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After the death of her parents at the hands of traitors in their pack, Selene was taken in by a pack that didn’t want her. Her fate would remain undecided until her eighteenth birthday when she would face a fate far worse than death.

Their crime: being rogue.

As Selene waited for her sentence to be handed down, fate intervened. Little did she know that death would’ve been the easy way out.


Dexter Sterling, the Lycan prince of the Valoria Kingdom, was the last remaining Royal of his line. The Valoria Kingdom, known for its rule over all the packs. Prince Dexter was visiting the Dark Moon pack, After taking an interest in the girl, he orders her Alpha to hand her over. It doesn’t take long until his obsession with her takes over and turns into something else when he makes her his bride. She was soon brought to the Royal Training Ground, where her fate changed forever.  His feelings may be more than either of them bargained for when secrets are revealed—ones that could tear them apart.

Love or vengeance?  What would happen to them on the training ground? What would she choose between love and hatred? And what was the prince's secret?

    ~Excerpt~

"Why did you bring me here? You could have left me, and yet... why am I here, Dexter?" Selene asked, Her voice quivers, caught between disbelief and hate. 

 "You think I wanted this? I didn't choose you, Selene. The pack... they demanded it. But now that you're here, I can’t let you go." Alpha Dexter said with an expression hard to read.

 "I’m nothing to you, How am I supposed to trust anything you say?"

He moves closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sends a shiver through her. "You don’t have to trust me. But you should know, from this moment on, you’re under my protection. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, whether you want me to or not”

Rejected: The Alpha King's True Mate

I finally had the chance to have dinner and even drink together with Dylan tonight.

I was so ecstatic that I couldn't help drinking a few more glasses of wine.

The truth was, I had a high alcohol tolerance.

No matter how much I drank, I wouldn't lose my head like some would.

I just felt a little woozy, as if I was floating in the air.

In order to have an excuse to get closer to Dylan, I slurred my speech and pretended to be drunk.

Although Dylan was my mate, he seldom acted like it.

He was utterly unromantic, and the progress of our relationship was too slow for me to take.

I wished that Dylan could initiate some intimacy between us.

She had probably seen right through me and pushed Dylan into my room.

When Dylan came over to take care of me, I boldly pressed him down onto the bed.

Chapter 81: Drunken Flirtation