The Fated Mate To The Powerful Lycan King

Aria's POV:

"I, Logan Pierce, Alpha of the Nightfang Pack, reject you, Aria Wilson, as my fated mate."

The pain that came from hearing those words felt like a hot knife going straight through my throat. The pain of rejection shot through my body, making me wince, and hot tears rushed to my eyes.

"Logan..." I whispered, staring at my mate, my love. In his place was a cold-hearted man I didn't recognize. "What is all this about?"

What had I done to deserve a rejection out of nowhere? I tried to think hard, trying to understand what exactly it was. Nothing came to my mind.

Logan, my husband of three years, was glaring at me with hatred I hadn't ever seen in him before. "You're a traitor. And you will be punished as such." He said this, his eyes flashing in anger. He motioned for the guards on standby.

"No, no, wait! Please wait!" I screamed. The guards advanced on me. I ran up to Logan, reaching out to grab his hand, but he moved out of the way. I fell to the ground, my knee hitting the ground. The pain was nothing compared to what is in my heart right now. I stared up at Logan, tears in my eyes.

Why was he doing this to me?!

"You don't know what you did?" I heard a feminine voice say:.

I turned to see my sister, Darcy. Thank the goddess! I knew Darcy was on my side. She would help me talk to Logan!

"Darcy! Thank goodness you're here! I..."

Darcy sneered darkly. "Don't talk to me so casually." She hissed.

My eyes went wide. "What...Darcy? What's going on?"

Darcy walked up to Logan with a smirk on her face. She took his hand, and he actually smiled at her, his gaze softening! I felt my heart break and shatter.

"You're a liar; that's what's going on." Darcy hissed. Her eyes shot daggers at me. In all my life, Darcy has been my sweet little sister.

Who is this person in front of me now?

"What did I lie about?!" I screamed at them. "And what is going on here?! Logan, why would you reject me?!"

"Because you are infertile." said it coldly.

Now, I feel the hot knife in my stomach. My heart dropped to my stomach. Infertile? How did she know about that? I hadn't told her anything about that!

"Is she lying?" Logan asked with cold and stony eyes.

"I... I'm not infertile."

"Liar! You didn't tell him about the curse, did you?!" Darcy screamed.

The feeling of betrayal got worse, and I gasped. How did Darcy know about the curse? I hadn't told her about it.

"You're weak. You're an excuse for a Luna. "This pack needs someone strong who can lead us well." Darcy continued. "With you, we will all die out."

I couldn't believe what was happening now. My own sister betrayed me? And my mate... he's siding with her?

"Aria, is it true that you're under a curse?" Logan asked.

I stared at him, and I knew there was no way to try and convince him otherwise. "I was working on it!" I cried. "Logan, please, you have to believe me. I can...."

"Guards!" Logan called for his men. "Take this traitor out of my sight."

"Logan please!" I cried. "You can't just do this to me! After all the time we've had, you can't just throw it away?!"

"You're not going to kill her, are you?" Darcy inquired, then turned to Logan. It disgusted me to see the look she was giving him, her eyes wide and big as she stared at him. She had always used that look to get things from our parents. She was now using it on my husband.

"She's a traitor. She deserved to die." Logan replied, his voice unfeeling. He glared at me. "Take her to the dungeon." The guards grabbed my hand and pulled me up, already dragging me away.

"She'll be executed at sunrise tomorrow."

"Don't kill her!" Darcy cried out. "Please, baby, don't kill her. Just....send her away or something."

Logan motioned for the guards to let me go. He turned to Darcy. "Are you sure about that?"

I stared at Darcy, confusion on my face. What was she playing at here?

"Yes." She said. "Please? Can you do this for me?"

Logan turned to me. He approached me, his steps intimidating. I resisted the urge to run away. I reminded myself that I was the former alpha of this pack, and I held my ground against him.

"I would have had you executed without a doubt." He hissed darkly. "Consider yourself lucky; you'll get away with an exile." If you ever show yourself here, I will not be as merciful."

I spat in his face. "You bastard!" I screamed at him. "How could you do this to me?! And because of..."

He drew his hand back and backhanded me across the face. "You damned bitch!" he hissed.

The force of his slap nearly knocked me off my feet. I grabbed my throbbing cheek and turned toward him, glaring at him. He wiped his face, his eyes shooting daggers at me.

"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" Darcy gasped, running up to his side and inspecting his face. She glared at me. "What is wrong with you?!"

I felt like I wanted to hurl.

Seeing my sister and my husband being chummy was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen.

