LYCAN's REJECTED MATE

My head banged wildly against the alarm beside

my bed, causing my heavy eyes to open slowly as I

grunted angrily under my breath. The noise jolted

me out of my slumber so violently that I had to

rush at the devilish instrument, turning it off

roughly as if it were the source of my problems. I

wish I could smash it on the floor, but I dare not,

knowing the punishment that would follow.

My weak eyes trailed through the walls up to the

slightly opened window in my room, and I could

see it was dawn already. It was too early in the

morning for anyone to get out of bed except for me.

A loud hiss slipped from my lips as I hung my head

low, feeling the heaviness of my heart. A rush of

both anger and sadness was sweeping through me

as my eyes burned and I struggled to keep my tears

at bay.

Even when it had been barely two hours since I

went to bed, it still felt like a second as my eyes

were both heavy and fighting to close. I was very

drowsy, and all my body badly craved was to lie

back on the bed and go back to sleep. I was sitting

up on the bed, leaning against the wall, while I

repeatedly yawned and rubbed my eyes.

I was too weak to move my body away from the

bed. The house was silent, as if no one lived there,

but that wasn't the case; they were all asleep. All

were enjoying their sleep while I was forced to

wake earlier and do the house chores, even though

I was always the last to go to bed.

I yawned for the umpteenth time and stretched

with a wince of pain as I felt the burning sensation

of the welts from whips running along my upper

arms and back, which were yet to heal. My eyes

glanced through the clock, and my teeth gnashed.

It was past a minute already, and I dared not linger

on the bed after the alarm went off or they would

turn me into a beating statue for being lazy and

disobedient.

The thought of being beaten up again after all the

maltreatment yesterday made me jump out of bed.

Hot tears warmed up in my eyes as my head ached

with banging pain.

My legs also hurt with throbbing pain and wouldn't

stop hitting me with spasms so hard, reminding me

of how bad my health was. Every part of my body

cries out for rest, but I can't offer that.. I felt

drowsy and so heavy for my scraggly legs to carry,

and the bed was just staring back tauntingly at me

like a dreadful trap set to destroy me.

I could feel my baggy eyes struggling to close while

I fought back to keep them open, as I felt so sleepy

and at the same time exhausted with an aching

back and spasming legs.

All I want is to lie back on my bed, but I am wiser

than that. I know the torment I will put myself

through if I ever lie back and sleep after the alarm

clock has rung. The last time I tried it, I got an

everlasting mark along my back from the slash

from my stepmother's wolf's claw.

You must be curious about who I was and what I

did wrong to get through all of this. Let me

introduce myself.

My name is Ella Damon, and I'm the daughter of

the Alpha King, Darren Damon - one of the most

powerful Alphas, respected and feared by other

packs.

History had it that he never lost a war and had

waged war and extincted the Pack that killed his

parents when he was a child. He grew and suddenly

became unimaginably powerful in the face of war.

No one knew how he got those mysterious powers,

which enable him to fight like the wind and strike

like unseen forces. His wolf beast was also greatly

feared, as it was ranked as the most dangerous and

heartless, devouring its enemies so easily and

brutally.

Being the only child from his Luna should have

earned me such dread and respect from everyone

for the rest of my life, but that did not happen.

Instead, I became a slave, abhorred and spurned by

everyone, and was banned from mentioning the

Alpha as my father or adding his surname to my

name.

Everyone, including my father, had rejected me

and also stripped me of my royalty. They made me

lower than the omegas with a slave status. My

father has also publicly disowned me in front of the

entire pack and has repeatedly threatened to expel

me from the pack. He had been torturing me and

making my life a living hell. All this was because I

did something no one had ever done before. An

abominable and horrendous act.

I killed his mate, the Luna. I killed my mother, but

that was because she almost got me killed. It all

happened three years ago, when I was 15 years old.

I can't really explain how I could do that with the

strange, overwhelming power that had strangely

taken over me. That night, in her room. I brutally

ended my mother's life with my bare hands,

gashing her chest with my claws and devouring her

heart, which I suddenly craved like a bloodsucking

monster.

All I could recall was that I got possessed by an

unknown ferocious beast spirit that rose within me,

and it took control of my mind, body, and soul just

when she almost murdered me. The strange beast

was what saved my life from coming to an end.

