The Lycan's Lost Mate

CHAPTER 3

"ARIA...!!!" Her uncle screamed her name, his hands shaking violently as he held the paper. Aria slowly came to answer the call, her feet heavy with fear. She stood a distance away, terrified, her eyes fixed on her uncle's enraged face.

"Oh no! She left the pregnancy result in Angela's room and the little witch found it," Aria thought, her mind racing with fear.

"WHAT IS THIS???" Her uncle barked at her, his voice like thunder, as he turned to look at her with his bloodshot eyes. Aria's eyes darted here and there, searching for an escape, as she caught a glimpse of her cousin standing with her hands wrapped beneath her chest, a smug look on her face.

"IS THIS TRUE???" Her uncle's voice was like a thunderclap, shaking the very foundations of the ground beneath Aria's feet. The words were laced with a fury so intense, so primal, that it sent shivers down Aria's spine. Her uncle's face was twisted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with a fierce anger that seemed to burn with an inner fire.

Aria couldn't say a word. Her voice was frozen in her throat, her tongue paralyzed with fear. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a faint whisper, a mere shadow of a sound.

"YOU BASTARD! IS THIS TRUE???" Her uncle's voice rose to a crescendo, a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very heavens. He took a step closer to Aria, his eyes blazing with fury, and hit her with the paper so hard that it sent her tumbling to the ground.

Aria fell hard, her knees cracking against the dry earth. She felt a wave of pain wash over her, but it was nothing compared to the fear that gripped her heart. Her uncle's words echoed in her mind, a litany of terror that seemed to repeat itself over and over again.

"I... I..." Aria tried to speak, but the words were choked in her throat. Her tongue seemed to have lost all sense of coordination, stumbling over itself in a futile attempt to form words. Her voice was cracked and shaken, a mere whisper of its former self.

Her uncle loomed over her, his face twisted in a snarl. "I SWEAR ON MY LATE BROTHER'S ASHES THAT IF THIS IS TRUE, I DAMON WILL RIP YOUR SOUL OUT AND FEED YOUR BODY TO THE HUNGRY WOLVES IN THE FOREST!!! ANSWER ME!! ARE YOU PREGNANT????"

The words were like a knife to Aria's heart, a cold, calculated threat that seemed to freeze her very soul. She felt a wave of terror wash over her, a creeping sense of dread that seemed to seep into every pore of her body.

Aria's eyes were wide with fear, her pupils dilated to the point where they seemed to swallow up the irises. Her face was pale, her skin drawn taut over her cheekbones. Her lips were dry, cracked, and trembling, as if they were trying to form words but couldn't quite manage it.

Her body was shaking, trembling with fear. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her legs were weak, trembling beneath her, as if they were about to give way at any moment.

Aria's mind was a jumble of thoughts, a chaotic mess of fear and panic. She couldn't think straight, couldn't seem to form a coherent thought. All she could do was lie there, frozen in terror, as her uncle's words echoed in her mind.

The world around her seemed to have narrowed to a single point, a tiny, pinprick of awareness that was focused solely on her uncle's rage. Everything else seemed to have faded into the background, becoming irrelevant in the face of her uncle's fury.

Aria was trapped in a living nightmare, a world of terror and fear from which she couldn't awaken. Her uncle's words seemed to have become her reality, a harsh, unforgiving world that offered no escape, no respite from the terror that gripped her heart.

Aria felt her wolf go cold with fear as her uncle's rage intensified. She tried to defend herself, but his blows rained down on her mercilessly. She curled up, trying to protect herself from the onslaught, but her uncle's kicks and punches found their mark. Each impact sent a shockwave of pain through her body, making it hard for her to breathe.

Angela watched in horror as her father's anger boiled over. She tried to intervene, begging him to stop, but he pushed her aside. Angela fell, her elbow scraping against the ground. She cried out in pain, but her father didn't even flinch.

Aria's body aches all over, her muscles screaming in protest. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and her mouth filled with a metallic taste. She spat out a mouthful of blood, her head spinning with dizziness. Her vision began to blur, and she felt herself being pulled down into a dark abyss.

Her uncle's face was a blur, his features twisted in a snarl. Aria felt like she was drowning in a sea of pain, unable to escape the torment that gripped her. She tried to call out for help, but her voice was barely a whisper. Her uncle's rage seemed to be endless, and Aria wondered if she would ever escape the nightmare that had become her life.

As the beating continued, Aria's body began to shut down. She felt her consciousness slipping away, and she knew that she was on the verge of passing out. Her last thought was of her unborn child, and the fear that she might not survive to see its birth. And then, everything went black.

"What will I do with this shameless girl?" Damon muttered to himself, his voice laced with disgust and disappointment. "Was I making a bad choice to take her in twenty years ago?" He shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. "What kind of abomination is this?" He spat on the ground, as if trying to rid himself of the very thought of Aria's actions.

Aria, still lying helpless on the ground, slowly began to recover her consciousness. She was aware of her surroundings, but her body felt like lead, refusing to move an inch. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper. Her mind was foggy, and her thoughts were jumbled, but she knew she had to try and defend herself.

Damon's face twisted in a scowl as he looked at Aria. "That's it. I'm done with her. She has to leave this house today. She's leaving this pack and never returning." His voice was firm, final, and left no room for argument. He was speaking to himself, but Angela was there, listening to every word. She looked on, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty, as her father's anger and disappointment hung in the air like a challenge.

Angela took a step back, her eyes fixed on her father's face. She had never seen him so angry, so consumed by rage. She didn't know what to do, or how to react. Part of her wanted to defend Aria, to tell her father that he was being unfair. But another part of her was scared, scared of her father's anger and what it might mean for their pack.

As Damon's words hung in the air, Aria struggled to sit up. She was weak, and her body ached all over, but she knew she had to try and defend herself. She looked up at Damon, her eyes

pleading for mercy, but his face was unyielding.