Mated To The Wrong Royal

I fire the first arrow and it causes me to remember how my father was brutally killed. I fire the second arrow; It reminds me of my mother's death. The anger of how our heritage was stripped away from us floods through my head as I fire the third arrow without missing.

Rage course through me. I hate them. I hate the royals. They are the people who did this to me. I remember the words of my mother in the woods when the guards were chasing after us. She told me to avenge my father and her immediately I got my wolf. Now I have my wolf and I can't wait to make them pay for what they did to me.

My father, Windsor Stalin was once the king of santol. A powerful one. Until he was overthrown by a traitor. In Santol, anybody who kills the king can sit on the throne. That was how king Audrie, the traitor, sat on the throne.

My father was a fierce man, while my mother was as still as the wind. She was caring and loving, but I don't take after her. I take after my father. I am strong and fierce. I was never like this, but I learned to be like this because of what happened ten years ago.

"You are just so skillful Amaya" a familiar voice snaps me back to reality.

I turn to look at Justin who has a pleased look on his face whilst he claps slowly. "How do you never miss?" he asks and I bob him a dramatic curtsy.

Justin is the only friend I was able to make in the pack house. Before my mother was killed, she instructed 12 years old me to run straight to the next kingdom. She told me to go to her brother, Alpha Armani's pack; the only person she could trust. I have been staying here for 10 years.

As much as I despise Santol, I still miss the memories. I had two royal friends; Frederick and Lucan. The sons of king Audrie. At that time I was young, I didn't know what the royals did to my father not until my mother told me. I loved Fredrick and he adored me too. We were young, naive, and didn't have a care in the world. We also didn't care what our parents thought. I got too attached to Frederick, that when I found out about what his father did to my father, I was devastated.

"I just have that gift," I say, going deeper into the woods to get the arrows while Justin trails me from behind. "Some lucky people are naturally given with this gift" I turn to look at him. "Others are not" I add with a tease.

"But you know People will always choose a swordsman over an archer" he utters in his defense.

I don't say anything as I retrieve the three arrows which are arranged symmetrically on the same tree. "Got it," I say to him and we both turn to leave for the pack house not too far from the woods.

We haven't gotten far when Justin parts his lips to speak again. "Do you really have to go?"

"I have gotten my wolf and that was the agreement I made with Alpha Armani" I shrug at Justin who has a troubled look on his face.

It is obvious, he doesn't want me to go, but my mind is already made up.

"Alpha Armani will surely let you stay for as long as you want"

"I will never be at rest. I have to return back to Santol. I can't let King Audrie sit on the throne my father was supposed to sit on. If I stay here and move on, I will never be able to forgive myself for letting the my dead father down"

Justin let out deep breaths. The look of bitterness, void, and most importantly determination are all visible in my eyes as I speak. He knew no matter how hard he tries, I am not going back on my words. "When are you leaving?"

"The coronation of the new king will be tomorrow. I have to be there before it happens"

I know the new king will either be Friedrick or Lucan. I loved Frederick once, but the love I have for my family is greater. I don't care about the relationship I had with them when we were little, it won't stop me from killing them all

******

Lucan's brown eyes are transfixed intently on the throne seat when the door to the palace foyer unlocks and his mother struts in. He tilts his head to gaze at her and she smiles proudly at him, taking elegant steps toward him

"It will be all yours at dusk," she says when she gets to his side.

Lucan doesn't utter a word instead he stares at the throne with numerous thoughts going through his mind. He ought to be optimistic, but rather, he feels apathetic.

"Will Fredrick be at the coronation?" he asks and his mother sighs, bowing her head slightly.

"You know how things are done in this kingdom. You brother can't be here during the coronation"

"Can't it be altered?"

"The both of you are twins and have a strong bond connecting the two of you, but you can't go against the rule. I'm sure he is doing well as the alpha of his pack" she says as calmly as possible. "On the bright side, you will be the king of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the west , the alpha of all alphas" his mother reassures him, but that doesn't alleviate or alter the way he feels.

His mother walks away from him with the same complacent smile on her face that Lucan finds very irksome. He sees it as a smile of avarice, not of ecstasy.

