All Chapters of Rejected by His Brother, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Iris) “The Lycan King is going to be mad,” my wolf said, her voice filled with worry, echoing the unease that had been gnawing at me since last night. “Of course I know that,” I replied, frustration lacing my words. “It’s just… I think I am still a little weak when facing him…” “Yeah, I understand, I guess. They were our mates for a year,” she said, her tone softening with empathy. The weight of her words settled over me like a shroud, the memories of the past year flashing before my eyes. It had been a tumultuous time, filled with conflicting emotions and complicated relationships. But now, things were even more tangled, and the Lycan King’s presence only added to the confusion. I couldn’t take the time to think through everything. I had to get up. So, I pushed my wolf’s voice out of my mind and got dressed. I walked to the dining room, keeping my head down. I couldn’t avoid the curious glances of the pack, so I decided to ignore them. The scent of roasted meat and fresh br

(Seraphina)I wasn’t sure how I expected Iris to react, but I was surprised. I had wanted to catch her off guard, and I did that. But she didn’t panic after hearing my question. She avoided my eyes and shrugged. “I have no idea how, I was just desperate,” she answered vaguely. I studied her, but decided not to press further. She had been through enough. “Alright,” I said softly, and left her to rest. When I got back to his room, he was sulking again. Ever since the invitation to the big pack meeting, he had been moodier than ever, brooding in silence and refusing to leave his quarters for reasons unknown. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, determined to get through to him this time. He was sitting by the window, staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The shadows played across his face, highlighting the lines of worry and sorrow etched into his features. “It has to be about the girl, Iris,” I thought to myself, feeling a familiar pang of jealousy. He had never talk

(Iris)The touch of his lips against mine was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known existed. It was a kiss filled with both passion and restraint, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond between us. In that moment, everything else faded away. His warm hands framed my face gently, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of our kiss. Our breaths mingled, creating a shared rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between us. It was a moment where words were unnecessary, where every touch, every heartbeat, spoke volumes about the connection that had quietly grown between us. When he finally pulled back, I was left breathless and trembling, my heart racing in my chest. His gaze held mine, intense and searching. That’s when Jasper entered the library. “Iris!” He shouted, rushing over to us. He glared at the Lycan King, who did not stoop to his level by engaging. “I was looking everywhere for you. I need to talk to you,”

(Iris)A few days had passed, and nothing happened. The quiet was almost unsettling. I went through my days working, sleeping, and talking to Molly. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for something to break the stillness. Molly agreed with me, sharing the same sense of unease. The upcoming meeting loomed large in everyone’s minds. It was only a couple days away, and many of the Alphas and their entourages had already arrived, setting up their big tents on the forest floor. The biggest tent was designated to host the event. It was a hive of activity, with people bustling around, preparing for the event. I wandered through the camp, taking in the scene. The air was filled with the sounds of hammers, saws, and the murmur of conversations. Everywhere I looked, there were groups of people working together, setting up tables, arranging chairs, and making last-minute adjustments. The anticipation was palpable. As I approached the largest tent, I saw Naomi, busy g

(Iris)(Iris)I panicked. My heart raced as I approached the meeting spot by the waterfall, a chill creeping up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold night air. The silvery light of the moon cast eerie shadows on the forest floor, making every tree seem like a lurking figure. As I walked closer, my breath visible in the air, I could see the two figures clearly. The Lycan King, with his imposing shadow and ominous gaze, and Seraphina, her stance radiating both power and concern. My steps faltered as I realized this was clearly a setup. But who would orchestrate such a meeting? My mind raced with possibilities. Jasper? No, he had been genuinely confused earlier. I had seen his reactions enough to know when he was acting. Naomi? Maybe, but she seemed too preoccupied with her newfound role as Luna to play such games. Or was it someone else entirely, pulling strings from the shadows? I couldn’t think of anyone who would do such a thing. The atmosphere was thick with tension