Before I could hold myself together and stop it

from going mad, I had murdered the woman who

bore me. Everyone had it imprinted in their hearts

that I had killed the pack's Luna before torturing

the daylights out of me; weakening my wolf with

wolfsbane, and ripping me off my royalty, thereby

demoting me to a slave.

No one cared to listen to my side of the story. They

never cares to know why I did that.

I could have died if I didn't fight my mom back, as

she had transformed into a bloodthirsty demon and

attacked me. I really tried dodging and escaping

from the room so I wouldn't hurt her, but it was

impossible; she was swift, dangerous, and

determined to end my life.

I had no choice but to fight back, and I still

wouldn't have succeeded if not for that

extraordinary strength.

I have no idea what that mysterious power that

suddenly took over me was, nor do I know how it

came forth from my body. I had felt the sudden

presence of a strange creature inside me and could

tell clearly that it wasn't my wolf, as I wasn't yet 16

years old. Because of the beast's unusual strength, I

savagely attacked my mother.

I figured it would be that a demon had possessed

my mother; I knew she wasn't doing all that with

her right senses, but I couldn't stop her or find the

cure at that moment as everyone was at the royal

palace for the Beta's daughter's birthday.

Either I fought back and killed her, or I was killed.

I could still vividly remember how it all started.

Mom had suddenly taken me to her room while the

birthday party was going on, and I thought she had

a message to pass on to me.

I never realized she was already being controlled by

a demon spell and wasn't in her right mind.

"Mommy, why did you bring me into your room?" I

had asked but couldn't get a reply before I noticed

her eyes turn dark and foggy and her canine teeth

grow into long, sharp fangs.

I became so afraid and tried to run away through

the door when she pounced on me and dug her

sharp claws deep into my back. I have cried out in a

loud voice for help as the pain has taken over me. I

had also pleaded and struggled to free myself, but

none of that could save me as she sat on my belly

with those scary eyes, that horrifying snarl, and the

demon scent that was emitting from her body.

"Mommy! Mum! What are you!..." I was struggling

to breathe as I shook in great fear, but she blindly

leaned and sunk her fangs into my neck, slurping

my blood while her right hand claws traced my

chest like she was searching for my heart.

The severe pain was consuming me, and I was

losing my breath. My ability to howl and cry for

help again faded as my strength drained from my

entire body like a wisp of smoke.

For real, my mom was about to kill me that night,

and literally no one came to my rescue. No one

noticed or heard my voice in the room, since the

sound of my screams was muffled by the deafening

noise of drums and the musical material used to

celebrate the birthday.

She yanked her bite away from my neck and made

dreadful guttural sounds.

"You have to die, so the demons can rule!!" That

was the next thing I heard my mother

unconsciously utter, as if someone were talking

through her.

My mother went for my gown and tore apart the

top of it, locating my heart clearly, as that was the

easiest way to kill a werewolf. All my pleas fell on

deaf ears, as she had completely lost her mind

It was then that the sudden power appeared from

within me, and I was capable of pushing her away

from my belly, where she sat. I quickly stood up

and noticed my body was suddenly getting hot; I

also felt like I was about to spit fire. There was

really something wreaking havoc in me like it was

trying to break away from confinement.

I guess it succeeded, as I suddenly lost my mind

and became controlled by the strange beast,

making me extremely strong.

When I stared at my mother that moment, I

couldn't see her face anymore, but instead, I was

seeing a demon and could also smell the potent

scent, which triggered so much rage from me.

I felt the greatest impulse to end her life and

couldn't wait any longer before attacking her.

She tried fighting back, but with my new strength, I

was able to violently slit several parts of her body. I

brutally gouged her eyes and jutted the joints in her

hands and legs. At the end, I ripped the heart from

her ribs and ate like a vampire.

That was at the same time the Beta's mate kicked

the door open and barged into the room.

She saw me killing my mother and screamed.

Everyone rushed in and caught me in the act.

But why had no one come when I almost died in

her hands?

All the wounds around my body didn't convince

them that my mother attacked me, instead, they all

concluded that it was when my mother tried

defending herself.

The powers of that strange beast that suddenly

took over me vanished and never came back again

I was 15 years old when this happened, and since

then, my world has been miserable.

