Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia's POV:

"Sylvia, you lazy slave! Do you know what time is it now? Why are you still sleeping?"

I struggled to get up from the wooden bed and looked at the time. It was not even five o'clock in the morning yet. I rubbed my throbbing temples. Then I hurriedly put on my thin coat and opened the door.

A fat she-wolf was blocking the door.

With a ferocious look on her face, she pointed at my nose and snapped, "Today is the Alpha Ceremony. Why are you still asleep? Have you finished all your work?"

I didn't say anything and just lowered my head.

I only slept for less than an hour because I spent the entire night cleaning up the conference room. My mind was still in a mess.

"Why are you still standing there? Go finish all your work!" she roared again.

Then she glared at me, turned around, and left with heavy steps.

I sighed and walked to the cloakroom, where the clothes needed to be ironed piled on the rack. Shawn Gibson was turning eighteen today, and he was going to take over the throne during the Alpha Ceremony. I had to prepare the clothes he was going to wear.

The sun was already rising outside when I finished ironing the clothes.

The territory of the Black Moon Pack was covered by dark clouds all year round, and it was always damp and cold. I wrapped my tattered cotton-padded clothes tightly around my body and carried a bucket to the banquet hall.

Many kinds of exquisite tableware had already been placed in the hall. After the Alpha Ceremony, all the guests would gather here to celebrate the promotion of the new Alpha.

I was wiping the steps with a rag when a stiletto stepped on it.

I looked up to see who it was. Then I saw Cherry, Gamma's daughter. She was wearing a black mermaid dress, and her red hair was curled. She looked very attractive.

"Step aside," I said coldly.

"Excuse me? Do you know what kind of place this is? You don't deserve to come here at all." Cherry then kicked my bucket arrogantly.

"Cherry! You are going too far."

"What? A mere slave is mad at me? How interesting! But actually, I can make you even angrier." Cherry flipped her long curly hair and sneered. She glared at me with a pair of mean eyes, clapped her hands, and ordered, "Bring it here."

A she-wolf came over. She carried a bucket of swill and poured it on the stairs in front of me. The stench instantly filled the air.

I watched this scene with cold eyes. Hatred filled my heart. With a vicious smile on her face, Cherry crossed her arms over her chest. Obviously, she was waiting to see a good show.

She only wanted to see me break down. But of course, I wouldn't let her have the last laugh.

"Is that all?" I glanced at her expressionlessly and immediately picked up the rag to clean the mess she just did.

Perhaps my indifferent reaction had irritated her. The corners of Cherry's mouth twitched. She was apparently disappointed.

"You are a natural bitch," she snorted contemptuously and walked away. The click-clack of her high heels sounded on the floor.

She was finally gone. It was only then that I let go of the tears I had been holding back. In times like this, I missed my mother even more.

I wasn't born a slave. My mother was the Beta of this pack. It was rare for a pack to have a female Beta even in history. She was capable and well-loved by the pack. She was known to be gentle but tough.

But I didn't have a father as far as I could remember. And to make up for my lack of fatherly love, my mother loved me with all of her heart. She spoiled me and treated me like a princess. When I was young, I tried to ask her about my father. However, she was extremely reticent when it came to him. As time went by, I didn't ask anymore. After all, having her was already enough for me.

But fate always loved to play jokes on people. My kind and powerful mother was framed for killing the Alpha and the Luna. She was executed.

I became an orphan. The pack labeled me as the traitor's daughter. They were angry at me, blaming me for their loss of their Alpha and Luna. As a result, they made me the lowest slave in the pack and gave me endless work to do every day. Apart from that, I would always suffer from humiliation and beatings from time to time.

At the thought of this, I wiped my tears and continued to work with my head down. I had to finish cleaning up this place before the guests arrived. Otherwise, I would suffer more than just beatings and starvation.

"Oh, my dear Sylvia, don't be sad. I will always be by your side." My wolf Yana comforted me in my head.

"Don't worry, Yana. I'm fine. I'm lucky that you're here. I am no longer alone."

"You will never be alone. Aside from me, you will also meet your mate in the future."

"But I'm already eighteen years old, and I still haven't met him yet," I said, sounding a little disappointed.

My mother was independent and strong. But I knew how hard it was for her to raise me alone. Sometimes I couldn't help thinking if she had had a mate to accompany her, she might have lived a much happier life. Thus, I always had a secret expectation for my future mate.

"My dear, this pack is too small. Your mate may be somewhere else," Yana comforted me softly. She then added, "Maybe we should run away."

"No, it's not a good time. I still haven't proven my mother's innocence yet."

My mother's grievances had been pressing on my heart like a boulder. So before I left this pack, I must prove her innocence first.

