The Alpha’s Rejected Bride
Chapter 30

Lucy

Pov

It's Friday today, our relationship is a week old. Rayan came back from work early to spend the day with

me. He's calm and it's amazingly beautiful to be in his presence. He treats me well but maybe because it's too early to tell as our relationship is new.

We are sitting in the salon on the loveseat, my back is against his chest and our fingers intertwined as we discuss our interests.

"Did you always know you wanted to be a pediatrician?" He asks,

"Yes, I used to visit the hospital with my mom a lot, I remember admiring her so much when she was working,"

I smile as the picture of mom comes to my mind, she had long brown straight hair that fit her chiseled face and beautiful fair skin.

She was the sweetest, just like Queen Astrid.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Miranda used to give us cookies even when mother forbade it,"

"Hmm. I still can't believe that we knew each other at that young age," I smile and lean into his chest more. He's so warm and damn, his smell is driving me crazy, Pisces won't sit still, easy girl! I scold gently

I change my position and lay my head on his lap, he strokes my hair gently.

"So, have you always wanted to be a werewolf king, what is it they call you again?" I squint my eyes and he answers.

"Alpha king?"

"Yes," it means he's the alpha of all alphas in the werewolf race.

"Hmm, good question. Not really, I didn't decide to do it like a job, I was born in it and I know it's what is

right for me, it's my duty, my lady," he answers. I sigh and caress his stubble-growing beard.

"Prince Rayan, how about-" I start but he covers my lips with his quickly.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"I've always wanted to do that with my girlfriend," he sounds childish. I laugh.

"I hope you're enjoying trying out new things with your first-time girlfriend,"

"Yes, and shouldn't you call me by some pet name instead of my title and name? Girlfriend?"

"Fair, what is it do you want me to call you?" I ask solemnly. He shrugs.

"I can call you babe,

mon amour, bubba, honey pie, or cake,"

"Bubba?" He raises his thick brows.

"It's cute, I have a doll named bubba!" I argue.

"What is Mon amour?"

"It means my love in French," I say. He nods, speaking in a foreign language, I remember what Yadiel whispered in Rayan's ears,

"what is nu poți lupta cu soarta? I ask.

"You remember that?"

"It means you can't fight fate," he explains. Hmm, why did Yadiel say that? Was Rayan trying to run away from something?

Before I can ask, he says. "I was trying to avoid the feelings I developed for you. I didn't want you to get

involved in my life," he says.

"But why?" I ask with sadness.

"My life is not sunshine, most will set their eyes on the future queen, the tabloids, the council, and the people. You will receive praise and harsh criticism. Both good and evil ones. All I ever want, Lucy, is to

keep you safe from all that might cause you pain," he explains as he softly caresses my cheek.

"I want to kill everyone who wishes you bad," I stare at him astound, his tone is cold and his eyes are a shade darker, I want to sit up but he keeps me in place. "I'll be fine, I'm strong," I assure him softly

He breathes into my neck.

"I just want to keep you safe, I want to lock you up in a tower and let a dragon guard the door," I smile

at his words, but frown." Wait, you can't do that can you?"

Rayan smiles.

"I so very wish I could," he admits. We are silent.

I close my eyes as his gentle fingers stroke my hair. My eyes close as I enjoy his gentle touch.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up a bit later in my room and Rayan is sleeping on

the bed with me, his huge arm resting over my waist, and once again, my back is against his chest. "Hey," he kisses my shoulder gently, letting his lips linger for a while. A shiver runs down my spine and I'm flustered like crazy. He abruptly hovers over me. His weight is not fully on me. His face is coming closer to me. I shut my eyes expecting a kiss but he rolls to the side, and we are now facing each other. "I think my lady is addicted to my lips on her skin already," he is teasing me.

"I am," I admit " They are delicious," he seems surprised at my boldness, I'm trying not to blush but failing.

"What's the time?" I ask, changing our conversation before it goes deeper.

"You are getting good at changing topics," he sighs and checks his wristwatch. He gets out of bed and stretches his hand toward me. I take it and stand close to him.

"It's almost 10 pm, you missed dinner so I asked someone to bring you a snack," I nod and look out the window, it's raining but not too heavily.

Rayan takes me to the table where two plates of chargrilled tuna steak with crunchy-looking salad drizzled with honey. It looks so delicious and my stomach growls.

"Let's eat,"

The food is so tasty and the Salad was just amazing. I notice Rayan didn't eat a lot unlike me who almost finished everything on my plate.

"The food was delicious, thank you," he nods and takes me back to bed.

"You, princess, need some rest now," he puts his hands on my shoulder.

