KILLED BY MY MATE, REBORN AS HIS SAVIOUR

CHAPTER 1 Nothing good ever happened to people like me. And I should've remembered that when the night had started. It would've saved me from death. It was the monthly mate bonding ceremony where girls and boys of my age were supposed to find their mate when the full moon emerged. Silver lanterns hung from the trees that surrounded our pack, swaying gently and casting soft light over everything and everyone. I was scared and a little worried, but getting my mate would be the one good thing that could ever happen to me. Laughter drifted through the air, everyone was excited, but I knew I was not welcome to join them. I wasn't welcomed in my entire pack. I was an outcast, the wolf that couldn't shift. The poor orphaned wolf. I stood there anyway, I didn't come for them... I had came for my mate. He would make everything better, because he would be just mine. My hands smoothed over my ugly dress for the hundredth time, it wasn't as beautiful as the ones the girls were wearing. Around me, girls laughed loudly, clothed in expensive and colorful dresses, their wolves humming at the surface. I tried not to envy them... they were literally a picture of everything I couldn't have, an active wolf, a happy life and expensive clothes. “Careful, Muna.” That voice always made me afraid. Hettie, my step sister walked towards me as she eyed my dress with disgust. I swallowed and glanced at her, forcing my expression into something neutral. She looked perfect as always. Her gown hugged her like it had been made for her and only her, catching the lantern light in a way that made her glow. Her hair fell in soft waves, but her smile was scary. “if you keep rubbing that threadbare dress, you my just tear it completely,” she continued, her eyes flicking over my dress again. “And I'm tired of you embarrassing yourself and me by extension." Hettie had always been wicked with a smile on her face. “I’ll be fine,” I said quietly. She looked pissed that I didn't want to entertain her. “You look nice,” she added, tilting her head. “for a poor, dirty, orphan” Poor Dirty Orphan That had become my title in the pack since my father died and left me no inheritance, because Hettie's mother took it all for themselves. “Thank you,” I murmured, because there was nothing else to do. Fighting her always felt pointless, because it always ended with me being beaten or given more house work. I just needed to get through tonight, find my mate and everything will be fine. Hettie studied me for a second longer, before giving up and walking to her crowd of minions that worshipped the ground she walked on. And just like that, I was alone again. All of a sudden, I felt a tightening in my chest, like my heart was being squeezed. I couldn't believe it... it was happening!! “Stop,” I whispered under my breath. “You’re imagining things.” it couldn't be. Hope was a dangerous habit. I had learned that a long time ago. So I buried it. I breathed in and breathed out. I gasped and my heart flew to my chest as my heart slammed hard and fast against my ribs. I knew what it was before I could even think the word. Mate. My excitement bubbled, butterflies filled my stomach. I had foundchim. I had finally found him. My gaze lifted as I searched the crowd to find who I was mated to, then I saw him. Oh my goddess! Valog Hemp, the alpha's heir. He stood across the clearing, his eyes also darting around, trying to find me... ME. My heart did at least 12 cartwheels at the thought of that. My mate. His eyes finally landed on mine. And for that one fragile, suspended moment, I let myself feel Hope. Then his expression changed. His brows pulled together slightly, his lips pressing into a faint line, like he was disappointed or worse, embarrassed. My heart broke, and humiliation crept in. "You?" He asked no one in particular as he walked through the crowd, towards me. Around us, people started to notice that I was his mate. "Is this some sort of sick joke? Why would I, the Alpha's heir be mated to the packs laughing stock? Why will the goddess join me to this low class scum of the earth? This dirty pig!?" My pulse roared in my ears, drowning everything else out. I couldn’t look away from him. I pleaded with my eyes so he would stop. I wanted him to pity me enough to stop, because people had gathered and some were giggling while other outright pointed at me and laughed... "I have no one else, please Valog, claim me... please" Valog’s gaze stayed on me for a moment longer, then he spat on me. Straight into my eyes. “Claim you? How much more stupid can you be?" Then he raised his voice so everyone around could hear him. "I, Valog reject Muna Ashborne as my mate.” The words sank in slowly, cutting me deeper as they settled. The whispers started like wild fire. “She’s his mate?” “The goddess is funny.” “Out of everyone…damn... i feel bad for him” I felt their eyes on me. Their mocking laughter. I opened my mouth, not even sure what I was going to say, but then... “Wait.” Hettie, my step sister's voice cut through the noise soft and trembling in a way that made people turn immediately. My stomach dropped. She stepped forward slowly, her eyes filled with fake tears. “I didn’t want to say anything,” she said, her voice shaking just enough to feel real. “But since my sister was rejected,” My fingers curled into my dress. “I must say this” she continued, turning toward Valog, “I also felt the mate bond... with you.” The pack erupted in shock and celebration altogether. Like their bond made more sense than mine. I knew it was a lie, but nobody would believe the bitter, jealous, rejected mate. Valog moved toward her. “Thank the goddess,” he said, his voice steady now. Certain. “for giving me a better choice.” My heart broke in a million pieces. He took her hand in his and kissed her In front of everyone. “I accept you as my mate Hettie Ashborne" he said. The crowd erupted around us, approval spilling into the air like that was something worth celebrating. Like the bond was perfect. Hettie’s fingers tightened around his, her expression soft and emotional, but her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and it was laced with mockery. "That's a lie" I heard myself say. "What did you say, piglet?" Hettie asked, straining to hear my soft, timid voice. "You're lying. You're not his mate. You felt nothing... no mate bond, no pull towards him, nothing!" I replied, my voice getting louder. "And who are you to judge who my mate is? You? You were literally just rejected. You're wolfless, powerless and mateless, and now you want to ruin my own life?" Hettie said, ending her speech with fake tears. "You're a liar, Hettie. A despicable, desperate liar" I spat. Other werewolves began to murmur, trying to understand if I was actually telling the truth, but Valog cleared his throat softly and spoke , "I also felt the mate bond to Hettie. Muna, and i have accepted her as my mate. Are you also calling me a liar?" "I...I...Valog..." I stuttered. He really was defending her till the very end. "You...you have embarrassed me beyond measure tonight. You have soiled my name and insulted me... How dare you, peasant? How dare a weak, disgusting omega accuse me and my new mate of lying against you? How dare you?! Somebody get her out of my sight!" He roared. "And how do you wish for us to do that, Valog darling" Hettie asked in a sickly sweet voice. "I don't care. Kill her or beat her, I really don't care. Get her out of my sight" Hands grabbed me from everywhere, slapping and hitting my face. It was pointless fighting them off as they dragged me into the forest. I thought they were just going to leave me to the wild animals but I thought wrong. Hettie stepped forward, fake tears shimmered in her eyes, her hands trembling as she held the silver stake, her expression twisted with something that looked like sorrow. “I’m so sorry, but as the Alpha's mate, I have to do everything he wishes." She whispered and then slapped me, effectively throwing me on the ground. She knelt beside me, leaning close, her breath warm against my ear as her voice dropped, soft and venomous. “You are nothing but a mistake that should not be allowed to exist.” She kissed my cheek as a fake act of love before plunging the stake into my chest. The silver burned like fire, tearing through me, ripping a scream from my throat as pain exploded through my body. My body shook violently, the world tilting as everything started to blur. The pain slowly dulled as I accepted death. My last thought wasn’t anger or even revenge. It was my accepted fate of being the unwanted wolf killed by her pack.