

*He wouldn't*, Luna growled, her presence suddenly alert in my mind.

But the evidence was right there on my screen. The pack's most restricted substance, one that guaranteed sterility for months after ingestion. Something no Alpha pair trying for an heir would ever touch.

"Get up," I whispered to myself, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "Check the security feeds."

I moved to my secure tablet, the one only I could access with my Luna biometrics. My fingers flew across the screen, entering the override codes that would give me access to the Pack House's private wing cameras.

"Where is he?" I muttered, scanning the empty corridors.

Then I found him. In my office.

My stomach twisted as the feed loaded. The timestamp showed it was from earlier today—when I'd been in meetings with the construction team.

Dominick stood behind my desk, his hands gripping the edge as Catalina Weaver, the new administrative assistant, knelt before him. Her fingers worked at his belt while he tilted his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck yes," his voice came through the audio feed. "Zaniyah's designs will make us untouchable at the Summit."

Catalina looked up at him, her lips curved in a smug smile. "And she has no idea?"

"None." Dominick laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. "She thinks I'm handling border disputes. Meanwhile, I've got her precious blueprints."

My eyes widened as I watched him move to my private safe—the one containing the original physical copies of my work. The combination spun in his fingers with practiced ease.

"How did you get my combination?" I whispered to the screen.

"Watch and learn," Dominick said to Catalina, as if teaching her a valuable lesson. "The key to a successful marriage is knowing your mate's patterns better than they do."

The safe clicked open. My heart shattered as I watched him lift out