"I'll change into my pajamas," I sigh and lazily go to the closet. I change into Fleece Pajamas, it's one of

my favorites as the fabric is flannel and best for cold nights like today. It's cozy and it's lightweight.

I get back in the room, and Rayan is standing against the glass window, watching the rain. I walk closer to him and wrap my arms around his torso, closing my eyes and leaning his back against his back. He stiffened but relaxed.

We are silently listening to the sound of our heartbeats and the rain outside.

He turns around and pulls me into an embrace. It's tight and suddenly he carries me in his arms.

He takes three strides toward my bed and settles me there. Pulling a heavy duvet over my frame. He bends down to kiss my forehead

"Goodnight, Lucy," he whispers.

I murmur something incoherent as I'm too tired already and sleep envelopes me.

The next day, I get dressed in black sweatpants and canvas. Before anyone wakes and make my way to

the castle library. It takes me half an hour because I don't know exactly where it is and I went on the wrong wing. Thank Goddess I know how to use Google maps.

I'm standing in front of two huge ornate doors. Before I can touch them, they open.

I stare at the huge library shelves, they are almost touching the high ceiling. They are so many roles and

have comfortable-looking couches of any color and are arranged neatly. How do they manage to keep it this clean and smelling good? I ask myself.

I inhale and step inside. The wooden floor is shiny and the walls are white. The air conditioning is to the max and I hold my arms together in coldness.

"Hello, I'm Alora!" A cheerful high pitched voice says behind me and I turn to it. Behind the huge wooden table emerges a beautiful tall woman, she looks no older than 30 I'm sure. She has thick wavy hair and is smiling at me. I wave

"Hello,"

She gets out of her desk and I'm surprised by how she is dressed, she is wearing a beautiful blue gown, silver pumps, and a little tiara over her head. She looks princessy. And it's still 04 in the morning! Wow. "I'm the Librarian here, how may I assist you?" Before I can answer her, she asks,

"Do you want a tour of the library?" Alora sounds, ecstatic. Not really but I nod. I have a few hours to spare before Rhodes and the girls are up.

As Alora gives me a tour of the library, later, kipping about and grabbing my hand as she takes me to her favorite section. The princess section. Go figure.

She is obsessed with Disney princesses. I watch her talk about every book with so much enthusiasm.

"I love princess Tiana," I say, trailing a finger over the book.

"Mine is Ariel and Moana," she squeals in excitement. We discuss the princesses for a little while before I request,

"Alora, can you escort me to the history werewolf books?"

She squints her eyes at me then as if something clicks, she covers her lips with her hand.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Follow me please," she looks agitated now, acting more like her age than a ten-year-old. I pat her arms.

"It's all right, I'm glad you brought me here," she smiles shyly at me. I follow her to another section. "You can find all you need here, Miss Lucy," they are so many and I don't know what to start with. "Just call me, Lucy," I murmur, everyone around here is so formal with one another. I keep looking through the titles of old books but nothing I want.

"You haven't shifted yet," Alora suddenly says, she takes off her shoes and steps on a stop-fluffy carpet between the two couches.

"I don't have a wolf" I answer.

she chuckles and takes another sniff, I'm looking at her confused.

"You do have a wolf, Lucy," I look at her doubtfully then she adds

"I'm a hunter so...I'm... let's see... 110% sure," She speaks so confidently, and I'm confused, hunters are werewolves that have sharp noses, unlike the others.

Alora takes out a huge brown rusty book, she cleans it before she puts it down.

"Let's see why you haven't shifted yet," she smiles and motions me to seat on the couch. I sit on the carpet with her Instead.

The book contains a lot of things, others know others I didn't.

"I thought Dragons are extinct!" I muse. It shows here that they are still many.

"They are rare, demons are hunting them down for power so they got good at hiding,"

She tells me more about the dragons, they live in clans and most dominating creatures in the realm

other than the werewolves, Alora is very knowledgeable about supernatural realms and creatures.

It says in the book that they are other late werewolf bloomers who get their wolf at the age of eighteen years old but after that is unheard of.

"Your wolf is there, I think it's just suppressed by something. Do you hear a voice?" Alora inquires, she is looking at me curiously. I nod and tell her all about Pisces. After staying silent for a long time, she sighs "What could be suppressing her? Why didn't you shift?" She has all these questions and busy typing furiously on the laptop.

"Maybe it's too weak," I shrug. According to the librarian, Pisces is my wolf "Hibernation? She probably did that so that you couldn't be drained,"

She sighs, and I hit my head against the book.

"Hmm, it's either you are too powerful to shift now or you're a hybrid,"