The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate by Fire Sprout

Chapter 1
Avery
Today was the Moon Goddess’ night of bonding. The pack’s witch always announces its arrival to prep the pack members for the event.
Some werewolves might not discover their mate bonds normally or something unfortunate happened to their mate and they needed to find their second chance mates..
This night of bonding is the opportunity for the moon goddess to grant their wishes and I was looking forward to it.
I should have found my mate by the age of eighteen when all werewolves become adults but I didn’t. I chalked it up to the fact that my bloodline might be too weak.
I felt like having a soulmate of my own might finally be the beginning of the streak of good luck that should be happening in my
life.
My pack, the Silver Crescent can’t be said to maltreat me according to the standards of bullying set by some of the other packs sca ttered across the world. They did well to take me in and I accept every of their other shortcomings towards me.
It didn’t matter if I liked the way the pack members treat me, for them not to throw me out of the pack is an huge gift to me.
My mother came to seek refuge from our pack’s alpha and he agreed on the premise that she did some of the odd jobs around the base. She was heavy with my pregnancy then.
It didn’t take long for my bad luck to strike and one warm morning, the patrols found my mother torn to pieces by rogue werewolves. She was stuck in the position of protecting me and I felt like the pitiful or fearful eyes of the Silver Crescent pack members following me unfailing from that day henceforth.
Their gazes does not fail in its task to show me how cursed I am and I have learnt to accept it in stride. Although the ache might resurface sometimes, I can suppress it when it does.
I had done all my cleaning duties for the day and I closed my door quietly behind me. I lived in the small shack the alpha had gifted my mother when she joined the pack.
Sometimes, I do wonder about my mother. I wonder why she would
have be willing to die for me. My low self esteem would try to figure out if my mother didn’t notice the smell of bad luck I believe is wafting off

me.
I guess that is what motherhood mean. I have never really entertained the thought of me having pups, you have to procure a mate first in order to have the qualifications to even think about kids.
I shrug those thoughts away as I kept my head bowed anytime I encounter my pack members on the way to the square the moon goddess’ night of bonding is going to commence in,
Laying low and blending is already like second skin for me. After doing this kind if thing for years, it is hard not to become proficient.
I got to the square successfully with no whispers, jabs and the likes accompanying me to my destination. It seemed like all the pack members were in a good mood tonight.
Who wouldn’t be happy? Even I couldn’t suppress the excitement of seeing my future mate.
‘We might meet our mate today’, my wolf Silver said in mirroring _excitement.
She and I had been looking forward to finding our other half since forever. A person that would consider us his everything.
Silver is one of the reasons I didn’t decide to end my life years ago. She had been a good wolf and companion. I can’t really imagine what I can- do without her.
Werewolves filled the square. I thanked my stars that I was not late after looking around and not seeing the pack’s witch or the alpha’s family around.
As my eyes swept over the people present, my eyes clicked with a familiar stranger.
The eyes that met mine belonged to Lily, a person I thought was my friend once. That notion was a big mistake on my part.
Lily and her family joined our pack months ago. Her father was a beta and her mother was an omega. Her family was perfect and when she spoke to me, I was thrilled. I thought I finally found a friend that was unaffected with my background and history or how unlucky I am.
I was wrong. I did not know I was just a game or pastime to Lily. She used me in her bid to expand her popularity and I guessed when I
outlived my usefulness, she let me know. She didn’t bother putting up pretenses anymore and she joined the ranks of my bullies.
The question demanding an explanation to what Lily did plagued my mind many times and I thought of confronting her on numerous occasions too but my cowardly self couldn’t bring myself to come face to face with her.
I just watched as she went farther and farther away from me. Sometimes I blamed her and sometimes I did not. Many people would do anything to be accepted by a group and I am talking from experience here. It is not like I would want to do a dastardly thing to get accepted by my pack but if it is a harmless thing that I can do, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Lily had not gotten her mate too and I didn’t see her being ostracized, only I, the cursed shewolf can be left in the background.
Our gazes break away from each other when Lily turned to one of the girls milling around her to discuss.
I stopped my mind from thinking of her too by refocusing my attention. on this wonderful night.
-The night of bonding is like a sacred festival because werewolves and lycans take mates seriously. If a werewolf is mateless, they are free to attend as many nights of bonding as they want till they find their mate. Even wolves that did not belong to my pack mingles with my pack members. Sometimes, it was all about trying your best because you don’t know which pack your mate might reside in.
You just have to pray the moon goddess choose someone closer or that she should arrange a chance meeting.
Some werewolves might be miles away from their destined mate while the others can be just a look away.
I earnestly hope my mate is present in this gathering because not finding my mate this time might give my depression a kick start. It wasn’t something I was willing to witness.
The crowd suddenly turned quiet and I jolted myself from my reverie. I looked up to see the alpha and his family accompanying the pack’s witch to make an entrance.
Our pack’s Alpha had a middle aged man’s figure with what he thought was a welcoming smile decorating his face like a piece of annoying plaster. His Luna, Nikki stood by his side.
Her dressing and presentation was on point. Their two children, Chase and Dean was my biggest bullies.