Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

I am the Lycan Prince’s Gamma, tasked with protecting him and serving as his Luna’s personal attendant. Tonight, as the Prince and his Luna indulge in their private moments, I stand guard outside, my senses alert. The scent of their bond lingers in the air, a mix of vanilla and rosemary—his dominance, her sweetness. I can feel the faint hum of their connection, even through the thick wooden door.

The Luna is fierce tonight, her aura sharp and commanding. I can sense her taking the lead, her presence overwhelming even the Prince’s natural dominance. I smile faintly to myself, relieved. The day the Prince becomes a father is the day I’ll finally be free to leave this pack.

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I joined the royal pack when I was just fourteen, a young wolf orphaned by a rogue attack. The Lycan King, Preston Williamson, took me in, giving me a place among his warriors. Now, nine years later, I’ve spent nearly a decade serving the Prince, Kyson Williamson.

In the first three years, I told the Prince I wanted to leave the pack, to find my mate and start a new life. He gave me a vague nod of approval, but my chosen mate, a Delta from a neighboring pack, suddenly broke our bond. I couldn’t help but suspect the Prince’s involvement. When I confronted him, he looked at me with those cold, piercing eyes and said, “I would never stoop to such petty interference.”

The next three years, I threw myself into my duties, serving the Prince with unwavering loyalty. Perhaps out of pity, he told me, “When I become the Lycan King, I’ll let you go.” I felt a chill run down my spine. The Prince was cunning, his words always laced with hidden meaning. I didn’t trust him.

The last three years, the Prince found his Luna, Eloise Dean, and their bond was celebrated across the pack. When I brought up leaving again, he feigned ignorance. “Lorelei, you were promised to someone?” he asked, his tone dismissive. My heart sank, and I clenched my fists. How many years of my life would he waste? I could feel my wolf stir within me, restless and frustrated.

Determined to take matters into my own hands, I sought an audience with the Lycan King. He was wise, his presence commanding yet kind. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and said, “I long to see the pack’s future secured with an heir.” I understood. The day the Prince becomes a father is the day I’ll finally be free.