They termed me a demon, and countless times,

they invited many sorcerers to check on me, and

the sorcerers would give me a concoction to drink

that would only burn my organs with excruciating

pain.

Some would force me to bathe in a bowl of

wolfsbane, which would injure me so badly that it

would take a month to heal, yet they wouldn't

decipher anything inside me except my miserable

wolf.

It had been three years since it happened, and no

one believed my story when I said my mother had

turned into a demon and was bent on killing me,

instead, my torture was increased for accusing the

late Luna wrongly.

My world became entirely hellish this year when

my father chose another woman as his replacement

mate. Her name is Laura, a woman who became

my stepmother as well as a devil reincarnation who

despised my breath.

She only wanted to see me in pain and heartbreak,

and I couldn't pimpoint what I had done wrong to

her.

Since Father brought her into the royal pack house,

I have faced the worst moment of my existence.

Our Betas lost their lives in a war a few months

ago, and dad took in their daughter. I'm 18 years

old, and she's 17, but it doesn't matter because she

also treats me like a slave. I do all she orders

without hesitation, as a little disrespect would

cause my father to give me a deep cut on my skin.

"Ella!!!" My stepmother's voice broke in, jerking

me out of my thoughts and sending me leaping

from the bed, where I had sat back without

knowing when Fear gripped me so that my brain went numb as I

groped my way out of the room with a blurred

vision as hot tears filled my eyes. I needed no

soothsayer to know I was going to be beaten by her

again for overstaying in my room.

Even her tone could attest to that.

I had been so lost in my sadness that I didn't

realize how long I had stayed after the alarm

blared.

"Ella!!!" she yelled again, but I needed to sneak into

the kitchen before replying, so she won't find out I

had been in my room after the alarm. But just as I

got to the sitting room, I was faced with the devil,

who seemed to be waiting for me over there. My

whole body froze as I saw her standing tall right

there with the most menacing face I had ever seen.

Her brown eyes were glinting with pure rage and

resentment as she sneered at me while gritting her

teeth. I quickly lowered my head in terror, not

knowing what to do or say. But one thing was for

sure, she was going to beat me again, and as

always, my father wouldn't do anything about it.

"You ignored my call?" Her tone spoke volumes

about how much she hates even my shadow.

"I'm sorry, I......" my voice caught in my throat as her

sharp slap burned my cheek, stinging every part as

if it had been pierced by a thousand needles.

"You turned off the alarm and went back to sleep

after it rang, right?" She gritted her teeth and

wouldn't wait for any word from me before kicking

my stomach so hard that I fell heavily on my butt.

"No, I. I.." I couldn't talk properly because of the

burning pain in my stomach.

I yelped and clutched my belly with one hand while

rubbing my butt with the other as tears prickled my

eyes and streamed down my cheeks freely.

"Please, ma'am, spare me this once. " I begged in a

shaky tone as I trailed my eyes back to her only to

see her stalking forward again.

The agonizing pain that overwhelmed me made my

entire body shake as I breathed heavily,

whimpering and pleading with my eyes movement

and shivering lips as I seemed to lose my power of

speech from the pain.

"If you are tired of living, kill yourself." She

growled and kicked my head with her boot; I felt

like life was leaving me. It was like I would die as

my head clanged like a bell. I shut my eyes and

began crying bitterly as more pain consumed me.

Just then, I heard her footsteps coming after me

again, and that made me sob harder, even when I

knew it was useless as no one would come to my

rescue, instead, they would end up joining hands to

beat me for waking them up with my cries.

She squatted down in front of me, scanning my

face resentfully, before saying what made my heart

drop into my stomach

"I wonder how you escaped being killed by your

demon-possessed mother. Remember what she

told you about the demons, right?" She asked, and I

could see the smug smile on her lips.

Confusion twisted inside me, and my limbs felt

heavy. I could only stare with my lips apart, but no

sound came out.

What does she mean?

"Laura, are you...a demon?" I stuttered in a loud

voice out of fear, panting as I stared at her,

bewildered and brooding on what she just uttered.

My mother, who was possessed by demons that

day, had told me that I had to die so the demons

would rule. How the hell did Laura know she

mentioned something like this to me?

Laura's eyes scanned my face for a few seconds,

and she let out a snicker before rising to her feet.

