Chapter 3 She Has Accepted The Rejection

• Amos's POV
• I was welcoming our guests for the renewal treaty celebration when something tugged on my heart. Something was wrong. My wolf Narcisse was giving me a hard time, growling and snarling at me. There are times he acts sick. He hates me, and I rejected our mate, but I can't accept her as my mate, especially my Luna. She killed my uncle.
• 'In self-defense!' Narcisse growls.
• 'No one believes her,' I retort. My uncle was a bastard, but he was still my family. She could have dealt with the situation better than killing him in cold blood.
• 'She was fucking thirteen years old! She had no control over her wolf, Amos. I can tell that her wolf is strong,' he says the last part proudly. Indeed, my uncle had Alpha blood and was one of the strongest wolves, but she still bested him.
• Anaiah Ross is not only the most beautiful girl in the pack but even behind her dirty clothes, she can make any man bow to his knees. She has endured so many hardships since she was a little girl.
• 'She can make a fine Luna,' Breathes Narcisse.
• 'Yes, not ours. We shall make Eunice our Luna as my parents want. Her parents are strong and have been our allies for years,'
• Eunice is an entitled brat and a crying baby, but I have to be with her to strengthen my pack, and she's a good fuck, but mostly when I fuck her or any other wolf, I picture Anaiah under me, her baby blue eyes, her long hair, and round breast. Her plump lips and beautiful face are enough to make me cum like a teenager for the first time.
• Damn, she's the epitome of beauty. Thinking about her makes my dick hard in my jeans. I excuse myself and go to my office. I call an Omega who is more than happy. She gets on her knees and takes my long, hard cock in her mouth, and begins to move. I let out growls of pleasure and held the back of her neck, guiding her harder and faster, deep-throating me.
• "More, Anaiah," I moaned, and the slutty Omega bobbed her head faster, and I groaned as I released in her mouth. She swallows my cum and gets to her feet, smiling and looking satisfied.
• "Oh my Alpha, you are amazing, as usual," she purrs. I go to my desk and sit on my chair, leaning and relaxing when I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my chest. I groan and growl and the Omega comes to me worried, but I bear my sharp canines at her and she staggers, falling on her side in fear.
• "Get out," I growl as the pain only intensifies.
• 'WHAT IS GOING ON?' I ask Narcisse. He's also in so much pain.
• 'Our mate has accepted our rejection,'
• 'NO!' I roar.
• My chest burned for hours, and my breath came out in short pants. The fucking bitch accepted my rejection.
• How can she? Why would she?
• I thought she would wait longer to give me time to reconsider and take her back. I thought she would beg me to take back my rejection, but she accepted it. I growled at the thought of that. Anger coarse through me, but I couldn't leave my office because I was in too much pain. My wolf was whimpering and howling in sadness. I was feeling so many emotions, but I couldn't pinpoint which one, but I knew one thing. I needed to see her. I have to see Anaiah. I refuse to let her go. I can't lose my mate because I'm afraid of what others will say.
• After I calmed down and the painful sensations began to disappear. I mind-linked the head guard to get her out of the dungeon, but no one answered. I couldn't even feel their wolves! What the fuck was happening to my men?
• I march towards the dungeons in anger, and once I'm there, the guards at the entrance are in deep conversation. I growled, alerting them of my presence, and they stood straight, saluting me.
• I went straight to the cell where they kept my mate but the silver bars were ripped from their hinges. I snarled when I saw two men carrying the bodies of dead men. They looked like they were ripped apart by a beast.
• "What happened?"
• "The Lycan King was here, he- he took the girl,"
• I grabbed him by the collar and growled in his face.
• "What do you mean took her?"
• "Some guards were - um, sir..." He was stuttering, and I was getting frustrated. What did the guards do to my mate?
• "If you don't stop your stuttering, or I'll snap your fucking neck,"
• I threw him against the wall, and he grunted painfully.
• "The men assaulted her, and the King killed him, sir," he said with difficulty. My anger rose, and I clenched my teeth, growling furiously.
• "Where is she?!"
• "I... I don't know, sir," He trembled. I left the cells after mind-linking with some guards. They informed me Anaiah had been taken to the hospital. I rushed there and saw that she was peacefully lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Her face was bruised, and it made me shudder. She was underweight and pale, her hair was disheveled, and her features were soft. I caressed her soft cheek and felt faint tingles under my fingers.
• I bent down and kissed her forehead but stopped when I sensed someone's presence behind me. I turned around to face the intruder.
• "What happened to her?"