Rejected By Alpha, Marked By The Cursed Lycan King

Camilla's POV

The tick of the clock jolted me awake as I stifled a gasp. I hoped I wasn't running late already. I sighed when I saw that it was just 7:09 a.m. I let out a deep breath, and my eyes caught the view of Kate mopping the floor and wiping sweat off her forehead with her palms.

"You're up? Oh wow," Kate said happily and dropped the mop to the floor as she tried to reach me, but I stopped her midway.

"You've woken up so early to work. I'm going to do the same thing. I hope your night was great," I said with a wink, and she nodded and smiled.

I quickly searched the wardrobe for my work attire. Cassius had sent Jace last night to deliver the clothes to me. I would need to wear them each time I was going to work in his room.

I rushed out of the room after wearing it. I walked quickly to reach his room, as the clothes were revealing. I had to cover my chest with my palms as I hurried off.

The door was slightly open, and I let out a final breath before stepping in. The guards knew my face already and didn't stop me. And then, I saw him sitting on his king-sized bed, watching me as though he was counting one to ten while expecting me to arrive.

And the memories of last night flushed back to mind when I saw those green eyes again. That broad smirk. That heavy scent in that little dark room. I sighed.

"Good morning, Alpha," I lowered my head and said as I started to arrange the room. He didn't give any response. He just sat there, watching me labor in front of him. I mopped the floor. I dusted the chairs and rearranged them. I arranged the books on the shelves, and it was now time to set his bed, but he was still watching me without saying a word.

"I-I need to set the bed now," I whispered, stepping back when I didn't hear a word from him. His green eyes didn't stop staring at me, and it felt eerie for a second.

All of a sudden, he snapped back to life. He slowly rose to his feet and moved away from the bed. He stood at a close range to me, and I knew it was time to set the bed. I would have to wait for his nod of approval before leaving for today's activities in my room.

Before my hands could grab the sheets, he reached for me and flipped me so that my face was staring at him. Fear gripped my heart as I stifled a gasp. His gaze was piercing, and he seemed to be controlling so much rage in him.

When I didn't say a word still, he sent me crashing onto the wall, and he soon reached me, standing right in front of me and choking me to the wall.

"Is this how you are just going to pretend like nothing happened last night?" He said with his deep, baritone voice. I stared at his face now. Even though it scared me, I was wowed by his nice features. Perfect haircut. Perfect beard. And a deep, manly, baritone voice, fitting for a killer.

"W-What...?" I mumbled. What was he talking about?

"Are you asking me?!" He hit his palms on the wall, and my heart skipped a beat. I gasped and lowered my gaze.

"Raise your head!!" He screamed, and my ears almost went deaf as I raised my head again, shaking terribly.

"You were supposed to enter the kitchen last night, but you came to that little dark room, and who did you see? Why did you run away?" His screams were not as loud as the earlier ones now. He touched my chin and raised it slightly while shaking his head in deep thought.

He sniffed the air between us and shut his eyes, groaning deeply like his wolf was about to pop out.

"Mate," he growled, his green pair of eyes falling onto mine again. I was in a state of panic. I hadn't recovered from the shock of how Damon could reject me and choose my sister in my presence without feeling bad about it. Fuck traditions. Fuck the Elders. He would have his way if he wanted to.

His palms caressed my face and reached my neck finally. Each touch of his palm on my skin caused a tingling sensation. My wolf was finally jogging back to life. The scent grew heavier when he let out a deep breath. I could feel this sudden closeness with him, this strange familiarity... and there were no words to utter.

"For how long have you known this?" He asked, and I whimpered. Emotions were intercepting one another, and tears pooled in my eyes. I didn't know if they were tears of fear or tears of joy for having a second chance mate. Or tears of regret for even coming to this life, first to be rejected and sold by my only male friend and lover figure, and second to be mated to a known killer. His two mates died mysteriously, as rumor had it.

Was it my fate to always end up with bad men?

