Don't Mess Up with a Lycan's Mate

Chapter 1: Fires of Betrayal

Nora's POV

High heels, a mini skirt, jeans, leather shoes, a shirt, a hair tie, and a pink lace thong.

The trail of scattered clothes—men’s and women’s—littered the floor of Damian’s house like a taunting map, guiding me toward the man who’d summoned me. Damian, the Shadow Pack’s Alpha’s son, the untamed force who’d just texted me to come to his place. My heart pounded, a frantic drumbeat of dread and desire, as I approached the door, muffled giggles and moans seeping through. I sucked in a shaky breath, steeling myself, and shoved open the heavy wine cellar door.

For years, I’d burned for Damian, my love a wildfire that consumed me. The strongest, most devastatingly handsome male in the Shadow Pack, he was a god no eligible pack girl could resist. Every stunning woman in our pack had vied for his touch, wearing his fleeting affection like a badge of pride. I was no different, just another girl caught in his orbit, my heart a slave to his every glance.

But I was an Omega, born to a family of no worth. My father, Mark, an Omega milkman; my mother, Eleanor, once a waitress, now a housewife stretching Dad’s meager wages to keep us afloat. My pale skin, frail limbs, and childlike frame screamed my status—any passing werewolf could peg me as an Omega. My only redeeming features were my delicate face and, as of my eighteenth birthday this month, a barely-there B-cup, a pathetic boast compared to the C or D cups of Alpha and Beta girls.

Still, I’d given Damian everything since the day I sensed the bond between us. I gave him—my devotion, my time, my soul. I’d been his little tail, trailing him without complaint, handling his errands, scurrying at his every command, hoping he’d notice me after his parade of sultry flings. Maybe, just maybe, he’d see my heart and linger on me for more than a fleeting glance.

Today was no different. At dawn, his message had buzzed my phone, summoning me to his house. I knew his crowd had partied all night, and I was likely here to clean up their mess. As I pushed open the wine cellar door, the air hit me like a punch—raucous laughter, the stench of smoke and liquor, a chaos of shattered bottles, spilled wine pooling like blood, furniture strewn about. And there, dangling on a chair, a woman’s thong, its fabric glinting with defiance.

“Thank the Moon Goddess, Damian, your little tail’s finally here,” a voice jeered.

“Yeah, lazybone, what time is it? Nine already.Can’t believe it took you so long to show up,” another chimed.

“Sorry,”I whispered.

“What were you doing? It’s not like you have anything important to do.”

“I was studying,”I explained.

“Studying, huh?”they laughed. “Does Mark even allow you to go to school?”

My gaze dropped to the floor. I didn’t know what I could say. I hoped Damian would say something to defend me. Anything. Yet he just stood there, watching us in amusement.

“Time to get some sleep. Last night was crazy. I am having a headache.”one said.

“See you around, Damian.”

His friends scooped up their clothes, pulling them on with casual smirks, remnants of their strip games evident. They brushed past me, some clapping my shoulder—a mocking gesture, the closest they’d come to kindness.

Their jabs stung, but my love for Damian was a fever I couldn’t shake. A single glance from him, a rare “thank you,” or that heart-stopping smile made every humiliation worth it. I’d clean their chaos, run their errands, anything to stay in his orbit.

But this time, the cruelty cut deeper. A naked woman—Selena, the Beta beauty, one of the pack’s most stunning—snatched the thong from the chair and flung it at my face. The damp fabric slapped against me, its scent—urine or worse—assaulting my senses, searing my mind. “Damian, this thong’s filthy,” she purred, her voice dripping with malice.

Selena, with her E-cup curves and haughty smirk, had always hovered by Damian’s side, claiming “friend” or “sister” status to secure her place. Every girl saw through her—she wanted to claw away any rival. Yet, as Damian’s girlfriends came and went, Selena remained, her “friendship” a calculated throne. Her body was a weapon, and she wielded it now, naked and unashamed.

“Tell your little tail to hand-wash it,” she taunted. “My delicate lips can’t handle rough fabric. It’ll make me sick—oh!” Her words choked off as I ripped the thong from my head, hurling it at her face. Fury surged, and I stormed forward, seizing her hair and delivering a resounding slap across her cheek.

