The Lycan's Rejection, An Ancient's Obsession

VASILLA’S POV “Milady, this dress suits you perfectly. It seems like a second skin and it accentuates your curves perfectly,” Lilith, the head maid who had a sweet tongue didn't stop complimenting how I looked in the dress. The royal designer did a perfect job, the dress was a masterpiece but it just wasn't for me. I made the dress look awful on me and I felt the dress deserved to be worn by someone better. It was a red mermaid dress with silver embroideries. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight when she revealed it, but after putting it on, a bitter smile spread across my lips. I needed to appreciate her for a job well-done and a frown would have sent the wrong signal. “Milady, don't you like the dress? There are others of different designs, I can show them to you if you want,” The designer suggested and I nodded in disagreement. “The dress is amazing, of course I like it,” I flashed her a fake smile that didn't reach my eyes and she proceeded to adjust the edges, sprawling the tail of the dress on the floor. ‘Tomorrow is my Luna ceremony, yet my husband hasn't spoken to me in weeks. He's been avoiding me for reasons best known to him and I felt I was the only one enthusiastic about the ceremony which made me feel really bad.’ “Milady, when Alpha Tyler ordered my team and I to make you a dress, he told us he'd like to see the final fitting before the main event so please, I suggest you show him how it looks on you,” The designer muttered to my hearing and my gaze dropped. “Why would he request that?” I asked out of the blues and realized the designer was also in a tight spot. “That won't be necessary, don't mind my husband,” I tried to push it under the carpet but her expression suddenly turned sullen. “Please, Milady. It was an order. I think you should invite him over to have a look,” She suggested and I sighed frustratedly. “It's fine, I'll go show it to him,” I said and she suddenly beamed joyously. I stepped out with great reluctance, rejecting Lilith's offer to help hold the tail of the dress and headed towards our quarters. I knew he would be done with his meetings by then and I quickly proceeded into the building. Taking perfect steps seemed impossible as the weight of the dress was slowing me down. I gathered the hem of the dress in my hands and went towards the room, sucking my teeth. ‘What business does he have with how the dress fits?’ I wondered in my head as I finally got to the doorpost and lifted my hand to knock. The unholy sound I heard at first, made me think my ears were playing tricks on me and my hand slid off the door almost immediately. I paid close attention and realized I wasn't daydreaming. Tyler was actually making out with another woman on our matrimonial bed? I couldn't believe it. What was most unbelievable was the familiar voice of the lady. ‘No… it can't be!’ A voice sounded in my head and I gripped the knob tightly, pushing the door open with all my might. “Ty–Tyler—” He stopped abruptly and their gazes darted towards me in shock. I let out a sardonic laughter, unable to believe the scene unfolding before me. Tyler still had his length in her and she had her back arched, waiting for him to go on, even when she was fully aware of my presence. “Mum—--” I could only mutter her name to be really sure she was the one. “Vasilla— it's not what you—” He tried to explain but I shut him up immediately, knowing there would be no truth in what he was gonna say. “A word about this must not go out, you know what I'm capable of,” He threatened and I scoffed. “I don't give a f**k about what you do, Tyler. I'm gonna spill this and even more. All the atrocities you've been committing secretly, the entire pack is gonna hear about it,” “Mum– I hate you! You're shameless and you disgust me!!” I hollered in fury, seeing the nonchalant expression on her face. It seemed like a machete was being drilled into my chest and I couldn't help but storm out of the room, slamming the door with all the strength I could muster. “Don't go after her, she's so timid and fragile… She won't say a word. Yes, honey… go harder— please, yes– right there, ugh!!” Her shameless and atrocious moan resounded in the hallways and I leaned against the wall for support. My legs were wobbling and I slid down, causing a painful collision between my butt and the rock-hard floor but I couldn't care. The tears I had been trying to hold back came flooding my cheeks as I bawled my eyes out in anguish. Tyler had been extremely cold and distant, who could have thought the woman I called my mother was the one snatching my happiness. ‘Of all the women he could go after, he chose my mother?’ My heart clenched as a wave of despair washed through me. I could feel a lump in my throat and then weight in my stomach wasn't helping issues at all. I tried to get on my feet but my legs betrayed me and I found myself crashing against the wall again. “You're so huge, Tyler! go faster— argh—-mmmm,” She was yelling at the top of her voice and Tyler was groaning in pleasure. That familiar sound he always made whenever he was on the verge of climaxing made my jaw clench and I was able to muster the energy to flee. I ran out of the building and headed towards the gate, placing my palm over my mouth to subdue the sobs that escaped uncontrollably. My world came crumbling in the blink of an eye as I raced towards my father's mansion. I knew he didn't really care about me but I could curl up in the comfort of my room and bawl my eyes out. As I ran out of the gates, the weather changed within the twinkle of an eye and it suddenly began to drizzle. I tried to sprint faster but my legs were giving out. As the rain got heavier, I could no longer run through the muds and I had to take sluggish steps through the heavy downpour. By the time I reached the gates of my father's mansion, I was already drenched. I managed to run into the house and I paused my tracks the moment I saw his figure on the couch. He was shocked to see me in that state but I wondered what'd be his reaction if he found out his beloved wife was being banged by his supposed son-in-law. His lips parted in an attempt to voice out a question and I dashed towards the stairs to avoid an interrogative session. I went straight to my room and stepped in, locking the door from behind and leaning against it. Images of Tyler, drilling my mum from behind on our matrimonial bed, came flooding my memory and I bit my lower lip to hold back the sobs. I walked slowly towards the mirror and my reflection wasn't a good sight to behold. My collarbones seemed hollow and my face was pale. My wet hair was sticking to the side of my face and I looked just like a shadow of myself. I heard the sound of a knock on the door and decided to ignore it, knowing it would either be my father or Micah the servant. I decided to ignore the sound of the knock but it persisted and I finally unlocked the door. My father stood with a look of dissatisfaction as he sized me up and I wondered if he finally cared because he never did. He attempted to step in and I stepped aside, making way for him. “Tomorrow is supposed to be your Luna ceremony, don't tell me you had a fight with Tyler..” He began after settling on the edge of my bed and my jaw clenched. ‘Why does it always have to be about that bastard?’