All Chapters of REJECTED BY ALPHA, LOVED BY LYCAN KING: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In the midst of royalty and resentment, I stood, a pawn in a game where the rules were elusive, and the stakes were higher than the castle's towering spires could reach.The court elders, with a mixture of reluctance and duty, filed out of the grand hall. The last elder, on his way out, turned to Liam and said, "I am overjoyed by the return of my king and his queen. Rest well." The words held a veneer of formality, but beneath it, there was a genuine sentiment of happiness for Liam's return.As the grand hall emptied, leaving Liam and me in the wake of the elders' departure, the atmosphere shifted. The weight of their scrutiny had lifted, but an undercurrent of tension lingered. The absence of the elders brought a momentary calm, but I could not shake the feeling that the challenges were far from over. Liam glanced at me, his eyes holding a silent reassurance.Liam gestured for me to join him on his lap, a gesture that felt both unfamiliar and oddly intimate. As I settled into his e

As night unfolded its velvety tapestry, Liam and I ventured hand in hand into the enchanting embrace of the winter garden. The air held a crisp chill, kissed by the gentle breath of a moonlit breeze that rustled through the delicate foliage. A celestial orchestra of stars adorned the indigo canvas overhead, casting an ethereal glow upon the meticulously landscaped garden.Silhouetted against the moon's silver radiance, the intricate patterns of frost on leaves and petals glittered like a celestial dusting. Crystalline pathways wound their way through clusters of winter-blooming flowers, their subtle fragrance mingling with the invigorating scent of evergreen foliage.A lattice of wrought-iron arbors adorned with climbing vines arched gracefully overhead, creating a natural cathedral beneath the moon's watchful gaze. The distant melody of a trickling fountain added a soothing cadence to the nocturnal symphony.As we strolled through the garden, Liam's hand in mine, the moonlight paint

Liam squeezed my hand, his thumb gently caressing my knuckles. "Are you happy, Daliah?" he asked, his gaze filled with genuine concern.I looked into his eyes, the depth of our connection evident in the way our souls seemed to intertwine. "Happier than I ever imagined, Liam. Everything feels like magic."As the carriage continued its journey through the kingdom, Liam pointed out various landmarks and shared tales of the realm's rich history. Each village we passed welcomed us with open arms, and the people, from young children to the elderly, gathered to catch a glimpse of their future queen.Liam's storytelling painted vivid pictures of a land shaped by time, tradition, and the untold stories of its people. The countryside unfolded before us like a living tapestry, revealing rolling hills, lush meadows, and the distant silhouette of towering mountains. The rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves on the cobblestone roads seemed to echo the heartbeat of the realm itself.As we travel

Her words touched a chord within me, and for a brief moment, I felt a sense of gratitude for having someone like Diana by my side. Despite the uncertainties outside, the tranquility of the room and Diana's company provided a haven of calm within the castle walls.As Diana continued to arrange the flowers, a thoughtful expression graced her features. "My lady," she began, "I sense there's more on your mind. The events of the day, while filled with external splendor, seem to have stirred something within you. Would you care to share your thoughts?"I sighed, appreciating Diana's perceptiveness. "it is true, Diana. Beneath the veneer of royal introductions, there's an undercurrent of unease. The attempted invasion has left me questioning the safety of this kingdom and our ability to navigate the challenges that lie ahead."Diana nodded empathetically. "Change is often accompanied by unforeseen trials, my lady. But remember, strength and resilience can emerge from the most unexpected plac

Liam smiled at me. "They've arranged your throne, future queen Daliah." I nodded joyfully as we settled, side by side, ready to face whatever the letter revealed. As two thrones stood side by side, they emanated an air of regality that complemented the grandeur of the throne room. The intricately carved designs adorned the arms and backrests, depicting scenes from the kingdom's rich history. The material, a rich mahogany, gleamed under the ambient torchlight, casting a warm and inviting glow.My gaze shifted between the thrones, appreciating the craftsmanship that went into each detail. The cushions, adorned with luxurious fabrics, promised comfort during the inevitable lengthy court sessions. The emblem of the kingdom, expertly embroidered, graced the top of each throne, a constant reminder of the responsibility and legacy that awaited us.As I took my seat on one of the thrones, a mix of emotions flooded my senses. It was more than just an exquisitely crafted piece of furniture; it