The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Julie

The rejection was horrible. The pain hit me sharp, like something had exploded inside my chest. It was sharp and unbearable.

Troy looked at me dumbstruck. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief. He clutched my jaw in his big hand, anger radiating off him. His body was shaking and I knew that he was experiencing the same ache as me.

In a rough, strained voice, he growled, “Why are you doing this? Why are you rejecting me?”

“I–I-” I couldn’t reply. What could I even say? That I would break three hearts because I wanted to save mine? I would not destroy my sister, my parents, and the fragile peace of my family.

“Why are you pushing me away when everything inside you is clearly pulling you toward me?”

I stood there in front of him, my body stiff, my heart pounding so loudly that I could barely hear his words properly. Again I opened my mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. The pain became unbearable. I thought I might collapse right. there. My breath came out in short gasps. I felt walls closing in on me.

Troy clutched my shoulders. “Julie! Tell me!”

“I will never marry you!” I lashed. “You don’t deserve me.”

He looked like I had killed him with an axe.

Somehow, using the last bit of strength I had, I forced myself to move, turned away and walked back into the house, my hands shaking, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

Troy followed me inside, angry. But I rushed upstairs, went straight to my room, and closed the door behind me. I locked it, leaned against it, and slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor. My whole body was trembling, and I pressed my hand

over my mouth to stop myself from sobbing. I did not want anyone to hear me break.rembling, and I pressed my hand

From downstairs, excited voices came.

“Alpha Troy!” Millie squealed the moment she saw Troy.

“Alpha Troy? What a pleasant surprise!” My father said, surprised, as he invited Troy to sit.

After a few pleasantries in which Troy kept quiet, and in which I imagined him looking up for me.

Then I heard my father speak. He proposed Millie’s hand to Troy. “I was thinking about this for a long time, Alpha Troy. But I think you already know that my daughter, Millie, loves you. She is the most beautiful and accomplished girl in the pack. It would be a great honor to give her hand to you. Please accept it, Alpha Troy.”

My heart felt like it was being crushed. I waited, my breath held, my nails digging into my palms, as silence stretched on downstairs.

After a few minutes, Troy’s voice came up the stairs. It was low, tense, and angry. “Yes.”

Tears streamed down my face as I covered my mouth with my hands. In that moment, it truly felt like the end of the world. I had lost him. I had given him away with my own hands, and there was no turning back from it.

In the days that followed, I moved through the house like a shadow. I avoided everyone as much as possible, spoke only when necessary, and kept my head down. I knew that staying there would destroy me completely, so I made a decision that would take me far away from everything that hurt me. I applied for college admissions in the human world, choosing places that were far from the pack lands. Acceptance letters came. I packed my things and left for California.

rue, Jan

Chapter 152

At college. I buried myself in studies, deciding to become a doctor, because it consumed me, Long hours, endless ezains, and constant pressure was good for me to cope. I minimized contact with my family, speaking to them only when absolutely necessary. Every message from home reminded me of what I had lost

Troy tried to reach out to me during those early months. I received messages from him asking me to reconsider, asking me to talk to him, asking me why I had done what I did. But I never replied. My happiness meant my family’s ruin, and I could not live with that guilt.

Years passed slowly. I finished my education, became a doctor, and built a life without him. However, when the Lycan King ordered that I return to the pack and join the hospital, I complied.

In the pack, I chose to live in the apartment provided near the hospital instead of going back to my parents‘ house. My mother, Jilly, came to visit me soon after. She hugged me tightly and spoke about how happy she was to have me back. She suggested that I move back home and start thinking about finding a mate.

“You shouldn’t stay alone forever,” she said carefully. “You deserve happiness too.”

I smiled faintly and changed the subject. She did not know, and I could not tell her, that my heart had never let Troy go.

I kept my distance from Millie as well. By then, she was married to Troy, and the sight of them together was more than I could bear. I was surprised to learn that they had only been married for two years. I avoided Troy whenever possible, and when our paths crossed, I kept my words short and professional. He did the same. I realized that he had not told anyone about our bond, except for the Lycan King, Scott.

Millie also came to see me. We sat together and talked. She looked happy, relaxed, and content. She spoke about her life with Troy, said how happy she was, and then she showed me the mark on her neck with a proud smile.

“See?” she said proudly.

I smiled. “I am happy for you, Millie.”

When she left, I told myself that my sacrifice had been worth it. Millie wanted.

was

happy. My family was whole. That was what I had

But fate was cruel.

Millie was killed, and with her death, my grief doubled. I had lost my sister, and I had lost could the goddess be so cruel to Millie and Troy?

my mate all over again. How

hand had my

in mug I wiped the tears from my face as memories flooded back. The coffee in the

gone cold. My heart ached for Troy. I knew he was drowning in grief and anger, that he had shut himself away from the world. The few times I saw him after Millie’s death, he was distant and harsh. Whenever I interacted with him, his words were cold and cutting. It was clear that he did not want me near him. How could I blame him? He had just found happiness, and that too slipped from his hand like grains of sand.

I don’t know why I decided to go and see him. I needed to know how he was, even if he did not want me there. Changing quickly in jeans and a shirt, I headed to his home. When I found him, my heart sank.

He was heavily drunk, surrounded by empty bottles, his face wet with tears.

“Don’t leave, Millie…” he whimpered. “Please don’t go…”

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