Rejected by the Alpha, Marked by the Lycan King Chapter 9

Sarah arrived a week later, then immediately fell ill due to the change in climate.

I had to go to her hotel to take care of her. Weakly, she handed me the files for the client we were meeting tomorrow.

I rented a tiny cubicle on the street corner below our studio as a temporary office. My only employee was a little assistant named Emily.

Every day, I took her downstairs to eat cupcakes at the coffee shop on the first floor.

The baker was a massive hunk named Noah.

He was ridiculously tall. Even wearing an apron, you could see the terrifying power hidden underneath.

Every time I walked into the shop, his golden eyes would lock onto me tightly. The air seemed to crackle with electricity.

Emily drooled over the food every day, saying she'd marry this man even if he were just a Beta.

That afternoon, I went to buy cake.

When I got there, the counter was empty. Noah told me to wait; he was baking a fresh batch.

So I sat at the bar.

There was an iPad in the shop playing some news.

While replying to Emily on my phone, I heard Liam's name mentioned on the news.

I looked up. He was wearing a ring on his hand, accepting an interview.

"We've never seen you wear a ring. Are you newlyweds?"

Liam shook his head, his eyes melancholic. He looked like he had lost weight—a side effect of losing a mate. "It's a lover I've been bonded to for five years. For various reasons, we didn't go public before."

The reporter looked surprised.

But someone asked, "Why didn't you announce it earlier? Was there a complication?"

Liam's expression became very colorful.

He furrowed his brows and released a deep voice into the camera: "I made her angry. My wolf is howling day and night, begging for her forgiveness."

In an instant, this "deeply affectionate" confession hit the top of Twitter's trending list.

Within five minutes, "Sad Alpha" edits were going viral on YouTube.

Watching it, I felt as sick as if I’d swallowed a fly.

Noah, holding the freshly baked cakes, saw my expression. A dangerous glint flashed in those golden eyes.

"Why the face?"

I told Noah, "That video disgusted me."

Noah smiled and took an extra red velvet cupcake from the tray. "Try the new flavor. That guy looks like a stray dog who lost his bone."

For some reason, when Noah got close to me, the wolf inside me didn't feel threatened. Instead, there was a strange, peaceful urge to submit.