I didn’t dare meet Damian’s eyes, afraid of his shock at my defiance. His expast girlfriends were delicate, soft-spoken, never bold. But I had to fight for my dignity. I’d serve Damian out of love, but I wasn’t Selena’s pawn. “Wash your own filth!” I spat, my voice icy, knowing more taunts would follow but refusing to bend.

“Easy, girls,” Damian interjected, his voice a low growl as he stepped between us. He held Selena back, soothing her with a few words, then turned to me. His hand closed around mine, pulling me outside. The touch of his skin sent my heart into a frenzied spiral, erasing the sting of Selena’s cruelty. My cheeks burned, my gaze locked on his chiseled profile.

“Nora, sweetheart,” he murmured, pinning me against the wall, his massive frame caging me. “I’ve seen your dedications all these years. But I just knew you have another side. Your spine—it surprised me, thrilled me.” His lips crashed onto mine, his rough hands roaming, from my waist to, my breasts—places no man had touched. My body blazed at his touch, and my desire for him surged, shattering my reason.

“Really, Damian?” I gasped, my voice a choked moan, tears pricking at his acknowledgment. But his fingers grazed my panties’ edge, snapping me back.

I wasn’t Selena, a fling to be used. I desired to be loved, not to be used. Grabbing his hand, I whispered, “I love you, Damian, but can we save this for later? After our mate bond ceremony.”

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. I braced for mockery—an Omega who dares to turn down an Alpha. But he traced my lips, his voice low. “Sure Nora. Tonight, witnessed by the Moon Goddesse, I’ll mark you as mine in front of the whole pack. After that you would be mine. Go home, my love. My mate doesn’t clean messes.”

I should have thought about why he would summon me in the first place. But I was overjoyed and couldn’t think straight.

At ten, I stumbled home, dazed, as breakfast began. My mom was, frying eggs, not forgetting to send me a glance, signaling Dad’s foul mood. I crept to the table, easing into my chair silently.

“Morning, Daddy,” I said, mixing his latte—1:3.5, coffee to milk. After his sip, I ventured, “Nice weather. A good day, right?”

Dad’s sneer cut deep. “Good? Months has passed since you know you’re bonded to Damian, still no progress with the Alpha boy. Tell me, why the f**k it is a good day?”

I stayed silent as he shoved eggs into his mouth. “Could you just stop your pathetic trailing after Damian? You aced nearly every subject, Nora. You’re supposed to be a smart girl. How could you be so stupid when an Alpha’s son is within your reach? Make good use of the bond–Bed him, get pregnant, and you would be the Luna of the pack.”

“What about my studies?”I said quietly. “I am qualified to enter the Silvermoon Academy. I’ve received the admission letter…”

“What’s your f*****g problem?”Father interrupted me with a roar, banging his fist on the table. “We can’t afford your education. Can’t you understand you’re an Omega? Consider it fate's mercy to bond you to an Alpha’s son.”

“Mark, enough,” Mom said. Her hand found my clenched fists under the table, soothing my anger and grief.

Omegas were the pack’s dregs, too weak for resources, scraping by on Alpha and Beta scraps. Dad’s milkman wages and Mom’s housekeeping barely sustained us. Silvermoon’s tuition could bankrupt us, maybe cost our grandparents’ house. Dad’s hopes hinged on me marrying Damian, becoming Luna so that our family can be freed from poverty.

We have discussed this before, but this time.

I didn’t cower. Damian’s words became my leverage. After a shaky breath, I said, “Damian wants me as his Luna Queen. He’s confessing tonight, publicly.” My voice grew bolder, my chest rising, a smile breaking as I relived his touch.

“Finally! The Alpha boy finally proposed! Well done, my girl,”Father sang, clapping my shoulders as he kissed my forehead frantically, as if I were a golden ticket. “Daddy is so proud of you! After tonight, our family will prosper!”

Hope blazed through our shabby home, painting it anew. I left in a tight knit top and pleated skirt, clothes I rarely dared to wear.

I smiled at the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I strode out like Alpha and Beta girls with my chin up. I wish to make Damian be proud of me. My outfit—a push-up bra, a snug top—bared my new B-cup, a faint victory I hoped he’d notice on this pivotal day.

I half-ran to the Moon Goddess Statue, where Damian would confess at seven. I got there early, not to wait, but to secretly place a gift—a flawless sweater crafted with Mom's skill, my heartfelt offering. I planned to hide it in the Prayer Lodge, a sacred place where the moonlight cast the statue's shadow during the full moon. By dusk, it was enveloped in darkness, untouchable even to thieves.