"You'll get a mate during the coronation. I'm sure the moon goddess will smile at you and finally give you one"

"How many times have I tried" Lucan scoffs. "I don't think I'll be ready for such an exhausting event.".

His mother, Rebecca furrows her eyebrow in disapproval. "You have to" she says while walking towards him. "You need a queen to rule by your side. someone you can trust”

"How is that going possible if the moon goddess won't give me one already? Maybe she doesn't want me to have one at all"

"Don't say that" Rebecca shuns him. "You are not cursed so you will get a mate. And I pray it's one of the ladies selected during the coronation" she walks to him and pats him lightly on his shoulder."It'll be fine" her wrinkled eyes grin at him whilst her red-coated lips curve into a smile, but it soon recedes when her eyes catch a glimpse of his bandaged hand.

"You don't need to hurt yourself to make you feel better about yourself" she advises, but Lucan doesn't give her a response still. She has no choice but to leave.

The moment she leaves, he ambles to the throne and caresses it with his hand while walking around it. A pleased smile appears on his face. He finally has the throne he had longed for since childhood. The number of things he wants to do when he sits on the throne makes him more exhilarated. He feels the power even with the crown, not on his head. This is a throne he can kill for and he knows all hell would have let loose if his father, king Audrie made Fredrick king instead of him.

******

I dismount from my horse to hunt as hunger overwhelms me. After securing my things at the side of the white horse Alpha Armani gave to me, I shift into my wolf form and go in search of a prey.

I am already inside Santol and isn't supposed to stop riding until I get to safety, but my starvation fails to adhere to my reasoning. I wander in my wolf form for a while and finally see a squirrel. After managing to sneak up behind it, I am about to strike it when something happens.

Before I can react, My foot is already clasped tightly by a trap that is fixed there. I whimper in pain and shift back into her human form. The trap has a strong grip on my ankle and with every pull I make, causes the iron to dig more deeply into it. I strive to stand to get my sword from my horse not too far from me, but the pain is too excruciating. When I realize I don't have any possibility of getting out, I scream out in outrage and anguish.

The seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours and I still don't have any hope of getting out. My ankle bled profusely as a result of how deep the iron clamped it. The fear of losing my leg to this shoots through me and I can't help but panic.

At a point when I assume all hope is lost, I glimpse a young, tall, slightly sturdy man, by my horse, ransacking through my things. He is probably a thief, but I don't care. The only thing I worry about is a way to get the angry metal away from my ankle.

"Hey!" I call out, but the brunette man doesn't turn to look at me. This pisses me off as I groan in frustration.

"What are you doing with my stuff?" I yell at him. He finally turns to look at me with a smirk on his face.

His green eyes grin at me, watching me for a while before finally speaking. "Forgive me milady, just going through some stuff to aid my journey," he says and returns to rummaging through My bag. He picks up the wrapped arrow and slowly undoes the clothes, revealing the silver arrow Alpha Armani gave to me as a present. It is the weapon I plan to kill the king with

I grit my teeth in anger. "Don't you dare" I speak in a deadly tone. If only I wasn't stuck in the trap, he wouldn't be standing.

"You would kill your kind?" He furrows his eyebrow at me.

"That's none of your business and my stuff is also not your business" I shout at him, but he doesn't look affected.

"I'm taking this. Just this. Assassins will kill for this" he wiggles the arrow at me and I can't help but boil in anger.

"Can you at least let me out of here?"

"Not a chance"

"Damn you!" I curse at him as the pain adds to my anger. "Who even puts a trap in such a place?"

"Only the royals do that. It's a measure to prevent people from getting into the kingdom unapproved. An approved traveler wouldn't pass this route. Except" he walks towards me and slopes to my level."You are an imposter"

I spit on his face in annoyance and watch as he groans in revulsion. "You see I was just considering releasing you from there, but you ruined your chance with your bratty attitude" he walks back to my horse and hops on it. "Maybe the Royal will be the one taking those irons off" he shrugs at her.

"What are you doing? Get down from there," I warn him.

