The Lycan Princess Was Rejected By Her Three Fiancés Novel – I am the sole heir to the Silver Claw Pack Alpha. A shewolf. That alone was enough to make every elder shake their heads. They said the real contenders for the next Alpha were the three orphan boys my father had taken in as my childhood betrotheds. Future Alphas, handpicked and raised by the current one. And yet, not one of them had ever truly looked at me.
Not once. Even Sigmund Franklin—the so-called lucky one. Fate had paired us. He was my fated mate. But no matter how many times I tried to reach him, tease him, draw even the slightest reaction… All I ever got were cold, disgusted stares. I once thought he was just like that with all women. Until I saw him—on his knees—before Cynthia, the gatekeeper’s daughter. “I agreed to marry Katherine only to repay the Alpha Garrick for raising me,” he whispered to her like a vow. “When I become Alpha, I’ll marry you with honor and pride.
As long as Katherine doesn’t hurt you, I’ll pay her the millions to make her leave the Silver Claw Pack.” “You’re the one I truly want, Cynthia. You’re the only one I see as my real fated mate.” “Katherine? Being bonded to her feels like a punishment. Like the Moon Goddess cursed me. How could someone like her ever be destined for me?” The night before the Alpha inheritance ceremony, my father asked me who I would choose as my mate. I thought of the three boys. Their dodging eyes.
Their silence. Their cowardice. And I smiled. “I’m the heir of Silver Claw Pack,” I said. “If I’m going to marry, it should serve the greatest benefit.” “I choose Alpha Howell of the Red Moon Pack.” My father’s brows furrowed. “Alpha Howell? He’s been paralyzed since that rogue ambush six years ago. His legs don’t work—and neither does the rest of him. Are you sure?” I met his gaze, calm but resolute. “In our world, love is a luxury people like us can’t afford. If it’s about alliance and legacy, I’ll choose the strongest.
The Red Moon Pack brings more to the table than three fostered boys ever could.” My father’s expression darkened. “I understand your logic. But… not even one of those boys earned your favor?” He loved my mother. She was his mate, his Luna. But she died from a brain hemorrhage the year I was born. He never remarried. Never accepted a second-chance mate the Moon Goddess later gave him. He raised me alone, with a devotion few could match. But everything changed the day he nearly died in a rogue attack.
After that, he began to worry—not just for me, but for the future of Silver Claw Pack. He didn’t believe a female Alpha could hold the pack together. Not in a world where dominance often outweighed reason. Even with my flawless combat scores. Even with my top grades. To him, I was still a fragile she-wolf. Eventually, on a friend’s advice, he brought home three boys from an orphanage. He made it clear in his will: I would inherit the Silver Claw Pack Luna title, whoever I chose among them would marry me, and then could take the Alpha title.
He loved me. But that didn’t stop him from doubting me. I looked him in the eye. “Alpha Howell may be paralyzed, and yes, unable to fulfill certain… duties. But that doesn’t prevent us from producing an heir through medical means. He’s the only heir to the Red Moon Pack. Choosing him gives us a powerful ally, not just a charity case.” My father gave a slow nod. “If they couldn’t win your heart, then they don’t stay in the Silver Claw Packhouse.” I could’ve told him the truth. That Sigmund was my fated mate. That I loved him once. That I tried.
But he never tried back. If I had told my father, he would’ve forced Sigmund to kneel before me, demanding how a boy raised by this pack dared to reject its heir. He would’ve called in every ounce of loyalty, every thread of guilt, and made Sigmund marry me.