Rejecting My Lycan Mate
- Genre: Romance
- Author: Tessa Lilly
- Chapters: 39
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 18+
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“I, Madeline Clark, rejec…,” I started speaking, but Alpha Dimitri stopped me by putting his hand over my mouth. He pulled me closer to him and growled. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted. “I am not letting you do this, Maddie. I’ve waited for you for months and I am not going to lose you!” His eyes held so much pain and his voice was laced with panic. “You are mine, Maddie,” he said as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss on my forehead. “You are mine, and I am not letting you go.” Madeline is a 17-year-old girl who still hasn’t shifted into her wolf. Her father abandoned her mother when she was very young. She’s been bullied and laughed at all the time. After she lost her mom, the person who loved her the most, Madeline is completely distraught and broken. Her father comes back to take her back to his pack. Madeline is against it, but her financial situation forces her to go with him. Dimitri is a Lycan wolf, the Alpha of his very successful pack. He is 22 years old, and he still hasn’t found his mate. When Madeline comes to his pack, he is very surprised to find out that she is his mate. He is also very frustrated because she is his stepsister who still hasn’t shifted. She can’t recognize him as her mate. Madeline struggles in the new pack. She doesn’t have the best relationship with her stepmother. She can’t wait to turn 18 and leave. What will happen when Madeline finds out who her mate is? What will Dimitri do after she rejects him? Will he be able to convince her to stay?
CHAPTER ONE - Chosen mate
“Have you thought about taking a chosen mate, Dimitri?” my mother asked, making me roll my eyes. “You are 22 years old. It’s time for you to choose a strong she-wolf to become your Luna.”
I continued cutting my meat without even looking up at my mother.
Skol growled. He hated the thought of having a chosen mate. We would wait for our fated mate.
“Leave him alone, Janet,” Mike, my mother’s new mate, said. “He already told you that he wants to wait for his fated mate.”
I glanced up at Mike and gave him a small nod.
I didn’t really like him. I had nothing against the guy, but something about him never sat right with me.
My mother married him two years ago. He wasn’t a Lycan like my mother and me. I never understood why my mother wanted to marry him, but that definitely wasn’t my business, so I never got involved. I tolerated Mike because I had to.
Some of our pack members frowned at the fact that Mike was just a werewolf and not a Lycan like my mother and me. Technically, that was true. What my pack members didn’t know was that Mike really had Lycan genes, but his Lycan never woke up.
It didn’t matter to me anyway. He wouldn’t be able to become the Alpha of my pack even if he were a Lycan.
Something was wrong with Mike today. He seemed absent and a little worried.
“Mike, honey, stop worrying,” my mother mumbled as she took his hand in hers. “Everything is going to be okay.”
Mike looked up at her and frowned.
“How can you say that?” he said with a hint of anger in his voice.
What the fuck happened?
“What the hell is going on?” I asked before my mother could say anything else.
My mother and Mike glanced at each other. Mike sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and looked down at his plate.
My mother looked at me, and I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Mike’s fated mate is dying,” my mother said, making my eyes widen.
I looked at Mike. I was so fucking confused.
“I thought that you didn’t find your fated mate,” I said, holding back a growl.
I fucking hated wolves who betrayed their fated mates. A mate was a gift from the Goddess. A mate was supposed to be loved and cherished. What the fuck was he doing here with my mother if his fated mate was out there somewhere?!
Mike looked up at me and took a deep breath.
“I did find her,” Mike mumbled. “I just never marked her.”
My confusion turned into a surprise.
How the fuck did he manage to hold back from marking his mate? I was so fucking sure that I would sink my canines into her neck as soon as I met her.
“I was young and stupid,” Mike sighed, looking back down at the table. “I thought that my Lycan would surface. I waited for it to happen. I was the only one with Lycan genes in my pack, and I thought that once I got my Lycan, I would be able to do so much more than just be a Beta of my pack.”
Mike stopped talking and sighed.
“I met my mate,” Mike continued. “I promised her that I would mark her as soon as my Lycan appeared. Except it never happened. I got more and more frustrated. I got so fucking angry. I spent my days drunk on whiskey mixed with wolfsbane. I was constantly pissed off. She kept asking me to mark her, but I never did.”
Mike stopped talking and looked at my mother.
“So you don’t have a mate bond with her?” I asked.
“No,” Mike said as he looked at me. “I wouldn't be able to mark your mother if I did.”
Chosen mates and second mates could also mark each other. The mark wasn’t as powerful as it was when it was given by a fated mate, but it still had power.
“But you are bound to her, aren’t you, Mike?” my mother said with a hint of resentment in her voice.
I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell was she talking about? How could he be bound to a woman he never marked?
“I am,” Mike mumbled.
“How?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I have a child with her,” Mike said, looking at me.
My eyes widened.
He had a child?
“I got her pregnant when I still thought that I would mark her,” Mike said. “I left her when my child was 2 years old.”
My eyes widened even more. The little respect I had for Mike plummeted to the ground.
“I feel so fucking guilty,” Mike said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I haven’t seen my daughter in 15 years, and now…”
He stopped talking and took a deep breath.
“You have a daughter?” I asked, trying to mask my growing rage.
“Yes,” Mike nodded. “She is 17 years old. Her name is Madeline.”
“And her mother is dying?” I asked, clenching my fists.
“Yes,” Mike said. “She has cancer. She called me a few days ago, begging me to take Madeline in when she dies.”
“You are going to do it,” I said.
It wasn’t a question. It was a fucking order. He would do it. He wouldn't just let a 17-year-old girl alone. He had done enough damage already.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Dimitri,” my mother said, making me growl.
“Why the fuck not?” I asked, glaring at my mother.
“Mike and I aren’t that young anymore,” my mother sighed. “I’m not sure that we could handle a 17-year-old girl.”
I growled and looked at Mike.
“You are not leaving your child alone again,” I said. “What pack is she in?”
“My old pack, Red Moon,” Mike said.
I knew about that pack. I visited it five years ago with my father. It was just a few months before he died, and that trip was one of my favorite memories with him.
“Don’t make the same mistake again, Mike,” I said as I stood up. “You already left your child once. Don’t do it again.”
I walked away from the table.
I needed to get away from them.
I was so fucking pissed off at Mike.
How could he do that to his fated mate and his child?!
I would love my fated mate more than anything else in the world. She would be so fucking loved and protected.
I would never do what Mike did.
CHAPTER TWO - Sick
“Mom, please, you have to take the pills,” I sighed, trying to get her to open her mouth.
We’ve been at this for almost an hour now. I was trying to convince her that she needed her pills, and she was pushing them away and screaming at me that she didn’t want them.
She slapped my hand away, and a handful of pills scattered all over the floor.
I sighed and got down on my knees to pick them up.
“Don’t bother, Madeline,” my mom said. “I’m not taking them.”
I looked up at her. I wanted to scream. She didn’t have to be in pain!
She was lying in her bed, clutching her stomach, and sobbing quietly. She was covered in sweat. Her white nightgown was wet, and it was sticking to her body. She was pale and so fucking thin. I could barely get her to eat anything.
She lost all of her hair months ago. It was really hard for me to see her without her hair, her eyebrows, and her eyelashes. It was the first time I realized that my mom was