"Save your strength darling. You'll be here for a long time. The lavender herbs around you might knock you out, so try not to breathe in too often" he chuckles at his own words. " Goodbye princess" he gives a dramatic bow and kicks the horse to start.

I can't do anything. I only gawk from where I lay, trapped. My lips come off as too heavy to scream. However, the need to cry shoots through me, but I subdue it.

Just as he said, the lavender herbs around me begin to get to me and I slowly drift into a deep sleep.

****

The pain in my legs is what wakes me up. Moaning in pain, I flick my eyes open with the hope of still being in the woods, but that isn't the case. Instead, I am situated on a bed, and not just any sort of bed, but a queen-sized exquisite bed. Even my clothes are changed into a silk dress that screams wealth. I rapidly sit up despite the pain, gazing around at the room I am in. The room is just too elegant to belong to any regular personnel.

What if? I gasp as the thought comes to me. What if the royal caught me and brought me here? If this is the case, I need to get out as quickly as possible. I slip out of the bed and take a look at my leg. Surprisingly, it is bandaged. The moment it makes contact with the hard floor, it stings in pain. The pain is unbearable, but I am willing to dismiss it as long as I can get out of this place successfully.

The room is quite enormous and it takes multiple painful strides for me to get to the door. Before I can twist the knob, someone twists it from outside and I stiffen with widened eyes, scampering away from the door to prepare for anything. My eyes dart around and I grab a rod that lay on the floor.

The door opens and before the man can get in fully, I charge for him, but he is swifter than me. He snatches the rod and yanks it away from my hold. After the failed attempt, I calm down a bit and take a look at him. My mouth dropped.

It is Lucan. The fierceness in his brown eyes didn't change a bit. He looked manlier now and gravely stunning. His well-sculpted nose and chiseled jawline all scream perfection, but I don't get lost in his intense gaze for long. Although he appears stronger than me, that doesn't stop me from slapping him across the face in bitterness.

"Why did you bring me here, Lucan?" I snap at him through gritted teeth.

Lucan doesn't react or try to attack me back. Instead, he rubs his cheeks which I slapped. A confusing smirk emerges on his face which only pisses me off. "You still remember me?"

"That's not the point. Get me out of here now " I demand, still in a rage.

"I'm sorry, but I can't, dear mate" he speaks calmly and I gasp. What nonsense did he just utter?

Author's Pov

Flashback

During the coronation, the new king_ Lucan_ goes outside to clear his head. He relishes the serenity of the night and finds peace there, but his peaceful environment is soon distorted by his guard.

"My Lord" Alvaro bows his head in submission. "An intruder was found in the woods. She was dressed like an Alandon and I'm convinced she is here as a spy or something. What must I do to her?"

"A girl, a spy?" He turns to look at Alvaro, marveled and the guard nodded. "I would like to see this girl, who tried to spy on her kingdom," he says to the guard.

"She is currently unconscious. I had her locked up in the palace prison"

"Let's go" Lucan demands and Alvaro leads the way.

A woman as a spy is something scarcely seen in the Kingdom and he was dazed when he was told of one. A woman who has the bellies to intrude on his Kingdom is surely a fearless woman_ he deduces inwardly.

They both reach the prison and the moment he sets his eyes on her, he recognizes her instantly. He does not recognize her only as his childhood friend. The instant connection he feels as he gazes at her, makes him realize she is his mate. He stoops to her level, lifting her head from the ground and settling it on his legs as he stares at her in admiration. She doesn't look different, but one thing that certainly improved is her gleaming beauty. Her blonde hair is much longer, cascading down her shoulder. Her lips are fuller than he remembers and he can't resist the urge to brush his lips against hers

Just by gazing at her, he can feel the heat course through him, making it harder to control himself. He feels the need to mark her there and then as his own because he can't imagine another man having such perfection apart from him.

"Alvaro!" he calls out as anger floods him as a result of how his mate was left in such a condition.

"Sire"

"Did you do this to her?" he barks at Alvaro in anger, referring to the deep injury on her leg.

"No sir. She was caught by a trap"

"For your sake Alvaro" Lucan points at Alvaro. "For your sake, that better be true" he warns with gritted teeth.

