The Immoral Pact; A Luna's Honour

"Oh, sweetheart. If only you were good enough to be queen." I looked up, my lips parting as my eyes met the ever blue perfection that was Alpha Kyle's eyes. He still looked the same, the crooked smile he had, the deepness in his eyes, his light brown hair. Everything. Except for the words he was saying. "Wh... what?" I managed to croak out, my eyes darting across both of his. He gave a smirk and leaned away from me, letting go of my chin rather roughly. Just a minute ago, he had leaned to me, his delicate soft fingers cupping my chin in a way that made me believe he was going to let me taste him. Now he was standing above me, the blue of his eyes glazing over with cold ice. "What are you talking about, Kyle? I..." "It is Alpha to you, Elvira. It is Alpha Kyle to the omegas." My lips fell open, and my heart sank to a depth that I didn't even know I held within me. I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to wake myself up from this nightmare. My Kyle would never speak to me like that. My Kyle would never. I slowly stood up, the dark red dress that I had thought was a tad bit too showy for the Alpha's mate falling around me. He gave a small smile, then sighed. "You are beautiful, Elvira. Special too. And I would be lying if I say that I didn't let myself fantasize when you were announced as my mate." "What are you talking about? We are here for the Alpha convention. You said you would take me in front of everyone and..." "But you are naive," he said, cutting me off with a small smile. "Far too naive to be queen beside me. Your beauty doesn't cancel the fact that you are an omega in the end, and your wolf can barely muster enough energy to shift even on full moons. " "You said you wanted me that way!" I yelled, tears stinging the back of my eyes. My chest heaved, and my heart struggled to recognize the man before me. Just ten minutes ago, I had walked in here, and he had told me how I was the most beautiful gift ever. Was that all a lie? What sort of sick joke is this? "Turns out I didn't. I was stupid and just as naive when I said that. But maybe I was just a horny man who didn't realize what would be at stake in order to become the alpha I have always trained to be." I couldn't stop myself, and before I knew it, I covered the distance and slapped him hard across the cheek, causing his face to swerve violently to the right, his eyes widening. His hand slowly came to cover his cheek, and he broke into a sick laugh. He looked back up to me, his eyes darting across both of mine. "I guess I deserved that. But it doesn't change it, does it?" I swallowed, my knees slowly giving way. How could this be happening to me? We are here, in the prestigious Cold Lands, and we were set to meet the powerful Alpha convention in less than thirty minutes. Up until now, I had believed that he would take me with him. That I would be the woman beside him when he took his long-awaited seat at the alpha convention. Fuck, I had dreamed about this day. "You promised me," I said, looking up to him, my eyes blinking with tears. "You promised that I would be the woman you..." "Stop it, Elvira." I froze in place, then slowly turned. The large doors were open, and Delilah was standing there. She was wearing the most majestic ball gown I had ever seen, one that, as opposed to the rather slutty gown I had been given, truly befitted a queen. I turned to Alpha Kyle, and it didn't take me long to put it together. Alpha Kyle was taking Delilah, my own step sister, to the Alpha convention instead of me. f**k, I had no idea she had even come with us. I had no idea he even knew my step sister. I slowly moved, my knees barely carrying my weight. "What... Delilah?" "Surprised?" She asked, laughing in her usual graceful way. She always had that aura. Perfection. Everything I could never be. When Alpha Kyle chose me after I became his mate instead of the instant rejection I thought I would face, I really believed that it was finally my time. That I would finally get out of her shadows and be the woman she never let me become. Only for this to happen. Only for this tragedy to strike and shatter my already battered soul into a million tiny pieces. I turned to Alpha Kyle, who was watching Delilah's every step, his eyes fixed on her like I was suddenly invisible. "How could you do this to me?" It was all I could think of. It was all I could ask. He laid with me in the dark. He took my first time. He said he loved me. How could he do this to me, in a foreign place where I know no one? How could he step on our mate bond like it was nothing? "I had to," he said simply. "I am an Alpha. I will soon have a seat at the convention. The last thing I want is an omega dragging me down. You should understand." I finally fell to the floor in the heap of the blood red dress, my tears running down the floor. My heart felt like it was shattering into tiny pieces, and I could do nothing but watch my heart break. Watch the man I love turn into a monster I could barely recognize. "Then why did you bring me here? You could have left me home with the omegas where I belong! Why did you bring me here where I know no one? Were you so eager to show me just how much of a bastard you are?!" "Watch your words, sis. Just cause desire crept in and you once shared a bed with the alpha, it doesn't make you any more than a lowly omega. And as for bringing you here..." Delilah trailed off and turned to Alpha Kyle, a small sinister smile playing on her lips. He gave a small sigh, and my already shattered heart broke even more. "We forgot to prepare a gift," she said, then chuckled. "How silly of us. But... Kyle thought you would be perfect." "What?" I asked, dread starting to set in and displace the pain I felt. What did they mean by a gift? "I found out rather too late that to take a seat at the convention, I was supposed to pay a little price. A gift to the king of the convention. The pack is poor currently, and the treasury is low, so I..." He trailed off, just as the door opened, and two soldiers walked in. Before I could make proper sense of what was happening, I felt two strong hands wrap around me on either sides and pull me up, forcing me to stand. "Let me go!" I screamed, my chest heaving, tears rolling down my eyes as fast as ever. All of the curses that omegas were said to carry seemed to be rushing at me with godspeed, and I didn't even have enough time to catch my breath. Delilah covered the distance to me, her eyes cold and wicked, her smile, the visual representation of spite and hatred. "Do well to take him like the little slut that you are. The more pleased that he is with you, the higher the chance of Kyle going up the ranks in the convention." She leaned closer. "Don't you care about the man you love? Don't you want to do anything for him?" She leaned away, then broke into a smile. "Maybe he will let you watch us as we take the seat, but if he doesn't..." she raised a hand and waved at me, as the soldiers started to pull me away from the room. "Kyle! Kyle, please! I will do anything! You said you loved me! You said I was the one for you! You said..." My voice cut off as the doors slammed shut, and the soldiers continued to pull me away downthee long hallways.