"You two are disgusting and shameless!" I shouted. "Darcy, how could you?! You're my sister!"

"I can't be the sister of a traitor!" she yelled back.

"You should be grateful; she told me to spare your worthless life," Logan said to me. "I would have had your head hanging on the ash tree right away. You're a selfish and disgusting traitor."

"Traitor?" I cried. "You're fucking my sister! "How am I a traitor?!"

"Please, you're weak. You're not even qualified to be an omega." Darcy said it with an eye roll. "You're just jealous; I'm a much better candidate for Luna than you. I'm stronger, faster, and fertile. And I even have a wolf. Can you do any of those things?"

I would be lying if I said her words didn't hurt me, right where they hurt the most. Was it my fault I was born weak? Was it my fault I couldn't wolf out?! Was it my fault for the curse that plagued me?!

Did I do anything wrong?! Did I ask to be born with such a cruel fate?!

Darcy had always been the golden child. Loved by my parents, loved by all. Compared to her, I was plain and uninteresting. And now she's also being loved by my husband, shamelessly rubbing it into my face.

"I can't believe you two..." My lips trembled, and the tears threatened to fall. The pain wrapped around my throat, threatening to choke me to death. "I loved you....Logan...I gave you everything."

"Take her away!" Logan commanded the guards. His eyes held no sympathy at all.

I turned and glared at them through tears, I felt my eyes flashing in anger. "Don't you dare touch me with filthy hands." I hissed at them. "I can walk."

The guards backed up. Logan may be all that and more, but I ran this pack before him.

I glared at Logan and Darcy. I vowed there and then to never forgive them. I loved these two people more than anything else in the world. Both of them turned against me.

I turned and walked out of the throne room, keeping my head high.

After all I had done for him, Logan was a rogue when we were mated. I made him the alpha of the Nightfang pack, and he stabbed me in the back.

I walked out of the pack house and was instantly assaulted with screams and jests from the pack members.

What lies had they been fed? What had Logan told them in order to make them hate me outright?

"Keep moving." Logan hissed into my ear. "We aren't at the border yet."

I kept my head up and continued walking. Tears rushed to my eyes, and my heart broke. I was being escorted out of my own pack. My pack! My own mate had turned me into an enemy!

We got to the border. I turned to get a last look at the people who had betrayed me. They sure looked happy right now, Darcy was hooked on his arm, his hand around her slim waist.

Darcy distended from Logan and walked up to me, a cruel smile on her face. "Don't die out there, sister, dear."

I slapped her across the face. She cried out in pain, and instantly Logan moved to her rescue, pushing me aside roughly.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled, pulling Darcy into his arms and comforting her. I used to be the one he held like that.

"I will never forgive you two." I said, my voice dark. "I promise you that."

"If she ever returns," Logan said, his eyes staring coldly into mine. "Kill her on sight."

Darcy's POV:

That had gone easier than I had expected.

Finally, that damned bitch was gone for good. It was always Aria. Ever since we were girls, it was always her. She was the smart one. She was the pretty one. She was the one who had the bright future. While I was destined to remain in her shadow forever,

"Let's go back," Logan said as soon as Aria's form disappeared from sight.

I hooked my arm with his and flashed him a brilliant smile. I had spent years perfecting this smile. "Sure!" I said it in a happy tone.

He turned, his eyes hardening as he saw the red mark on my cheek. "That damned bitch." He hissed in anger, his fingertips touching my face.

"It's just a love mark." I said it in a nonchalant tone.

A love mark it was. Just as I had Aria walking around with my own love mark, it was a little something between us, and I doubt she was aware of it. But it had been years already-a little drop of it every morning-and she was as weak and pliant as a newborn.

Oh poor Aria, she wasn't going to survive long out there with how much of it was in her veins now! I smiled to myself, thinking how perfect my plan was.

"We need to go to the healer now." Logan said this, grabbing my arm and taking me back to the pack house.

Aria really scored a good one with Logan, I wasn't going to lie. He was the perfect man. That is, until he found out that she was lying. That is, until a certain someone told him that his wife was under an infertility curse.

That hadn't been a problem. All it took was using my special gifts, and it all came down like a house of cards. All thanks to the old man in my dream.

I stared at Logan as we walked back to the packhouse. I thanked him for helping me bring Aria down. Although he will never know the role he played, He would never know how easy it was to get into Aria's mind just by making love with him. Getting to my sister through her husband was a very peculiar gift.

Not that I was complaining. Now I get to live out my dreams without her around.

