Rejected By the Alpha Claimed by the Lycan King (eBook)

Betrayed by the alpha paranormal werewolf romance

Isaac Freddie (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
215 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-110795-3 (ISBN)

Infos

She saved his life.
He destroyed hers.

Emerald Espinosa was supposed to become the Luna of Crescent Pack-until her fated mate, Alpha Dr. Gordon Lozano, publicly rejected her to protect his medical throne.

The rejection didn't just shatter her heart...it awakened a power the world thought extinct. A healer's blood. A queen's birthright.

Now everyone wants her.

Including the deadly Lycan King whose life she accidentally saved.

Khalid Dejesus arrives in her ER, bleeding out from an assassination attempt, and one touch from Emerald sparks a bond far stronger-and far more dangerous-than fate. He recognizes her instantly:

Not a mate.
A Queen.
His Queen.

But claiming her means war.

The Council wants her silenced. Gordon wants her back-and is willing to spill blood to earn the second chance he never deserved. And deep below Dallas, someone has stolen a hybrid child whose power could crown the rightful ruler...or annihilate every wolf alive.

Emerald never asked to rule.
Never asked to choose between the man who betrayed her
and the king ready to burn the world for her.

But when the moon marks you, destiny isn't a request.
It's a hunt.

And this time?

She's the one leading it.
She's the one they fear.
She's the one they will kneel for.

Because love may have broken her-
but power will make her unstoppable.

He rejected her.
The Lycan King claimed her.
Now the world will pay the price.

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Chapter 1 — Pulse of the Broken

 

Stabilize. Sedate. Intubate. Repeat.

Emerald Espinosa moved like a machine built from muscle memory and caffeine. The trauma bay lights gleamed off metal trays lined with syringes and airway equipment, and she operated through it all with the calm of someone who had lost everything except her ability to save others. Code after code, case after case, she blocked out exhaustion, blocked out heartbreak, blocked out the memory of Gordon’s voice ripping through her soul just hours earlier in that ritual chamber.

She couldn’t afford to let her chest tighten or her pulse speed up because that might mean she was still capable of feeling something. Instead, she monitored her patient—a human on the surface, but she caught the faint scent of fur and forest beneath the antiseptic. Another wolf trying to pass as human. Another reminder this hospital was a façade for a world most people never noticed.

Her gloved fingers pressed an arterial line into place. The monitor beeped a warning. Blood pressure dipping.

“Push one of nitro,” she ordered to a junior nurse, her voice steady.

The junior hesitated. “He’s a DNR—”

“No,” Emerald countered, locking eyes with her. “He checked in under fake paperwork. He wants to live. We keep him alive.”

There was steel in her tone. The kind she’d learned from working beside Gordon. The kind she now wielded alone.

Once the medication was administered and the numbers climbed, she finally stepped back. Her spine popped as she stretched, bone-deep fatigue screaming through her limbs. She hadn’t gone off shift since yesterday morning. Maybe longer. The clock on the wall wavered as if underwater.

“Espinosa,” someone called.

Her breath caught. For a second she let herself imagine it was Gordon. That maybe he would apologize. Maybe he would choose her, finally.

But it wasn’t him.

It was just Dr. Han, with a chart in hand and no room for compassion.

“Another arrival in the east unit. Make sure they’re prepped for the elders’ assessment later.” He didn’t wait for acknowledgment, already walking away.

Emerald exhaled slowly, forcing the foolish hope from her bloodstream. She stripped off her gloves and tossed them into the bin, mentally kicking herself for even thinking Gordon would look her way tonight. He had made himself abundantly clear. He’d rather rule alone than rule beside a woman who didn’t meet the pack’s elitist bloodlines.

She pushed through the trauma doors and entered a quieter corridor, shielded from human eyes. Here, moonlight filters were installed behind frosted panels. A soft hum of supernatural wards vibrated through the walls. Her badge unlocked another passage, then another. She slowed, swallowing hard at the sight of a familiar figure standing at the corner.

Gordon.

Tall. Commanding. Looking every bit the Alpha he was supposed to be—except the cracks were showing. His skin had gone pale beneath his tan, his breathing shallow like he was suppressing pain. His wolf was failing. Rejecting her had cost him more than power.

But he still refused to look at her. He turned away the second her scent reached him.

Something inside her flinched.

Fine. Let him pretend she didn’t exist.

She walked past him without a word. Their shoulders nearly brushed, and a static current snapped through her arm where energy had once threaded between them. The connection was not completely dead. Severed bonds left scars, invisible but always throbbing.

His jaw clenched. His knuckles whitened around his clipboard. He wanted to speak. She could feel it through the echo of a bond he’d destroyed.

She kept walking.

If she dared to stop, to look back, the shreds of her heart might beg him to choose her again. And she refused to be the afterthought he returned to only when his kingdom crumbled.

