I Rejected My Alpha and the Lycan King Claimed Me

The blue light of my monitor cast shadows across my face as I put the finishing touches on the encrypted CAD files. My fingers moved with practiced precision, saving the final version of the Moonlight Stronghold's design to my secure drive. Years of work, countless sleepless nights, all distilled into these digital blueprints that would transform our pack's territory into an impregnable fortress.

My wolf, Luna, paced restlessly in my mind. *Something feels wrong*, she whispered.

"It's just the pressure of the deadline," I murmured, rubbing my tired eyes. "The Summit is in three days."

A notification chimed from my phone, breaking my concentration. I frowned, annoyed at the interruption. Probably another message from Dominick about his "border dispute meetings" that had kept him away for days.

But it wasn't.

From: Silver Crescent Apothecary

Subject: Payment Declined - Joint Alpha Account

I tapped the screen, confusion giving way to disbelief as I read the details.

"Payment for Wolfsbane Contraceptive Tonic Grade A declined due to credit limit reached."

My hand froze above the phone. Wolfsbane contraceptive? We'd been trying for an heir for months. Every full moon, we'd...

*He wouldn't*, Luna growled, her presence suddenly alert in my mind.

But the evidence was right there on my screen. The pack's most restricted substance, one that guaranteed sterility for months after ingestion. Something no Alpha pair trying for an heir would ever touch.

"Get up," I whispered to myself, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "Check the security feeds."

I moved to my secure tablet, the one only I could access with my Luna biometrics. My fingers flew across the screen, entering the override codes that would give me access to the Pack House's private wing cameras.

"Where is he?" I muttered, scanning the empty corridors.

Then I found him. In my office.

My stomach twisted as the feed loaded. The timestamp showed it was from earlier today—when I'd been in meetings with the construction team.

Dominick stood behind my desk, his hands gripping the edge as Catalina Weaver, the new administrative assistant, knelt before him. Her fingers worked at his belt while he tilted his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck yes," his voice came through the audio feed. "Zaniyah's designs will make us untouchable at the Summit."

Catalina looked up at him, her lips curved in a smug smile. "And she has no idea?"

"None." Dominick laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. "She thinks I'm handling border disputes. Meanwhile, I've got her precious blueprints."

My eyes widened as I watched him move to my private safe—the one containing the original physical copies of my work. The combination spun in his fingers with practiced ease.

"How did you get my combination?" I whispered to the screen.

"Watch and learn," Dominick said to Catalina, as if teaching her a valuable lesson. "The key to a successful marriage is knowing your mate's patterns better than they do."

The safe clicked open. My heart shattered as I watched him lift out my original sketches—years of work, my life's achievement.

"Once I present these as my own at the Summit," he continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "the Council will have no choice but to elevate our pack's status. And Zaniyah? She'll be demoted to what she's really good at—being a breeding mare."

Catalina's laughter cut through me like glass. "And if she refuses?"

"She won't." Dominick's smile was cold. "She's too loyal. Too trusting."

Luna snarled, her rage burning through my veins. *Kill him. Kill them both.*

"No," I whispered, forcing myself to breathe evenly. "Not like this."

Hours later, I heard the front door open. The scent hit me immediately—sex masked by cheap musk, the kind Catalina wore. My wolf clawed at my throat, demanding retribution.

"Zaniyah?" Dominick called out, his voice artificially light. "Still working?"

I closed my laptop, sliding it under a stack of innocuous papers. "In here," I called back, my voice carefully modulated to sound tired but not suspicious.

He appeared in the doorway, his Alpha aura diminished somehow. Was it guilt? Or simply that his power had always been a reflection of mine?

"Long day?" he asked, loosening his tie.

"You have no idea," I replied, smiling through the knife in my heart.

He moved closer, and I fought the urge to recoil from his scent. "Are the files ready for my presentation?"

"Of course." I nodded, meeting his gaze steadily. "I uploaded the final version to your cloud server."

It was a lie. The master key remained safely on my personal drive, inaccessible to anyone but me.

"Perfect." He smiled, relief evident in his eyes. "You're the best mate an Alpha could ask for."

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his cheek in a gesture that made my skin crawl. "Anything for you, Alpha."

As he pulled away, satisfied with his deception, I made my decision. I couldn't just leave—not yet. A clean break would be too easy for him. Too merciful.

I would destroy him publicly, where there could be no hiding from the truth.

"The Summit will be quite the event," I said softly, watching recognition flicker in his eyes.

"Yes," he agreed, oblivious to the storm brewing behind my smile. "It certainly will."