Sylvia's POV:

After cleaning the banquet hall, I prepared Shawn's food and took it to his room together with the clothes I ironed.

While walking down the corridor, I smelled an inexplicably delightful smell. It was the aroma of chocolate mixed with strawberries. The closer I got to the end of the corridor, the stronger the smell became until I stopped in front of the door of Shawn's room.

"Sylvia, your mate!" Yana excitedly exclaimed in my head.

I was utterly shocked. My mate was Shawn? I stood rooted to the spot for a long time.

"Ohhh! Please be gentle. Don't thrust so hard."

I suddenly heard a coquettish voice from inside the room, followed by a deep gasp.

"You can't stand it anymore? I haven't even exerted any strength yet."

"Ohhh! Come on, faster! I'm almost there."

There were lots of movements in the room, mixed with screams and thumping of flesh. It sounded like there was more than one she-wolf inside.

What? Was this the mate I had been waiting for a long time? Such a shameless and promiscuous scum! The Moon Goddess seemed to always like to play cruel jokes on me.

With the tray in my hands, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

I didn't want to admit it now, but I knew that I had to face my mate sooner or later. So I forcibly resisted the disgust in my heart and pushed the door.

Shawn's POV:

Today was my big day. I turned eighteen, and I was going to take over the position of the Alpha. Early in the morning, I called several she-wolves to have sex with me to start a refreshing day.

I was on top of a she-wolf, swaying my body and constantly massaging her breasts. My lower body was incredibly hard. As a man, I was proud of myself.

But it was strange that I couldn't achieve an orgasm. Was it because I masturbated by myself too frequently?

"Next." I pulled out my penis and pulled over the coquettish she-wolf on the other side. Then I spread her legs and abruptly thrust into her body.

That was when I smelled a burst of citrus mixed with orchid. It made my lower body react even more violently.

"Shawn, stop it right now! Your mate is here," my wolf Zeke screamed in excitement.

But how could I stop at this time? And what was Zeke talking about?

"Ohhh! Please, be gentle. Don't thrust so hard," shouted the she-wolf under me.

"You can't stand it anymore? I haven't even exerted any strength yet."

"Ohhh! Come on, faster! I'm almost there."

I thrust my penis into the she-wolf hard. Meanwhile, I was also looking forward to seeing my mate, hoping that she was not an ugly woman.

The door opened, and someone came in.

It was Sylvia! The moment I recognized her, I got very disappointed. Sylvia was nothing but a lowly slave. Her mother was a shameless traitor and the murderer of my parents. How could such a she-wolf like her deserve to be my Luna?

Even so, I still couldn't help fixing my eyes on her.

Sylvia was very beautiful. As soon as she appeared, I found that the she-wolves in my room couldn't even hold a candle to her. At this moment, she stood there obediently with her head down. The tattered cotton-padded clothes did not hide the plumpness of her breasts, which made the curve of her waist more graceful. And she had round and upturned buttocks. It must feel great to fuck her hard.

Damn it! Why didn't I realize that this slave had such a good figure before?

"It's time to prepare for the Alpha Ceremony," Sylvia said. She put down the clothes on the sofa, still with her head down.

Seeing her smooth neck aroused me more. I couldn't help but pump my lower body harder. The she-wolf under me screamed and rolled her eyes as if she was about to die.

"Wait... We have to finish our business first. You... Get out of here quickly. Don't get in our way," the she-wolf said intermittently, gasping. She was trying to drive Sylvia away.

"I see. Okay," Sylvia said in a low voice. She then turned around and left.

"Wait! Sylvia, you stay. All of you, leave now!" I pulled out my penis, patted the she-wolf's buttocks, and motioned them to leave.

"Shawn, please, don't drive us away," one she-wolf pleaded. The she-wolves were so eager to have sex with me. They clung to my chest and whimpered.

"Fuck off!" I yelled with a long face.

The she-wolves had no choice but to leave my room reluctantly.

When I stared at Sylvia, my lower body swelled even more.

"Sylvia, come here," I ordered.

"The Alpha Ceremony is about to begin. Please change your clothes now," Sylvia said coldly.

I was infuriated by her words. What attitude was she showing me? Hadn't she found out yet that we were mates? Shouldn't she throw herself at me and serve me like what those she-wolves did?

Seeing the cold and indifferent expression on Sylvia's face, my anger beclouded my reason. There was only one thought left in my mind. I wanted to press her under my body and fuck her hard until she begged for mercy.

Shawn's POV:

I stood up, walked over to Sylvia, and firmly gripped her chin with my hand, forcing her to look up at me.

"You knew about that mate bond, didn't you?" I asked in an unfriendly tone.