And as for Aria, well, I hope she does fine out there. But then, a wolfless ex-luna cannot survive long in the wild.

And she had me to thank for that. She'll wish Logan had executed her.

***

Aria's POV

My life was never so perfect. But I had done my very best. After my parents had been killed in an ambush attack, leaving the pack to me, I did my very best to be a good alpha, and a good sister.

The pack members never accepted me. How could a weak, wolfless girl rule them? It was an abomination. But I made it happen. Darcy was by my side the entire time. When the insults and abuse got bad, she stood up for me. She'd fight anyone who doubted my ability to rule.

And then I met Logan, on the verge of death from a brutal attack. He was without a pack, so I took him into Nightfang. On the blood moon, he was revealed to be my fated mate.

I should have rejected him then. Perhaps if I had, none of this would have happened.

But no. I accepted the mating. I made him the alpha, I loved him, and he proved to be capable. And it seemed that finally the pack members respected me. Or rather, they respected him and tolerated me. He transitioned into the alpha role smoothly. It was like he had always been an alpha.

He made Nightfang feared and respected, in just three years. He was also the ideal husband.

Or so I thought.

How many hours had I been walking for? I had no idea. My feet hurt, and I was thirsty and tired. It was getting dark, when the night came, where would I go?

Mother's old pack was still far away. If I wanted to get there and find answers, could i do it on foot? How many days would it even take me?

It was getting even darker.

I heard a twig snap behind me. I cursed silently. My senses hadn't ever been the sharpest, with my wolf suppressed and all. By now, I should have been able to figure out someone was following me.

I turned around, my eyes darting around the darkening forest. "Who's there?!" I called out. "Show yourself now!"

I saw a shadow move. Shadows, in fact. Damn it. How would I fight off this many people?! How many were there?!

"Who's there?!"

I felt a dull blow to the back of my head. I gasped, and my vision went black instantly. I could hear voices around me, so many of them. I felt a warm liquid flowing down the back of my head-my blood? Or was it water? My knees felt weak, and I fell to the cold forest floor.

The last thing I remember was someone lifting me up.

"....Logan...." Before I could stop it, his name fell off my lips.

*****

The pounding in the back of my head was the first thing that registered. The smell came next. The smell of mold and death. I opened my eyes, wincing at the barrage of pain that hit me all of a sudden. A loud groan left my lips, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"You're finally awake!" A male voice spoke. "I thought we had left you with brain damage or something."

I squinted my eyes open. There was a man standing at the other end of the steel bars! My eyes flew open, and I looked around. I was locked in a cell.

"Who are...ah!" A sharp bolt of pain shot through my head. I reached out and touched the back of my head; my hand came off stained with blood.

"You could stay still and listen to what I have to say, or you could bleed yourself to death." I frankly don't care what you do, by the way." The man said,.

I turned and glared at him. "Who are you? "And why am I here?" I hissed.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. Alpha Aria. Oh, wait, that's right. You gave your title to your stupid mate! Isn't that right?"

He laughed, his voice uncultured and loud.

I grabbed my head, wincing in pain. "Where am I ?" "Of course, if you're done laughing at yourself."

The man paused and turned to me. "Alpha Dane, of the Crescent Pack. Does that ring a bell? Former alpha Aria?"

I felt my blood run cold. Dane Seymour?! Crescent pack?! I reached out and grabbed the steel bars.

"Let me out of here this instant!" I screamed.

If this man was, in fact, the real Dane Seymour, then I was in trouble.

He leaned in with a cruel smile on his face. "And now, why would I do that? Do you know how difficult it is to get my hands on prime material?"

Chapter three

Aria's POV:

My eyes went wide with horror. "No, you can't be serious!"

He leaned back. "Enjoy your time here, former Alpha Aria."

He turned and walked away. I banged the bars hard, screaming for him to get back and unlock this damned door!

The Crescent Pack was a menace. A true one. Their alphas collected rogues like a little girl collects dolls. The stories I had heard of Dane Seymour were not good.

I screamed out in frustration and kicked the bars hard. How did I end up here?! Was this some kind of cruel fate in store for only me?!

The cell was small and dimly lit with candles. My entire body was starting to ache from lying on the concrete floors for so damn long.

I heard the sound of footsteps and turned, hoping for Dane. But instead, it was a guard. He unlocked the door and stood to the side.

"Get out," he snapped.

He can't possibly be talking to me.

So I remained where I stood, glaring at him. He sighed and stormed inside the cell, stalking his way up to me.

"Don't you even touch...." I didn't get to finish my sentence. He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the cell, throwing me outside.