I was close to ignoring his question. But then I muttered a response. "Just... just last night."

"Why did you refuse to speak up?" He raised my chin and said suddenly, like fighting between anger and pity.

"I... I..." I stammered. Why would I speak up? I literally kicked the door open and ran out of the little dark room. I knew he was the one with those green set of eyes, and I knew my wolf said he was my mate, but I couldn't just wait there. Fear won me at that moment. It sounded strange to the ears, it sounded scary, and it sounded unavoidable.

"Who placed this mark on you?" His voice finally dropped, and he took another whiff of my scent. He shut his eyes and felt the pleasure, but he took on a tight face again, not wanting to admit it.

"My former mate," I quickly said. I just felt the energy to speak up now. "He rejected me..."

"Of course he did. The goddess wouldn't pair you to me if you're still linked," he said and let out one deep sigh.

"This is getting interesting. Another mate in how many months?" He asked himself and laughed hard at that, while my own mind got filled with fear.

"Camilla," he called my name with his deep voice as he placed his hands gently on my chest. I gasped and stared at him. What was he doing?

"Everything inside of me screams to rip out this little revealing dress and ram myself deep into you. Every part of your body is calling onto me to romance it. Your scent," he said, his voice going deep and low at intervals, "is both deadly and alluring. What have you done to my wolf this early morning, huh, Camilla?!"

I was quiet as he screamed at me. I felt so small, judging by his huge figure, and my mind drifted off for seconds. I didn't want a mate at this point in my life. I just wanted to be fine, to be alone, not bothering anyone, not being bothered.

But one thought struck me. I was bought. By him. For a million dollars. I was bought to do his will. To breathe only when he orders me to. I was under his will and control. I wouldn't choose for myself. He could go ahead and claim me already. The mark on my neck could be replaced today, and who knows if my healing would be perfected?

"Get off this dress," he suddenly commanded with a low tone, and I felt scared. I didn't want to lose my dignity just this way. I didn't want to. But I had no choice. A tear rolled down my chin as I reached to get it off, but then a knock came on the door.

"Come in, only if it's urgent," he said, and I paused. We watched as Jace walked in with a smile. He saw me sweating but couldn't ask why since he came to talk to Cassius.

"We got a letter this morning," Jace said and handed an envelope to Cassius. "It's from the North Pack."

My eyes widened in shock. Alpha Damon sent him a message...for what reason? Maybe they had other deals that weren't yet finalized.

"What's it all about? I'm not in the mood to read letters," he said and threw the envelope back at Jace. "Read it for me."

"It's an apology letter. He wrote many lines to apologize for his errors and plead for reconsideration," Jace said, but Cassius was confused. At this point, it felt like it was only my ears working. I paid a lot of attention to his words.

"Apology? He didn't offend me..." Cassius was confused. "What does he want? What does the letter say?"

"He wants to reimburse the payment you made," Jace said, and I stared daggers at him. "He said he can double the payment you made to get Camilla. He said he wants her back in his pack, and he's ready to do anything to get her back."

Cassius's lips widened with a smirk. "I blame you."

"Why?" Jace softly asked.

"How could you waste your time reading such a sick letter? If he's ready to get the girl back, let him get down here with the double payment," Cassius said, and Jace was about to nod his head when Cassius completed his words, "only that his head might fall off his body just at the border."

Then he raised his voice. "I don't collect reimbursement. I don't need anything from him. A done deal is a done deal. If he sends any more letters, let me know. I will send warriors to reduce the number of wolves in his pack."

"Leave now before I break your second arm," Cassius raised his voice at Jace, who quickly left his presence, and he turned over to me.

"You," he pointed his finger at me and stepped closer to meet me, "little Camilla..."

He pulled me into a big hug and patted my back, running his fingers through my hair. "I would rather kill myself than return you to the North Pack. If I let you go, how then will I enjoy a new experiment?"

My heart dropped to my feet at those words.