The Alpha’s Rejected Daughter by Humble Smith

All my frustrations from what the receptionist and the maid were doing to me were wrapped up after I wore the so-called uniform assigned to me. I stood in front of the mirror, fuming, grinding my teeth together as I stared at my stup i d self in

the mirror.

It was the right word: stupi d.

That was what the cloth made me look like. It wasn’t my size at all. Big and weird-the type for plus-sized ladies.

“What are you still doing in there?” The maid shouted from outside.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and the moment she saw me, she burst into hysterical laughter, clapping her hand and throwing her head back.

“You look like a scarecrow!” She shed tears due to excessive laughter in her eyes.

“Why am I given such a uniform? This is definitely not for me?” I frowned, feeling irritated at her laughter.

“You don’t have a choice in here. Whatever you are told to do, whatever you are given to wear, just quietly wear it….” She burst into another round of laughter, leaving the chair and heading to the exit.

“You are already late to class. Let’s hope you’re spared, but I don’t think so. Lucian will deal with you mercilessly, and there is

head nothing his mother can do about it. She added while I kept silent, a lot going through my

Was it worth it to come here? Should I run away and leave my fate in the hand of the moon goddess? Clara is just being delusional for thinking I was anything close to special because of a one-night stand with her son. Yes, I may have been his mate if it was all real, but that wasn’t changing anything

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we got to the large hall with ladies that I could guess were up to 15 sitting on their desks with rapt attention given to the man in front of them.

His scent was the first thing I smelled, and the way it made my heart beat really forced tears to fill my eyes, as all it did was remind me of that night. He was so passionate that I thought we had become couples that would never leave each other.

Lucian’s POV

I really don’t want to come to class today because I knew she would be here. I knew she would sit among other girls with eyes on me, and I have no idea how that would affect me, but I knew it would be really tough, especially as the mate bond was still alive in me.

Almost all through the night, I had been asking myself one question.

Was it really a charm?

If it was, why and how hasn’t it faded? I had been trying to force myself into hating her, and I even planned to barge into her room last night and order my men to beat her while I watched.

I wanted to be sure she was nothing to me and that I wasn’t really having feelings that would grow into something I couldn’t control, but all my attempts to leave my room were futile as I would end up returning once I reached the door.

My heart had been restless, and my mind seemed too clogged to think straight. It won’t stop reminding me of the overwhelming and intoxicating feelings of being with her. I felt ecstatic the moment I was inside her.

That s** with her was not just body-to-body, I felt it in my soul. I can’t doubt that at all because it kept replaying in my memory. Her smile was everything I needed to feel better.

But if all these are the effects of her charm, then I was just a big fool, wallowing and drowning in delusions, becoming weak and vulnerable under her whim.

I was too powerful and popular to get stuck with that; it was why I abandoned her after what my personal guard said. I should have actually found a way to be very sure, but I don’t deem it necessary because, after all, I don’t want to fall in love and become a pawn again..

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Right now, as I stood teaching with less concentration because I was constantly peeping at the door for her, I don’t know why I needed her here when I should be finding a way to stop her from being my student.

It was just like my whole being was divided; one needed her and the other wanted her far away. The problem was that my heart was on the part that badly needed her even when my inner beast roared against it.

We had vowed to focus on getting stronger till we were invincible, then find a random lady to bore a child for us without having any strings attached to the mother. It was our plan and had been working out perfectly until I visited that pack and Selene came into my life.

I can’t tell if I would still be able to stick with the deal. For the first time, I was skeptical about myself, unsure of what I really wanted.

The door was always unlocked but closed, and I had ordered that no one knock before entering. If it is a later comer, he or she shouldn’t wait for me to say it before lying flat on the ground at the corner in readiness for my whip.

I shouldn’t be teaching fighting techniques to the warriors. For real. I should be at the palace all day just like every other Lycan, but I had always dreamed of that kingdom that would become invincible and rule over every other mystical being.

The Lycans might be the most powerful among shifters, but we had boundaries when it came to the mystical world that contained a lot of powerful beings out there. I want to extend my territory. I want my prowess to be shown to the world and to make my name something that would bring rulers and warriors to their knees.

All these ambitions were why I decided to train some students by myself. The training school has levels, and I teach at every level except beginners.

My lecture was both theory and practical, but for level two, which I was teaching now, it was only a little practical and mostly theory, teaching them about the tactics and ways to control the beast and unlock its peak of strength.

They can’t handle the practical yet. It starts at level two.

Well, today felt different because my mother had told me Selene would be joining this class, and even as I told her she should put her in the beginners class, she refused.

I don’t know why she was just a pain in my neck, annoying the shi t out of me, and doesn’t even care about my anger because she was sure I wouldn’t be able to touch her.

Funny enough, I wasn’t angry on the inside when she said Selene was going to be in my class. I only feigned it from the outside, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind.

This can’t be love or feelings towards Selene, I am sure, but what I don’t know is what to call it. Maybe curiosity.

It all started with footsteps, and I casually drifted my gaze to the door, thinking it was someone passing by, but there I say her standing at the door, her sad but pretty blue eyes all on me while her hands wrapped around her chest.

The students noticed the distraction and trailed my sight to the door, and the moment they saw her, they all burst into laughter, a mockery one as they pointed at her dress, which with no doubt was shapeless and made her look like an old. cranky woman

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It was so big on every part, as if the cloth were being sewn by a blind person. It was the student that drew my attention to her dress, because the moment my eyes locked with her, all I could see was her unfathomable beauty and innocence.

From her eyes to her pointed nose, down to those small, inviting pink l*ps matching her nice jaw, I liked how her hair cascaded down freely.

You’re late. Go and lie down now!”

“What is she waiting for?”

Why is she looking at him like that? Does she think he cares?”

“She looks like a mad woman, honestly.”

“She doesn’t know what the Lycan king has in stock for her. Late from the first day.”

All these words were low among themselves, but I could clearly hear them with my sharp senses. The problem was how to prove they were right. Actually, they aren’t lying, obviously, because I wasn’t someone to be played with. I was that wicked being who could easily kill and destroy, or go as far as making ones like hell, leaving them begging for death.

They all know how much I hate people who disobey me, and Selene just did by not walking in and lying on the ground as I had ordered for any latecomer. Being a newcomer isn’t an excuse, as she should have been told by whoever brought her bere.

The entire class knew Selene was in trouble, and they were actually happy about it and eager to see her go through the severe punishment, but what they didn’t know was that just those eyes locked on mine had taken away my ability to get

angry.

Instead, I was concerned about who gave her that uniform to wear.

“Can I come in?” Selene finally spoke to me after almost a minute. The whole class became dead silent, waiting for my reply.

“Why are you late?” I asked, and I was literally struggling to sound harsh and cold.

She didn’t reply to my question but instead stylishly pointed her finger at her stomach, leaving me confused as my brows arched at her.

The only thing my mind could read was that she was hungry, and the least I expected it to be was pregnancy,

“Come in and lie on the ground. Vera, go get my whip.” I commanded coldly, and she didn’t even flinched a bit, then stepped in. I gestured at the corner where she should be lying, but instead of walking in that direction, she came forward towards

me.

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She drew close until she was almost touching me, yet I couldn’t do anything to her, even as the class was already making an uproar in anticipation of the terrible thing that would happen to Selene.

She smiled at me and brought her m*uth close to my ear, then whispered.

“Our baby won’t like to see her daddy flogging her mother, and I can’t lie on my stomach during the pregnancy.” Her voice echoed deep into my heart and soul, running deep into my marrow.

Did I just hear her right?

I have a baby.