"When I say get out, you get the fuck out!" "Is that clear, bitch?!"

I caught myself, whipped around, and threw a punch at him. He merely shifted his head, laughing at me as he avoided the jab.

"Seriously," he said. "Is that all you've got?"

My chest was heaving. I had already overexerted myself. And my head was aching. I felt blood trailing down my neck.

But I wasn't going to let this damn idiot disrespect me. I wasn't going to give him satisfaction.

"Not even close," I hissed.

"Yeah, right, I wish I could indulge you right now, but..." He ducked his head, dodging my punch. I felt all the air knocked out of my lungs.

I bit my lip hard to prevent any screams from escaping. It hurt so bad that my eyes watered, and I doubled over.

"That's what a punch feels like." The guard hissed. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I groaned in pain. "Can you do that? No, I thought so."

I felt my vision going blurry. My ears were starting to ring. Still, the idiot dragged me by my hair. I tripped over my foot a couple of times, trying to keep moving.

"If this is all you've got, you won't even see tomorrow in this place." He said.

I can't die in this place. There was so much I hadn't even done yet. Get my revenge on Logan and Darcy, please.

The guard threw me out into the open. My eyes adjusted to the light. It was an open field.

"You're to weed every single inch of this field." The guard replied.

"And be done before sunset."

"Go to hell," I hissed at him.

"Oh, you're a fun one." He said. "Get to work, bitch."

I had never done such labor in my life before. I wasn't going to start now.

****

The next few days that followed were pure hell.

Being a prisoner in one of the most inhumane packs wasn't something I thought was a bed of roses, but I also hadn't expected it to be so brutal.

Every day was the same routine. To get rid of his frustration, the guard on duty would use me as a punching bag. I used to fight and hit them back, but I quickly learned the difference between a real wolf and a weak one like me. So I just stopped fighting. It was easier that way.

After that, there would be work, which could be anything evil they had come up with that day. My hands were bruised and battered from all the tedious work I had done.

I had to keep strong. I had to endure the pain and torture. If I wanted to have my revenge, I couldn't just die out in a savage pack like this. I had to survive, get back, and make those traitors pay. They were probably lounging around right now, having fun in my pack!

I held onto that fire to keep myself alive.

Every day that went by made me feel like I was losing more and more of my life force. I used to count the days, but I gave up after I counted three weeks.

Every night I dreamt of Darcy and Logan pushing me down a cliff and laughing while they were at it. In a way, I had to thank them for this. Without their betrayal, I would have been dead.

Or maybe I wouldn't be here at all.

"Hey you!" A guard called, hitting the bars loudly.

"I'm not hungry for that slop." I said, "I noticed my voice sounded weak, and it was hard to speak."

"Like, I care."Get out. You've got work." He hissed. He unlocked the door and kicked it open. Damn it. These people were so violent about everything!

I turned my head slowly, and my eyes went blurry as I did.

"Work?"

"Alpha Dane has summoned you."

****

"The fuck do you want?" I hissed out the moment I saw Dane.

"Oh, you look like shit, Aria. What's the matter? You're not eating well."

I glared at him. "Very funny."

This place looked like a make-up room. What exactly was Dane doing here? Why did he want me here?

He walked up to me, his eyes raking over my body. He stroked his chin as if deep in thought.

"There isn't much that's impressive about you," he commented. "Except for the alpha blood you have, of course."

His words hit a sore spot in me that hadn't healed. "And your point is?"

"I'm surprised you still have it in you to still be sassy," he said with a sigh.

A woman came rushing inside the room. She was older and had a long braid that went past her waist.

"Prepare her." Dane spoke to the woman. "She will join them on stage."

"Yes, my Lord." The woman replied.

"Join who?" I asked. "What are you preparing me for?!"

He didn't reply. I hated the look in his eyes; there's no way he had good intentions. "I'll leave her in your capable hands, Maria."

"Answer me!" I shouted. "Dane!"

He completely ignored me and walked away. I turned my antics on Maria, the woman.

"What are you preparing me for?" I asked.

"Miss. Follow me." She said simply, turned, and walked into a room.

I ran after her. The room was actually a bathroom. There was a bathtub steaming in the center of it, as well as a shelf of bath products by its side. The air smelled nice, and it had been so long since I had a proper bath.

"Get undressed and enter the water." Maria said.

I scoffed and folded my arms. "There's no way I'm doing that."

"If you refuse, I'll call in the guards." I'm sure they'll have a field day bathing you. In fact, I should call them now.

"Guards! Come in."