The Lycan King's Rejected Omega

CHAPTER FOUR

Alpha Cedric cleared his throat, glancing between Thorian and Asannah. "Your Majesty, I understand there might be confusion, but in our pack, we follow a tradition where the elder sister must marry first before the younger one. Asannah here is the eldest, and according to our customs, she is the one who should be wedded first."

Asannah nodded in agreement, "That's correct, Your Majesty."

Thorian's stern expression remained unchanged as he listened to their explanation. He then let out a disinterested sigh. "I don't care about your pack's traditions or customs. My father showed me a photograph of the woman he expects me to marry, and this is her." Thorian pointed at the photograph.

Cedric and Asannah exchanged a look of concern. "Your Majesty, please understand," Cedric implored, "this tradition cannot be deferred…you have to understand.."

Thorian's silver eyes flashed with impatience. "I don't care about your traditions. I don't care about honor. I want the woman in this photograph. If that's not her, then there's a problem, and you need to fix it."

Asannah's composure shattered. "Your Majesty, this is absurd! It's supposed to be me who marries you! I'm the better choice, the more suitable mate for a powerful Alpha like yourself. I am the one who possesses the qualities you need."

Thorian's patience waned, his frown deepening. "Enough of this nonsense." He slammed his fists on the table and Asannah humprd on her feet in startledness, letting out a yelp.

"I don't care about your opinions on who's better. My father showed me a woman, and that's who I want. Now, either bring her to me, or I'll find her myself."

"Your Majesty, please reconsider! I can assure you I am more compatible. I am the one you need!"

Thorian's steely gaze intensified, his tone firm. "I said enough. Go and bring the woman from this photograph. If you can't, then I'll be on my way."

Cedric looked at his sister, she was on the verge of tears and it was obvious that Thorian was hellbent on getting married to Asmeria.

Which he wouldn't allow. Never.

Since Thorian's father so keen on him marrying a woman from the bloodline of an Alpha, how would Thorian proceed knowing that Asmeria was actually an omega?

Cedric rose to his feet, "Well then, Your Majesty, there's something you need to know," he began, hesitating as he weighed the consequences of his revelation. "Asmeria is an—"

Before Cedric could elaborate further, the grand doors swung open, and Asmeria entered the room.

Everyone's attention moved to the entrance. Thorian's piercing silver eyes immediately locked onto her, and in that moment, everything changed.

His expression softened, a subtle recognition flickering in his eyes. "Yes, this is the woman I want," he declared.

Asmeria's jaw dropped when she saw Thorian break into a smile as he gazed at Asmeria.

Thorian had never seen such a beauty before, never in his life. And the spark he felt was immediate, he was captivated by her. Dare he say, it was love at first sight.

Was it her luscious blonde hair that looked even better in person? The way they cascaded down her back in deep, long waves was a sight fpr days.

Not to mention her deep, midnight blue eyes that complimented her hair so well. And those pink, plump lips of hers? He wanted to kiss them non-stop—a but too forward, he knew, but that was how he felt.

But then, he noticed something; those eyes of hers, they were hollow and swollen, like she had just been crying.

His smile ceased and his brows furrowed immediately, what had made her cry?

However, sighting Cedric, Asannah and most especially Thorian on the table was more overwhelming than Asmeria had thought.

She had initially been crying her eyes out in her room because she had once again, felt left out and bullied by her siblings. But this time, she decided not to just sit back in the room and cry.

She wanted to come downstairs and partake in the dinner by all means.

But as she got to the dining and saw as Thorian's smile changed to scowl upon looking at her, she misunderstood the expression and thought he was angry that she showed up.

He must've already picked Asannah to be his wife, and she was just an unwelcomed guest.

Fear crept into her eyes and in that instant, she stammered an apology, "I-I'm sorry for barging in," and without waiting for a response, she hastily excused herself.

Asmeria turned on her heel and fled from the room, the echoes of her hurried footsteps resonating through the corridor.

Thorian's temper flared as she left, his eyes narrowing in anger as he rose abruptly, causing the dining table to shake with the force of his movement. Plates clattered, and the room seemed to hold its breath.

Cedric, alarmed by the sudden outburst, quickly intervened. "Your Majesty, please, calm yourself. There's a reason for everything. Let's discuss this calmly."

Thorian's fists were clenched, and he glared at Cedric. "I demand to know why she was crying. What have you all done to her?"

Asannah, nervously stammered, "We... we didn't do anything. We don't even know why she was crying. She just barged in, and—"

Thorian cut her off, "Don't lie! You all know something. Why did you forbid her from the dinner, and why did she look terrified when she entered?"

