BETRAYED BY FATE

Chapter Two

Metheros would finally have a Luna after all these years even though I was considered to be weak. Thanks to Ken, who always reminds me not to mind their words. He accidentally slit the throat of a park member yesterday on hearing the word "whore."

The beast would take no more insults on his soon-to-be mate, or so I thought.

My hand grabbed the left portion of his black robe hanging on his body. I pulled him gently towards me. What's wrong" I asked again. My eyes meet the blue eyes that seem to be dodging eye contact.

His protruded nostrils let out a sigh. He knew I wasn't going to give up this time. He better just spill it out. Else I won't stop

"The patrol party I sent out the previous day found some dead bodies in our territory," he said a few seconds later.

My eyes didn't lose eye contact the whole time

"And Justin just called to inform me of the situ……"

The words trailed off.

It's either he didn't have the right words to explain it to me because he thought I was dumb enough to not understand the complexity of the situation, or he is just trying not to bother me with many details.

Anyway, I would place my bet on the second

"Someone has been hunting on our land," he continued, "and each time I send my men to check it out, they either end up dead or don't come back at all"

The thick hair on his body did nothing but prevent my eyes from seeing how muscular he was. The hair only became thicker on the broad chest. He was no different from the beast he turned into when he tore through the throat of some werewolves caught in his sacred territory. That was the first time I truly saw how different he was from the rest and werewolves of course.

No wonder they easily chose him as their king

His knee touched mine as he continued shooting blue eyes at me. I could feel the weight of his arm on my entire body even though it was on my shoulder.

He must be very heavy

"Any idea of who it was?" he paused midway in the attempt to throw another kiss at my lips.

His warm breath filtered through my nose as I waited for this reply

"No. They always leave no trail." He shot his face sideways thereafter

I hope he is not thinking that the b***h in me is asking too many questions. I should rather mind my own business. The ceremony is just two days from now. And that's something to think of

Let the men do their thing, while I do mine

"The marks on the bodies don't look like that of werewolves. It's a different thing entirely," he added, turning in my direction this time.

And I was grateful for the kind gesture

His rod filled my eyes as the robe dropped to the floor.

I gasped at the sight of it.

It's way bigger than it was last night. Or maybe my eyes are just playing tricks on me.

"I just hope it's not your uncle this time. Because I won't spare him again. He should know better than to dare me."

His hands were already roaming between my laps

My head jerked up at the sensation

"What!! My uncle. No way" I muttered

My mind instantly flashed back as he mentioned my uncle. I pray to get the chance to spit on his corpse one day. He will pay for his crimes. That I vow, even if it's the last thing I do before I die

"Enough talking, mate!"

He knew he was not allowed to call me that but it's fine.

It is only a few days from now. A few days from when I would have my place in this f*****g park filled with beasts.

My body jerked forward as he pulled out his forefinger, careful enough for the long claws to not cause any damage.

The white liquid trickled as the finger made its way into his mouth

I gasped.

Even though a piece of sweet music was filtering from the stereo system, it could not contain my moaning

Seeing the son of a b***h who called himself my uncle made me want to choke. The very man responsible for the saddest moment in my life standing not too far away.

I glanced at the bottom of the white gown to make sure everything was perfect.

The long-awaited time was knocking at the door, and I had to make sure I looked perfect.

"I just hope you didn't do this Rylan because nobody can save you this time. Not even the deal we had" Ken threatened. His eyes roamed on the dead body close to him as he bowed to observe.

He wanted to make sure nobody knew what was happening. So it's best Justin bring the dead lycan to his room.

No, not his room but our room.

Even before he decided to make me his Luna, I already spent most of my time in his room. I even slept over, like I did the previous night when he couldn't have enough of me.

"I assure you, I didn't do this….." The son of a b***h bowed from the opposite side of the dead beast. "Look, these are not a werewolf mark," he said, pointing his forefinger to the claw-ridden throat that oozed with blood.

I watched from a distance.

My dress must not get stained so I made sure not to go anywhere near the blood-covered floor beneath the dead beast. It would have been me going to mop the floor after the whole observation.

But no.

That was two years ago. I was just fifteen then when I arrived after seeing my father get tossed from a cliff with the flesh on his neck dancing outside.

My saddest moment.

Even more sad is to see me share the same room with the man responsible for my ordeal. Even though I was to become a mate, I will never forget the horror I had to go through.

Maybe it was all fated to be so. I had told myself. But such a fate is too cruel for a girl of my age.

"You know what to do Justin"

Justin nodded in agreement. He sure knew what to do in the first place. He knew what to do when he brought Josh upstairs.

Poor thing.

He must be roaming somewhere in the underworld.

That's where dead lycans go when they pass on.

I believed it even though I never had a glance at what the underworld looked like

I had met Josh a few times. He made sure the ropes were tight when I got dragged here a few years ago but I forgave him thereafter. He was still kind to me even though he was brutal and always made sure I did my chores.

"Rest in peace" I whispered beneath my breath, holding the bottom of my dress up.

He must not be allowed to cause any damage to my dress even in his dead state. And I made sure of that but I was careful enough not to disrespect him.

The Lycans considered it disrespectful. They never crossed or steeped over one of their own.

It is forbidden.

A tradition that has been passed on for ages if they are to continue to mind link with the dead.

Yes.

Even though Josh is long gone, his breathing brothers could still reach him through the mind. But for some reason, the connection seems to have been broken these past few times. And that made it hard to know who was responsible for the whole thing. Nevertheless, it's still forbidden to cross a dead beast. It's one of the first things I learned a few days after I got here.

I turned to look at the dead thing one last time, with Justin standing tall close to it.

Maybe he didn't know what to do after all.

Did he lie?

Well, judging by the confusion on his face, I couldn't tell if he was angry that his friend was gone and couldn't do the mind link thing anymore, or if he was really confused.

Either way, none of it is my business. He should make sure the blood-covered floor is cleaned up when I get back. I can't afford to spoil my happy moment with a stinking sight when I am back.

Not that we are coming back to the room afterward. Ken had better plans. I would certainly taste the finest dishes at Siol, the destination of the honeymoon.

But save that for later

I turned to look at the marble-covered staircase in front of me as I took the first but longest walk of my life.

I was walking down the aisle.

Except nobody was looking at me. No spectators to cheer me up. No audience to give the regular standing ovation except two men dressed in black suits. The dark shades hanging on their faces made their eyes invisible.

"They must look like that of their king," I thought, as they bowed a little in respect.

My hand certainly became warm after I released the gold handrail. And soon, the long walk was over. In front of me was the huge door which had been left open when Ken and that son of a b***h uncle of mine made their way outside earlier.

I wondered what they were talking about.

If only my werewolf was active, I would not have wondered anymore. But anything involving my uncle always gives a bad omen.

I shoved the thought aside and took the first step outside.

I don't want to think negative right now. The cold breeze did pretty well with that. And all I could think of was the next few moments. The long-awaited moment.