Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

After my Coming of Age ceremony, Riley Ford, the Beta of the Lycan court, arrived at the Blue Moon Pack with a list of potential mates from the nearby packs. He instructed me to choose someone to form a mate bond with.

I told him I would leave it to chance.

In my past life, I had eagerly accepted Kayson Foster, the Alpha heir of the Shadow Pack, as my mate. But on the eve of our marking ceremony, he abandoned me to comfort Francesca Burns, a Delta whose inner wolf had become dormant. She had been devastated by the loss of her wolf and fell into despair. After being found wandering alone, she nearly took her own life.

Kayson blamed me for her suffering and led his pack to destroy my birth pack, the Blue Moon Pack, and claimed their territory for Francesca to recover in. He imprisoned me and allowed her to torture me until I died.

This time, I drew the name of Hunter Martinez, the Lycan Prince of the Red Flame territory, a quiet and reserved figure who rarely interacted with others.

But when Kayson found out, he lost his mind and vowed to ruin any chance I had with Hunter.

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"Selena, until the mate bond is officially confirmed, keep this between us. Send the ceremonial gifts to the Red Flame territory first," my mother, Winifred Rivera, advised.

I followed her suggestion and prepared to send the gifts with the Blue Moon Pack's messengers. However, as we left the pack’s territory, Kayson intercepted us with Francesca by his side, his expression full of disdain.

"Stop wasting your time. The Shadow Pack doesn’t need your trinkets," he sneered.

Francesca leaned against him, her face smug with triumph.

"Kayson, keep your voice down. If everyone finds out she’s trying to mate with someone from the Shadow Pack, it’ll embarrass us," she said, her tone dripping with mockery.

Her condescending attitude was exactly the same as it had been in my past life, when Kayson had slaughtered my pack and imprisoned me for her sake.

The Blue Moon Pack was known for its peaceful nature, but its bloodline carried the potential to produce powerful warriors. Callahan Hart, the former Alpha of the Shadow Pack, had once spent weeks negotiating with my mother for a mating alliance, but she had refused. It was ironic that after thirty years of his pursuit, Kayson still looked down on my pack.

Kayson ignored me completely, jumping onto the carriage and grabbing a vial of rare herbs that the Blue Moon Pack had spent decades cultivating. He handed it to Francesca without a second thought.

I clenched my fists, my anger boiling over. "Those are ceremonial gifts from the Blue Moon Pack! You have no right to take them!"

He didn’t even look at me, feeding the herbs to Francesca in front of me, his arm wrapped around her waist. "Stop pretending. I know you chose me as your mate. These gifts are