Sylvia pursed her lips, refusing to answer. Her eyes looked dull and even bored, as if she didn't care that I was her mate at all.

"Why didn't you say anything?" As my thumb caressed her cheek, I felt a burning passion arise from my body again.

"What did you want me to say? 'Sorry to interrupt your sex'?" Sylvia replied abrasively and jerked her face away from my hand.

"Sylvia! Don't be so ungrateful." I glared at her.

Any she-wolf would be thrilled to be the mate of an Alpha. But I did not expect a girl like Sylvia to loathe it so much. She was just a mere slave! How dared she?

"I'd rather you put on some clothes instead of spouting nonsense. That dangling thing on your body is nothing but an eyesore, Shawn." Sylvia snorted.

This angered me so much that I grabbed a hold of her neck.

"Let me go!" She struggled against my grip and tried to break free, her face turning red.

Seeing her suffer didn't seem to move me at all. Instead, I just watched her coldly.

"No daughter of a traitor will ever be qualified to be my mate. But since I'm feeling generous, maybe I'll allow you to stay by my side. Not as my mate, but as a mistress. If you agree to this, then I'll let you go."

"No. In your dreams!" Sylvia managed to say while choking.

"I am Shawn Gibson, the future Alpha of this pack. You are just a lowly slave, the daughter of a traitor despised by thousands of werewolves! How dare you think you can go against me?"

"Alpha? You're just a puppet to them." Sylvia chuckled like a madwoman.

Her words were starting to irritate me a lot. With one swift movement of my arm, I threw her down to the floor.

"You bitch! You think you're so noble, huh? Well, if you don't like this arrangement, then I can just send you to be a sex slave. You'll get fucked by thousands of different werewolves! Can you still be so noble then?"

My parents passed away while I was still very young, so I couldn't take on the Alpha position yet. Instead, the Gamma temporarily filled in as Alpha at the time. For many years now, all the pack's affairs had been under the control of the Gamma. The pack members also grew to trust him. But now that I was about to become Alpha, it seemed that I had no trust or power over these people at all.

It was all because of Sylvia's mother, that traitor. How dared she mock me like this?

On the floor, Sylvia coughed a few times and gasped for air. She then looked up at me fearlessly.

"Are you done yet? Can I get back to work now?"

"Fine. Since you want to be a slave so bad, I'll make it official for you." I smiled deviously. "As the future Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, I, Shawn Gibson, hereby solemnly reject you, Sylvia Todd, as my mate."

I looked at Sylvia with cold eyes, waiting for the regret to show on her face and maybe she would shed some tears.

However, Sylvia stood up slowly with a blank expression. She even seemed... relieved.

"Thank you for that, Shawn."

I blinked in confusion, wondering what about my declaration just now was something to be thankful for. Why didn't this goddamn slave feel sad at all?

Before I could say something else, Sylvia looked at me with a cold smile. "I, Sylvia Todd, the daughter of the deceased Beta Olivia Todd of the Black Moon Pack, hereby accept your rejection."

After saying that, Sylvia turned around and left without even looking back. I was too shocked by what happened to stop her and get the last word.

I just wanted to threaten her. After all, after rejecting the Alpha, I was certain she wouldn't be able to find a better werewolf, ever!

For a long time, I stood there, stunned that the slave she-wolf simply accepted my rejection without even being sad or hesitant about it.

In my anger, I smashed the vase beside me into a million pieces. I immediately tried to form a plan in my head to torture her and make her regret her decision.

"Shawn, what have you done? You were acting too impulsively again! Why did you reject Sylvia? We're never going to have a mate as beautiful as her again! Go! Get her back, please!" Zeke was frustrated.

"No, Zeke. I'm going to teach her a lesson about regret." Seeing Sylvia's receding figure out the window, I only wished that she would be back here so that I could rip her to shreds.

"And how are you going to teach her that lesson? Don't go too far with it, Shawn. You're about to become the Alpha. Now is time to build a good reputation, not a reckless one," Zeke persuaded me.

"Prince Rufus is coming to my inauguration ceremony today. I heard he is a ruthless and bloodthirsty one. A pack once gifted him a female slave and he tortured her to death! I'm going to send Sylvia to his bed."

"What? No! Are you insane? You're practically sending her to her death! Sylvia is your mate!" Zeke strongly opposed.

"Not anymore." I gritted my teeth.

Obviously, my wolf refused to give up on Sylvia, and so did my body. Every time she crossed my mind, I would get that same burning passion inside again. But I didn't care. By the time she'd be dying from being tortured by Prince Rufus, she would be begging on her knees to come back to me.

Unfortunately, the only place I allowed lowly slave she-wolves like her to beg was on my bed.