Cast Aside by My Mate, Crowned by the Lycan King Chapter 08

Cast Aside by My Mate, Crowned by the Lycan King Chapter 08

As soon as the words left her mouth, the entire ballroom fell silent.

I looked closely and saw it was Chelsea—long absent and now reappearing.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

She was clearly determined to make a scene, throwing away any last shred of dignity as she launched into a dramatic sob story.

Only then did I learn the full truth—Brody had severed her tail that very day and thrown her out of the darkmoon pack.

My parents had also completely turned cold toward her, ignoring her pleas for help.

She’d been homeless ever since. When her belly began to swell, she realized she was pregnant.

Even when Brody tried to shake her off in fury, she clung to him with all her strength, because that unborn child was her last bargaining chip now, her only hope of crawling back.

The Alphas and Lunas around us were already murmuring, watching them make a fool of themselves.

Brody’s grandfather, Alpha Rig, informed, arrived shortly after.

For the sake of the pack’s reputation, he had no choice but to force Brody to take Chelsea back.

As they were leaving, Chelsea shot me a resentful glare, her face twisted with jealousy and frustration.

Back at the Lycan Keep, Adam pampered me like always—giving me a massage, running my bath.

But tonight, I suddenly looked into his eyes and asked, “Back there… when you threw that she-wolf out, you said you’d had a crush on me for years. What did you mean?”

Adam’s hand froze mid-motion.

After a pause, he turned and left for the study.

I was puzzled until he came back with a vial of truth serum and downed it in one gulp in front of me.

“Alexis, I’ve had a crush on you for seven years.”

“Do you remember that time when you were researching herbs in the forest, you saved a little black wolf? I’d been attacked by rogues for revenge and was badly injured. It was your potion that saved me.”

“I was on the brink of death, and you appeared before me like the Moon Goddess herself. From that day forward, I fell for you. But by the time I found you again, you already had a mate.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “That little black wolf was you?”

I’d always thought he was just an ordinary wolf. I never imagined I had accidentally saved the Lycan King himself.

I suddenly remembered something and asked, “So the Lycan who saved me from under the car that day was you?”

Adam nodded. “It was.”

A flicker of regret crossed his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.

I was caught up in pack business. I wasn’t able to stop them from hurting your hand.”

I looked down at my fair palm. It had already healed completely.

The ointment he gave me worked wonders. My hand recovered quickly, without even the faintest scar.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you, honey.”

Adam stiffened instantly, his ears flushing red. The blush quickly spread down his neck.

The truth serum made him unusually honest. He couldn’t help clinging to my hand, pressing it against his cheek, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Alexis,” he whispered, breathless, “can you call me ‘honey’ again?”

Since the confession that day, Adam became even more clingy.

He used up all his accumulated vacation days just to go on a honeymoon trip with me to different places.

With Brody out of the picture during this time, we enjoyed a truly sweet and blissful period together.

Occasionally, rumors about the darkmoon pack reached us—Chelsea and Brody loathed each other, tormenting one another daily.

But because of the child, they were stuck together—trapped in a bond neither could escape.

I thought I could finally live peacefully, but trouble still came.

One day, Chelsea got into a fight with Brody on the street.

During the scuffle, she was in a car accident.

The baby didn’t survive.

With her final shred of value gone, Chelsea was cast out by the darkmoon pack. And that was when Brody reappeared in front of me.

His eyes burned with a sick, obsessive light.

“Alexis, now nothing stands in our way.”

I was shocked.

A horrible thought crept into my mind.

That accident… it couldn’t have been planned, could it?

Would Brody really go so far as to kill his own child?

Before I could say a word, Chelsea sprang out from the bushes nearby.

Her hair was wild, her face crazed, a silver dagger in her hand.

“Alexis!” she screamed. “I’m going to kill you! You’re the reason my life is ruined! You took everything from me! You only had one life left. I can take away eight and then the last one too!”

Everything happened in a blur—one second, she was lunging; the next, Brody’s body was shielding mine. The knife went in deep.

Brody clutched his wound and slowly collapsed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

That wound—delivered with deadly precision—left him permanently infertile.

Chelsea was immediately tackled and restrained by the warriors who rushed over.

Brody barely recovered and was discharged, but the truth came out during the investigation.

He’d hired the driver that caused Chelsea’s miscarriage.

He was thrown into Pack Prison.

My life finally returned to normal.

Three years later, I had become the nation’s top potion master through my own hard work.

Adam and I had a pair of werewolf twins—a girl and a boy.

Our daughter, like me, was a rare white wolf. Our son, strong and black-furred like Adam.

The rumors about Adam being sterile were completely disproven.

But in its place, another rumor spread how the mighty Lycan King was completely whipped by his Luna.

During this time, my Alpha parents tried to reconnect countless times.

They brought the dowry they had once forgotten to prepare, hoping to make amends.

But I never saw them once.

My life was happy and full now. I no longer needed their cheap version of love.

On the day of my children’s baby shower, nearly all the Alphas and Lunas from the packs, including the Alpha King, attended.

Guests lined up to deliver their gifts.

As Adam and I played with the twins, a server approached us, holding a large gift box.

He said it was a delivery from someone outside the guest list.

After dropping it off, the man left without even leaving his name.

I opened the box.

Inside were rare treasures worth a fortune, a chest of gold… and at the very bottom of the box lay a ring—the very one I had thrown into the sewer.

He had found it.

But it no longer meant anything.

I repackaged the box and handed it to the server calmly. “Send this back to the darkmoon pack for me.”

“And with it,” I added, “bring a message.”

“What message?” the server asked.

“Tell him this—’Brody, I forgive you. But I’m done looking back. From now on, our paths never cross again. Goodbye.'”