Rejected by Twin Alphas, Loved by the tyrant Lycan King

Twelve years ago, after my parents divorced, my father entrusted me to the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.

I was only seven when I first met Ashton and Zion, the future Alphas, and since then our fates were entwined together.

Their possessiveness for me was so profound that they never allowed me outside the mansion on my own, declaring to the world that I was going to be their mate one day.

But a storm swept my life when Victoria Stone, my beautiful cousin entered our lives and garnered the attention of both Ashton and Zion.

She pretended to be sweet and fragile and created circumstances like I bullied her, making the twin Alpha’s love turn to hatred.

A month ago, on a full moon night I approached Ashton and Zion nervously. I had loved them beyond comprehension since a long time and that day I finally gathered courage to confess my feelings.

Unexpectedly their response was cold and indifferent making my entire body numb.

Ashton smiled at me without any warmth as he replied, “I have been only kind to you since we were raised together but now you seem to be getting ahead of yourself."

Ashton wasn’t even finished when Zion looked at me with annoyance, "Silver Moon Pack’s Luna must be someone we love wholeheartedly, don’t tell me you took our kiss and embrace to you as something with profound meaning.

Just because I proposed to you once doesn’t mean that I will take you as my mate."

I cried that night, yet the next day amplified my sorrow even more for it was my father’s death anniversary.

Two years ago, there was a major wave of rogue attack. My father hid many of his pack members in the underground secret room.

At last, with only a small secret space left, my father chose to hide Cousin Victoria when rogues surrounded him and took his life.

My father was a martyr.

It was this gloomy day, Ashton and Zion held Victoria in their embrace as they went to the Alpha declaring their love for her. Even though I was heartbroken I didn’t wish to hinder their choices, so I quietly left.

“Sister, why are you crying all alone in this terrible place?” Victoria entered the attic I had decorated with Ashton and Zion in childhood, looking at the place in distaste.

“Ashton and Zion have proposed to me and tonight I have organized a party to celebrate it, so I am here to invite you.”

“No need.” I answered curtly, going out of the room.

“Oh, don’t tell me I ruined your plans to become the luna. Have you ever looked at yourself, who would want an orphan to be their mate?”

When I chose not to speak a word it infuriated her before she smirked at me with provocation in her eyes.

“Your mother might have conspired so well for you to become Luna but even her schemes could not hinder Zion and Ashton in loving me. Don’t make a scene and hurry up.”

“Shut up! The hell with you and your party.” I turned to leave but the next words made me look at my cousin in indignation.

“Is today your father’s death anniversary?” She rolled her eyes before continuing.

“He is already dead, it's rather disgusting that you act so pitiful and filal. Come with me now.”

Victoria came forward trying to hold my hands with her nails scratching me, making me pull back in rage.

“My father died protecting you Victoria, you are truly shameless!” I pushed her away from me.

Victoria, expecting my reaction, smirked and fell down, clutching her hand as tears dribbled down her cheeks making it look like I deliberately harmed her.

I didn’t even have time to collect my senses when a raged growl echoed from outside accompanied by another.

“Sophia Stone! Have you been blinded by jealousy to the extent of hurting Victoria like this?! Stop with your drama of being innocent and gullible all the time, you disgust me!” Ashton did not even give me the chance to explain myself as he accused me.

“If it wasn’t for Victoria inviting you today, we wouldn’t even have considered it! I must have been blind to consider you pure and lovable when you are clearly this cruel! Apologize to Victoria at once!”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, she wants me to party today when-“the words ‘when today is my father’s death anniversary’ were never uttered as Zion growled lowly, scolding me as his arm held me with so much force that a bluish bruise appeared on my skin.

“When what?! We took you when even your mother discarded you and this is how you repay us?”

Ashton gently scooped Victoria into his arms embracing her tightly as he glared at me.

“We must take Victoria to hospital first.” Ashton said to Zion as they looked at me with annoyance, Zion pushed me away making me fall.

“Victoria is such a kind person who always thinks of you first, but you are so ruthless Sophia!”

They did not turn to look at me as I laid with the pain in my bones too profound to get up.

A week ago, the pack healer had advised me to complete bed rest yet to not worry Ashton and Zion. I had never uttered a word earlier, now when Zion had pushed me so hard I could feel my insides churning up.

“Miss Sophia, you are burning up.” A maid saw me, and she rushed to help.

“Please don’t worry, I have some medications, I will take them.”

“But-“

“Please don’t worry.”

I dragged my withering body to my room barely able to keep my eyes open with the pain.

I was born with a congenital heart condition and a weak constitution.

Since childhood I had episodes of seizures where I often fainted and felt numb for hours. In childhood it was Zion who first found me passed out in the garden and when I did not work up for a day, it scared him so much that he never left me alone after that, even feeding me himself.

Even going up the stairs wasn’t allowed since he carried me in his arms. Ashton on the other hand consulted the top physicians in the country and when none of them could properly cure me for longer periods, he himself tried learning medicine to become a healer so that one day he would cure me.

They had taken care of me with so much dedication and love, yet our past was like murky waters which was forgotten since they met Victoria.

Despite the pain I gathered all my strength to go visit my father’s tombstone.

An hour passed and I kneeled before my father’s gravestone with tears streaming down my eyes, gently laying black roses at his grave.

“Daddy, why didn’t you take me away with you? This life is terrible without you.”

“Dad, I will soon go away from this place, so goodbye.”