"Who did I hear you call a demon? My Luna? Are

you calling my mate a demon the same way you

claimed my fated mate was, so as to justify killing

her?" My father's voice suddenly thundered in as

he hurried down the stairs, forcing me up from the

floor as the hairs on my skin rose in fear.

When did he get here?

His face grimaced in anger, emphasizing the scars

on his face that gave him a dangerous look. His

dark green eyes were glinting with hatred and

disgust as he peered at me.

"I. I didn't...I was just ask...ing....." My lips

trembled as I spluttered every word, frightened at

his menacing glare at me.

"She had been calling me that because I yelled at

her to begin her house chores. You can't believe I

woke up to find her still sleeping even after the

alarm had rung,'

" Laura whined, wiping her eyes,

which were suddenly wet with tears.

This woman is really unbelievable!

Dad got enraged and charged at me like a predator,

not minding if she was lying. His huge body drew

closer, creating a shadow of horror that towered

over me, darkening my world with fear and

sadness. My eyes snapped shut as I anticipated his

hit on me.

Just as expected, a hot slap lashed my cheek,

sending burning pain through it like raging fire.

I screeched and held my cheek as clots of blood

formed and spurted out of my lips. My body was

shaking as I whimpered and went numb from the

heart-wrenching pain I was feeling, but he didn't

seem satisfied as I saw him attack me again.

"I will break you until you plead for death, you evil

murderer! I hate the air you breathe. Your shadow

and even the ground you step on! I hate that I can't

strangle you to death with my bare hands just

because you have royal blood. Kill yourself so I

won't see you ever again!" He roared as his heavy

foot stomped forward, his tone tinged with grief,

rage, and pure hatred. But luckily, Laura caught

hold of him.

"Don't stress yourself by hitting her. The past

sorcerers I brought with me have absorbed all her

demonic powers. Another might also come today to

also check on her," Laura whispered as she smiled

at my father.

My heart tugged in terror at what she just said. I

can't take any more torture from her sorcerers, as it

seems that's all they do while pretending to

exorcise demons from me.

"Get up there! Begin your house chores, you dirty

pig!! My daughter should never be late to school

because of you!" Dad snorted at me with a

disgusting stare that gave me chills. It hurt so bad,

especially as he wasn't seeing me as his daughter

anymore.

He just called the beta's daughter his daughter.

They both walked away with his arms wrapped

around her waist while she leaned on his shoulder.

She glanced back halfway and flashed a mocking

smirk at me, which churned my belly as i

swallowed hard, struggling not to cry again.

"Mum, Dad, I will be late for school today because

of that useless girl, Ella. I don't know why...." I

heard, Scarlett, the Beta's daughter, whining, but

she paused her words as she noticed me walk into

the dining room

The three were sitting around the table, and the

sight brought back some memories; this was the

same way I sit with my mother and this father of

mine, who was once a good dad.

Things had changed so fast. I am now the maid

who serves them instead of sitting down to eat with

them. The Beta's daughter has taken my position.

"Here are your foods.

." I mumbled with a bow as I

distributed it to them, praying silently for the

silence and calmness to remain so until I left.

They should all free me from any beating now, so I

prayed to the moon goddess, and it seemed to be

answered as I shared the plates and turned to

leave.

"Ella!" The cold and frightening voice of my father

called out my name, and I froze at a spot, feeling

like crying. I wish I could just ignore him and walk

away. I so much hate standing in front of Scarlett

to receive all the humiliations and beatings.

Slowly, I spun and walked closer to them.

"Come and eat this food first. I don't trust you

anymore.

" he ordered, and I sniffed at my tears as

my cheeks flushed red.

I had forgotten that it has always been this way. I

was always a suspect to them, while the real culprit

- Laura - sits right beside them. Even when he had

set up body guards to watch me closely when I

cook, he still had to do this to humiliate me and

break my heart.

I ate a spoonful of Dad's food, then some from

Scarlett, and the moment I got to Laura, she gave

me a chilling glare that shook my hands.

Shivering hard, I took the spoon and shoved it into

her food, taking out a spoonful too, but the

moment I made to dip it into my mouth, she

smacked my hand with the back of her palm,

causing the stew in the spoon to splatter on my face

and straight into my eyes.

"My eyes!!!" I screamed in agony at the peppery

pain, which stung so badly that I lost my balance

and fell to the ground.