Asannah began stuttering, attempting to form an explanation, but Thorian silenced her with a stern look. "Enough. You've said too much already. "

And with that, Thorian pushed his seat away and ran after Asmeria. He could see the flays of her red dress as she took a turn leftwards, he was far behind but he quickened his pace.

A flight of steps were in front of him by the time he got there and he could see the tips of her dress at the top already. He followed after her and when he got to the top, he met with a large door.

There was no other place she could've gone to so he opened the door, and it led him to the balcony. He looked ahead and saw her leaning on the railing, crying.

His shoulders slumped and he cautiously approached her.

Sensing his presence, she turned, her tear-stained eyes meeting his. She immediately tried to take a step back out of fear but her back met with the cold railing.

Her breath hitched in her throat, "P–plea—"

"No." He raised his hand in surrender, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

She sniffled and you could see a bit of her tension simmer down as her shoulders lowered, dropping her hand from the railing.

Thorian, unaccustomed to dealing with such raw emotions, spoke gently, "Why are you— what troubles you?"

She hesitated, not expecting the Lycan King to show genuine concern.

Yet, the sincerity in his voice compelled her to open up.

But what was she supposed to say? Where would she start from?

Her late parents? Her suffering in this place? Maltreatment from Cedric and Asannah? How she felt so alone and depressed?

What exactly was she going to begin with?

Her anxiousness returned and she couldn't hold Thorian's gaze anymore. He still awaited an answer.

Just then, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The rush of an intoxicating scent enveloped him. His senses heightened, and he inhaled deeply.

The scent was captivating, familiar yet unique.

His eyes widened, realization dawned on him. "Mate," he breathed.

He knew his immediate attraction to her wasn't without cause—she was his mate!

Simultaneously, she caught the distinctive scent in the air. Her breath caught as the fragrance filled her senses, a scent that felt like a missing puzzle piece had clicked into place.

"Mate," she whispered, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief.

Their eyes met and the hunger that flowed in their veins was swift, strong and filled with desire. A primal heat coursed through them, igniting every fiber in their bodies. It filled them with the want and need to mate with each other.

Thorian could feel the surge of blood racing downward to his groin. Asmeria's core tingled with a spark that only a mate could satisfy—only Thorian could satisfy.

She bit her lip, tightening her legs together. "Lord Thorian, I–I feel, uhm, I fe—"

"Hush, darling." Thorian whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a step closer to her, both hands gripping her waist gently. She flinched—in a good way—his touch was foreign.

There was something protective and domineering about it, yet soothing. Besides, she had never been touched by a man before. It was all strange to her.

She looked up to him, getting caught in the silver sea that laid in his eyes. She gulped, swallowing nothing.

Thorian could feel and see her nervousness. He didn't want her to be shy or anxious around him.

Gently, his fingers traced patterns along her exposed arm and his lips lifted into a small smile for the second time tonight, "And, you can call me Thorian." he added, and the next moment, his lips had claimed Asmeria's.

She didn't know how to react. She had never been kissed before. So her lips just remained static in his for a moment.

His hands on her waist gripped tighter, pulling her closer to him and that was when she moved her lips against his.

Slowly at first, until she finally got the rhythm and started to move in sync with him. Her hands moved on their own accord, wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.

The kiss lingered for a moment before Thorian pulled away, placing a peck on her lips.

Their heads were still close and his lips hovered above hers.

"Asmeria, right?" he asked, his breath raspy.

She nodded, her chest heaving. "Yes." She breathed.

"Asmeria, do you want to be my mate?"

She didn't think it twice.

"Yes, Lord Thorian. I will be your mate."

And with that, Thorian leaned forward, baring his fangs as he lowered his teeth on her neck.

Her eyes shut tight as she let out a yelp as his teeth dug into her skin, marking her as his.

He retracted and her hand immediately went to the area where he had marked, feeling the now wounded skin. She winced as her hand came in contact with it.

Bringing her hand to view, she saw her blood stained fingers.

She looked up at him and he stared back at her.

"Sh–shall we consummate…the bond?" She stammered, her heart doing flips in her chest as anxiety overwhelmed her.

She was a virgin, keeping herself for her mate. And now he was here; and despite how nervous she was, she was going to let him have s*x with her.

The corners of his lips lifted in a smirk, "I've been wanting to do that ever since I saw you walk through that dining door."

She smiled and within a snap of a finger, her lips reconnected with his. His hands moved to the straps of her dress, dragging them down while her hands started to unbutton his royal regalia.

And right there, at that very balcony, they consumated their bond.