She pushed through the door of the staff lounge and slammed it shut, palms flat against the mahogany surface. Air rushed from her lungs. Her heart hammered too fast, too loud. She tried to slow it, repeating a grounding technique she’d learned during critical care rotations.

In for four seconds. Hold for four. Out for eight.

Her breath shuddered. Her wolf—weak, quiet, forgotten—pressed against her ribs. The light from earlier still flickered faintly under her skin where silver veins had burst to life.

“Not now,” she whispered to herself. “Please. Just… not now.”

Her wolf whimpered. Emerald’s throat tightened.

She forced herself upright, grabbed an energy drink from the mini-fridge—her fourth tonight—and cracked it open. The bitter fizz burned down her throat.

She’d been running nonstop for thirty-six hours. Maybe more. Time blended when pain filled the clock.

Her pager vibrated at her hip. New assignment. She tossed the empty can into the bin and hurried out.

The emergency ward greeted her with noise and motion—stretchers wheeling, overhead speakers calling for rapid response, fluorescent lights buzzing with the same anxious heartbeat she felt beneath her scrubs.

She reached Bed Six, where another patient awaited—a young woman with cracked ribs from a shifting injury. Emerald examined her quickly, adjusting the immobilizer and ordering imaging. The patient whimpered.

“You’re okay,” Emerald soothed. “Just breathe through it. The worst is over.”

She wished she believed that.

As she worked, she caught sight of Gordon again through a window reflection. He was walking with a limp. His movements lacked the wolf grace he once commanded.

His wolf was dying because he had rejected her.

Good.

No.

Her stomach twisted. She hated that she still cared. Hated that part of her wanted to walk over and offer help. But the memory of him raising a silver blade and severing the bond echoed like a trauma alarm inside her skull.

You made your choice, Gordon. Now live with it.

Her patient now stabilized, Emerald signed off the chart. That’s when she noticed her own handwriting. For a moment, the words doubled. Then the walls leaned sideways.

“Oh, hell…”

She grabbed the counter, knuckles whitening. Her vision blurred again—little stars swimming. Her brain demanded rest, but her heart demanded escape from every quiet place.

Before she could steady herself, a group of nurses rushed past her toward the ambulance bay doors.

“VIP inbound!” one shouted. “Top security clearance!”

Emerald’s pulse jumped. VIP patients only came through when supernatural politics exploded outside hospital walls.

She snapped into motion, her exhaustion buried beneath adrenaline. She elbowed through the team, heading for the decontamination area. The entire front corridor swelled with staff—nurses, guards, even a few elders.

A scent hit her from the air vent. Wild. Warm. Dominant.

Her wolf snapped awake, claws against her ribcage.

Her breath shook.

No…
No, she knew that sensation. It had licked at her bones in the ritual chamber, a response she couldn’t explain.

Something pulled her forward—instinct, gravity, destiny—she wasn’t sure. She only knew her feet refused to stop. Her heart pounded harder.

The bay doors crashed open. Wind swept in, carrying the smell of asphalt and night rain. Paramedics sprinted beside a gurney as wheels rattled across the tile.

She moved closer. Closer.

The figure strapped to the stretcher was huge. Bare-chested. Blood smeared across defined muscle. Jagged wounds tore through skin like claws had carved him open. Not silver damage—something more violent. More personal.

His head lolled to one side. A beard shadowed a strong jaw. Dark lashes pressed against cheekbones that hinted royalty sculpted from war.

Emerald’s pulse stuttered.

A low growl rumbled from the man’s chest—instinctive, predatory.

Her wolf answered.

The nearest medic shook his head. “Stabilizing en route wasn’t enough. We need a crash room now!”

Another medic whispered to the security guard escorting them, “This is the one the council warned about.”

Emerald froze.

The one who…

Her throat went dry.

A guard stepped forward with a tablet, scanning the barcode on the stretcher, then stared up with wide eyes.

“VIP-01,” he muttered, fear swallowing the last syllable. “Global classification.”

Gasps rippled through the staff. Whispers erupted.

Emerald couldn’t breathe.

The wounded man’s eyelids fluttered open just long enough for a sliver of molten gold to meet her gaze. His throat rumbled as if trying to speak through blood.

His voice cracked against the air like destiny itself:

“Mine.”

Her knees nearly buckled.

A senior physician shoved her aside. “Espinosa, step back! We’ve got this—”

“No,” she snapped before she could stop herself. “His injuries are unstable. You touch him wrong, and he will shift through the restraints.”

The man’s golden eyes fixed on her again, locking her in place like she was the only anchor he had left on the planet.

And she felt it…

Recognition.
Need.
Possession wrapped in reverence.

Her lungs filled with heat, her wolf stretching awake for the first time since the rejection.

Her badge beeped incessantly at her hip, reading him as a super-classified threat. Her mind screamed to run—to protect herself—but her feet planted, refusing to move.

One of the guards raised...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 23.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch
• ISBN-10: 0-00-110795-X / 000110795X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-110795-3 / 9780001107953