After talking to Alvaro, he places his hands underneath her legs, and with little effort, he lifts her off the ground gently. This is no place for the future queen of Santol. He speaks inwardly.

*******

"That's not the point. Get me out of here now " she demands still in a rage.

"I'm sorry, but I can't, dear mate" he speaks calmly and she gasps

Her eyebrow furrows in both confusion and annoyance. What nonsense did he just utter? Her inner wolf asks in fury.

"Don't you dare deceive me? I will cut your throat from where you stand" she warns in anger, but instead of Lucan looking intimidated, he snickers, walking slowly toward her.

Even though she is slightly deterred, she stands her ground, gazing at him fiercely in his eyes. Subsequently, he cups her chin and moves closer to her until there is no space between them. In as much as she wants to scream in his face, telling him to let her be, her lips become too heavy to produce words. Surprisingly she feels trapped staring at his eyes and the look of anger that once clouded her eyes turns into lust. His Oriental scent filled her nose and she can't help but yearn for more of him.

"You don't believe me?" he says in a whisper, caressing her chin, softly with his strong Veiny hands."Don't you feel the tingles when our eyes meet? The connection, the sparkles? The look in your eyes says it all mate. You are mine"

Amaya, at this point, finds it difficult to breathe. She swallows hard, still not able to move or speak. It is almost like he pinned her down with his stares. All she can do is pray that this handsome young man in front of her stops his torture.

Without warning, he heaves her closer to himself, pressing her body against his, and slowly descends to kiss her on the lips because he can't control himself anymore. His wolf cries for her and he isn't sure he can stay another day without marking her as his own.

In a split second, Amaya regains herself from the spell she seemed to be caught in. She pushes him with all her might, ignoring the pain in her legs. The moment his back makes an impact with the wall, she grabs his sword, strapped to his side, and points it at his neck. "I can never be yours" she utters to his face, but her dominance is not for long as Lucan overpowers her, taking the sword away from her, and this time she is the one pinned by her shoulder to the wall.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that" he snaps at her in authority and for the first time in a long time, Amaya feels appalled by a man.

When he realizes she was terrified by his behavior, he lets her go.

The outcome of the situation makes Amaya fight the urge to cry. How can she be mated to the son of the man she hates so much? She is also disgusted with herself because her body keeps reacting to everything he did to her. She can't loath him, neither can she feel repulsed by him because he is her mate and there was nothing that can change that. Each time she looks at him, her inner will for revenge screams no, but her body and mind scream yes to him. Even her inner wolf is helpless to his touch.

"I will not be your mate" she mutters under her breath. "I can never be your mate" this time her voice gains momentum. "I'm leaving"

"You can't leave" he speaks coldly.

"You can't stop me"

"Your leg is bad. I can't let you leave with that injury" he speaks, but that seems to stir up anger in her.

"You don't care about my leg, you just want to keep me here for your selfish interest" she yells at him.

"Fine" he admits. "But don't act like you don't want it too. Deep down you want to stay here with your mate, but your stubbornness is what prevents you from admitting it"

"So what? You keep me here and make me your queen. Have me have your babies and that's it?"

"Do you know how many ladies would jump on that offer?"

"Well not me" a grimace of irritation emerges on her face. "Your father was an evil man and I will not get married to his son" she shoots at him in disgust.

"What would you rather do," he asks, already interested in the not-so-thrilling conversation.

"I have all the right to seat on that throne" she speaks with determination, but that only makes Lucan erupts into laughter.

"A woman on the throne? That's an insult" he says to her when his fake laughter died down. "Look your injury is bleeding. Being distressed isn't going to be good for your health" he addresses the injury on her leg that is already leaking into the bandage.

"I'm fine" she folds her hands in stubbornness.

"I'll have the maids check it for you" he states, totally ignoring her claim of being alright. "Now listen, you will stay here to heal and when you are done healing you are free to go" he pauses and takes a deep breath. He doesn't want to let her go, but he can't keep her against her will. Slowly he walks towards her again and tucks her hair behind her ears to reveal her pretty oval face. "But I don't think you would want to go after that," he says with so much assurance in his voice.