Slipping inside, I hid the sweater under a bench, exhaling shakily. As I turned to leave, moans stopped me cold. I traced the sound to a private prayer room.

Who dared defile this sacred place? Tiptoeing, I peered through the door’s glass. My heart shattered. Damian, my Damian, naked, entwined with Selena—the same Selena who’d humiliated me hours ago.

Her breasts—D or E—swayed wildly as Damian thrust into her, his groin slamming her hips. Her moans filled the air as she guided his hand to her chest, his fingers kneading, tugging her n*****s. “Slut,” he growled, spanking her, his rhythm slowing, each thrust heavy, deliberate. Selena, trembling, fed her swollen n****e to his mouth, taunting, “You’ve eyed my breasts forever. Satisfied?”

“Perfect,” he smirked, “and this place is thrilling. You’re quite a naughty girl.”

“I promised you I would treat you to something really nice if you played the prank on Nora. Didn’t expect you would actually agree. You’re such a cruel man, Damian. Poor Nora would be heart-broken when you rejected her in public. I’d get the camera ready. Her expression would be priceless.” she said in amusement.

What the f**k? Is Damian going to reject me in public?

And the promise he gave me is a lie? A prank to humiliate me in public?

“I couldn’t wait to see her face,”Damian smirked.

“Oh she would definitely be too stunned to move,” Selena said, trailing her fingers on Damian’s back. “But she’s your mate.”She said, tilting her head. “Wouldn’t you feel a bit sorry for her?”

Although I figured I may not like the answer, I couldn’t help but wonder what Damian would say.

Damian snorted and his eyes blazed. “She’s an Omega, never my wife, never even a fling.”

“Well that’s my Alpha,”Selena gave him an encouraging look, “f**k me harder.” Damian groaned as he thrust into her, and she moaned louder.

My lips bled from biting, but the pain was nothing compared to my heart’s agony. Sunset’s glow outside couldn’t pierce the lodge’s darkness—or my soul. I’d believed Damian’s vow, but it turned out to be a lie.

I fled, uncaring if my sweater was safe. In the alley, I recognized the voices—Selena’s friends are plotting. “Cameras on? Three angles for Nora’s face,” one laughed. “Screamers, confetti cannons—when Damian says it’s a prank, the pack will lose it.”

They didn’t know I heard, didn’t know Damian’s “confession” was a lie. I crouched, invisible, as their voices faded.

By 6:40, the place buzzed—crowds, music, cheers for Damian. His charisma, chiseled features, and endless conquests made him a god. Everyone believed he’d surpass his father as Alpha.

Selena’s voice cut through. “Give Nora patience—she’s just a trembling Omega, overwhelmed by the spotlight.” The pack roared with laughter, their “humor” at my expense a timeless jab.

My legs shaky, but I couldn’t flee—the crowd blocked me. Closing my eyes, I stood. I had to face this.

As I emerged, whistles and jeers erupted. “She’s terrified!” someone said. At the path’s end stood Damian, his smile careless, and Selena, glowing from their earlier sin.

“Nora,” Damian said, voice smooth. “Don’t be shy. I’m not a beast and I don’t bite. Let’s exchange our vows. And I will be gentle when I deflower you tonight I will be gentle until you can accommodate my monster.”

His friends burst out laughing. “You’ve trailed me for ages, little tail,” he continued. “After all my flings, I see your love for me and I am so moved.. So be my mate, my Luna.”

Cheers swelled, but I saw his glance at Selena, her knowing smile, the cameras poised to capture my humiliation. “Look at me, Nora,” he urged, taking my hand. “You’re the star tonight. What’s your answer?”

I was the palest in the crowd, my Omega frailty stark. Whispers turned to jeers—weak, wolfless, childish, a green-tea b***h playing hard to get. But Damian’s eyes, once my obsession, held no power now.

Every taunt, every betrayal, flashed through my mind.

I yanked my hand free, glaring into his eyes with icy scorn. “Thank you, but the answer is NO.”

“What?!” Selena gasped.

I tore at her collar, exposing kiss marks. She recoiled. I turned to face the crowd. “You want to hear my answer, don’t you? So listen up! I, Nora·Hall, reject you Damian Shadow as my mate!”