My eyes shut instantly as I groped and screeched

loudly, crying out for help. I was begging for water

to wash my face, but I heard laughter instead

"Can you imagine she wants to use the opportunity

to get her belly filled with my food?" Laura

snickered, and they laughed the more while I felt

like my eyes were being plucked out as hot tears

streamed down profusely.

"I'm getting blind! Please help me with water!" I

cried out, shaking violently while trying to wipe

them off with my palm; but no one cares. All I

could hear next was the clinking sound of their

cutleries and plates which means they were already

eating without giving a damn about me.

I opened my eyes in a hurry, thinking I could bear

it all and find my way to the kitchen sink, but it was

futile. I only helped the ones hanging from my

eyelashes get into my eyes, causing me agonizing

pain that shook my body vehemently.

My eyes shut themselves again, and this time I

couldn't open it again; my world became dark.

My eyes were burning while I groped, scrubbed,

and screamed for help. The pain was searing the

back of my eyes and was causing them to heat up

like they were placed in a fire, as I also lost the

ability to open them.

"Please, someone should help me! Someone get

some water for me so I can wash my eyes! It hurts

terribly!" My loud cries permeated the walls while I

tried using my senses to find my path to the

washroom, but everything was hazy in my head,

adding to the excruciating pain my eyes were

passing through.

"Stay that way till we are done eating and stop

making noise, you don't expect any of us to leave

our food to get water for you!" Scarlett yelled

without concern about the unimaginable pain I was

going through.

"She caused it herself, I wanted to smack her face,

but she was trying to act smart by using the spoon

as a shield! She shouldn't have taken a spoonful

from my plate!" Laura grumbled as they went on

eating while I was losing my sight.

The tears from my eyes had dampened the top of

my gown; every part of my body was drizzling with

sweat as I panted and sobbed in burning pain while

crawling on the floor.

"I hope she gets blind after now! Maybe that would

be the punishment from the moon Goddess for

killing my mate. " My father chipped in, and I

cringed in shock.

The coldness in his voice pierced into my heart

with intense spasm. The pain from hearing my

father say that was so much for me to bear that I

burst into a screech.

The hatred was raw and it was never going to fade

away as I thought; I knew how much my father

loved my mother with all his heart and soul,

pampering her like a rare gem. I knew he would

hate me for killing her, but not to this extent.

My little mind thought his resentment would fade

as the year ran out, but little did I know, it would

only get deeper each time he saw me.

"I think she has learned her lesson; let's order the

guards to bathe her." Laura snorted, and her words

rang into my ear like a bell, clanking and battering

my brain with what she meant.

I heard her clearly but couldn't get myself to

believe my ears didn't deceive me just now.

"Yeah, that's a good idea for a witch like her!"

Scarlett huffed, and I heard my father call on the

guards.

"Strip her and help bathe her in the bathroom,

" he

ordered, and I gasped, wagging my head as I

whimpered, more hot tears falling.

My lips were shaking, and I wished I could open

my eyes and run away; running was the best

option, but I am blind. The thought of having these

guards see my naked body sent chills all over me.

"Daddy, please don't do this! Don't listen to Laura!

She....

. " My voice cracked from fright. I couldn't

dare repeat who Laura truly was again to him.

Daddy wasn't joking when he said he would make

life a hell for me, his real daughter. I was stupid to

think being my father would reduce the torture.

Now I would stand naked in front of these mere

guards, whom I had ordered around in the past.

My royal blood was crawling all over my skin, and I

was shaken beyond belief. All I hoped was that it

wouldn't happen! How will I stand in front of these

men after they see my nakedness.

"Are you guys deaf?! Do exactly what I ordered!"

My dad thundered, banging his fist on the table,

and my mouth went wild as I gasped for air. The

hot pain in my eyes couldn't be compared to the

anguish my heart feels.

"Daddy, don't do this to me, please!" I bawled,

clutching myself, as I couldn't tell in what part of

the room I was.

"She keeps calling you daddy even after you've

disowned her! That's wrong!" Scarlett grumbled,

and I felt my heart hurting at her words, then my

father added.

"That's why she deserves every punishment on

earth! So stubborn and heartless!" he snorted with

no pity or concern in his voice, and I made to plead

again but the sound of heavy footsteps followed by

four strong hands grabbing around my hands and

legs, snapped my lips shut.