The Lycan King's Rejected Queen

Alina's POV

I was running through the dark forest, trying to save my life.

I could see another territory in the distance. I tried hard to get there, so I sped up my running. But before I could get there, some wolves stopped me.

I could smell them; they were rogues.

"Why are all the dangers coming together before me? There is no one to save me now, no way I can save my life."

Those rogue wolves began to growl at me, and I was terrified. There is no one in the world to call my own.

Who would save me?

The rogues could smell me; that was why they came after me. I was an unmated Omega. Every male wolf could get attracted to Omegas or want to have them.

I was trembling in fear.

Suddenly, those rogues stopped growling and took a step back, looking behind me. I had a feeling that someone was behind me.

Then I smelled the scent from which I was running away from here to escape. I was trying to escape from the owner of the scent.

The man came from behind me and went to the rogues. His back was facing me, so I could not see his face. But even watching him from his back, anybody could tell that he had a dark aura.

He turned his head slowly to his side and said in his deep voice,

"You tried so hard to run away? But you know very well that you can't escape from me. Nobody can save you from your death. You have to die. I want to see you die brutally."

When I heard him, my hands were shaking, my legs began to wobble, my breathing became labored, and all I could feel was fear.

As soon as the rogues heard those words, they began to growl at me. They knew who was in front of them, and they did not try to flee because they could not actually escape; instead, they tried to attack me in the hopes that the man would sympathize with them and then forgive them and let them go.

The man narrowed his eyes at the rogues when he saw what they were trying to do.

"I don't have time to play with you all," he said angrily to the rogues and immediately shifted.

I saw him shift and got afraid. His wolf was huge. His blackish gray fur was not looking dirty but pure.

Those rogues looked so small in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, he killed all the rogues. He killed them by biting their necks and ripping them away from their bodies.

I was startled. But when the wolf turned around and looked at me with his red eyes, I fell to the ground in fear.

The wolf was slowly approaching me, blood dripping from his teeth.

Fearful, I pressed the palms of my hands against my face and squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could.

The wolf tightened his jaw and jumped on me.

"AAAA!!!!"

I screamed with all my might.

"Alina, what happened to you?"

When a voice called out to me and patted my shoulder, I frowned.

I opened my eyes and looked around me.

I was in my bedroom!

Wasn't I in the forest?

I sat up, patted my cheeks, and then sighed. My heart was racing, and my entire body was sweating.

For the past few weeks, I have had the same dream every day. It was a nightmare. But it felt very real to me.

"Alina? Again the same dream?"

I looked beside me and noticed Crystal, my best friend, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I nodded at her.

"Don't worry. It's just a nightmare." Crystal said, patting my back.

"Do you want to drink some water?" Crystal asked.

"Hmm."

Crystal poured and handed me a glass of water.

I drank the entire glass of water in one gulp. I was still restless, though.

I glanced at my best friend. "When did you come here?"

"While you were watching nightmares."

Her words made me chuckle.

I lived in the dormitory. My best friend had a room directly across from mine. We had keys to each other's rooms.

Crystal and I have been friends for ten years. We first met at our elementary school when we were ten. We ended up becoming friends. We both moved abroad for higher education.

"Alina, you have not gone to the pack house in five years. But you promised me last week that you would go with me tomorrow in our pack. Did you forget about it?" Crystal asked.

"Why do I want to go back to the pack? My mom and dad don't love me. In the past five years, they never tried to get in touch with me. I bet they will not be happy if I go there," I replied with an upset tone.

"But you promised me last week. And you are a woman of one word. Aren't you? " Crystal tried to convince me.

"Okay, I will. But only for you. Because I don't break promises."

"That's my girl. Come here, let me hug you."

"No. Don't hug me. I am all sweaty," I said, getting out of the bed.

"I always think about your dreams, Alina. Doesn't the man always come to save you in your dreams?"

I took my clothes from the closet, shaking my head. "No, he always comes to save me, but he says he is the one who wants to kill me. He claims he has the right to kill me."

"How strange! I thought he was your knight in shining armor."

"I never felt safe in my dreams when he came to save me. It was as if I already knew he was going to kill me. In fact, I was running away from him." I explained the dream to Crystal.

"Don't worry. Maybe you are too stressed, which is why you keep dreaming about these. The man is just your imagination; otherwise, why would anyone try to kill you?" Crystal said, and I nodded my head.

Just as I was ready to head to the bathroom to shower, Crystal asked,

"But how does the man in your dreams look?" Crystal asked with excitement.

I stopped at the door and replied,

"He radiated a dark aura. And I always saw his side face. He was a very handsome man."

"You mean a handsome imaginary enemy who wants to kill you every night in your nightmare?"

I chuckled. "Yeah."

Then I went to take a shower.

After showering and changing into comfortable clothes, I exited the bathroom. I noticed Crystal was not in my room anymore.

After wiping my hair, I dried it. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and took a look at myself. Even though I was twenty years old, everyone who saw me thought I was a girl of sixteen or eighteen. They said I looked very young for my age.

I got out of my room and knocked on Crystal's door. Crystal quickly opened the door and looked at me. "Let's go."

I nodded to her and said, "Yeah, we are running late because of my annoying nightmare."

"No, it's not like that. Don't worry. If we run, we can get to class quickly. Though I am not a werewolf like you, and I can't compare to your strength, still, I can try." Crystal said.

I looked into Crystal's green eyes.

Crystal was not a werewolf like me. She was a witch, a daughter of a very powerful witch. Her mother was a royal witch in our pack. So very soon, Crystal will be the royal witch, just like her mother.

Crystal lost her mother five years ago. She loved her mom a lot. But her mom passed away very early. She could not even say goodbye to her.

"So what if you are not a werewolf? We werewolves have physical strength, while witches have the most powerful thing, which is their mental power. You can do anything with your abilities," I said.

We were walking and chatting in the hallway. But we saw some girls fangirling over someone.

"This man is getting attention every day." Crystal said, her gaze drawn to the crowd.

"Yeah, he is the national crush here," I responded with a laugh.

"Alina, I have heard he is a true blood Alpha. You are a werewolf too. Do you want me to set you two up?" Crystal said this while wiggling her brows.

"Oh please, no thanks," I replied and glanced at the crowd. I saw the man whom my best friend had just described as a true blood Alpha.

He was none other than Rick Miller. He was a popular figure at their university. People said he did not want to be the head Alpha of his pack, so he came here and began studying alongside other creatures. Here, everyone was free to date anyone. No boundaries or rules to have the same rank or same status.

Crystal patted my shoulder and asked, "What happened? Do you fall in love at first sight?"

I laughed in response to her question. "No, I am not like you. You are the one who can fall in love at first sight. But you have never told me who he is. You even go to the pack once every three months to see your prince charming. Isn't it?"

I remembered the day four years ago when Crystal returned from her vacation and told me about the man she fell in love with. That time, I did not believe her. However, Crystal continued to visit the pack house every three months to see him. It was as though she was obsessed with him.

"Shh. Don't talk about him here openly. And he is not any Prince Charming," Crystal whispered to me.

"Really? Then who is he?" I asked jokingly. I assumed Crystal would ignore my question again. But this time Crystal answered me in a lower tone, but I heard her clearly.

"He is the Lycan King."