The Alpha’s Forsaken Mate

Chapter 1

LYRA'S POV

They say a match made by the Moon Goddess, Asula, was the greatest gift of all because she alone knew what suited one best – but honestly, I felt that those words were total bullshit.

My teal coloured eyes stared at the scene from the crack in-between the large double doors before me, my lips twisted in a disgusted sneer. Behind me, my friend, sister, handmaiden and confidant, Mirai, tried not to replicate the same disgusted look on my face, but she was failing at that. The lewd and downright filthy noises of skin hitting skin and wanton noises didn’t help matters – much less the strong stench of s*x coming from the room hitting our noses.

“That f*****g scumbag-” Mirai growled under her breath, biting her tongue in the end to stop the onslaught of cusses that wanted to leave her lips. Her eyes flashed amber for a second in her anger.

I just stared with blank and bored eyes as my Mate kept on f*****g his mistress on his bed. With a scoff of disdain, I turned around and started walking away, not even sparing Darius’ Enforcer, Samuel, a glance. I hated the usual look in his eyes anytime he saw me in situations like this. His obvious pity disgusted me and I so wanted to pluck out his eyes from his sockets.

Mirai followed after me, our heels clicking rhythmically on the tiles. I showed no signs of the anger that was brewing inside of me and clawing at my chest. Like the good servant she was, she as well showed no signs of her anger – both Master and servant a clear picture of serenity and calm.

The Manor was buzzing with activity as the New Moon festival was a day away and people were getting the manor ready for it. The servants greeted me with smiles and bows, and I gave them a soft smile in return. I laughed and chuckled as a handful of children of the servants ran up to me and started pulling at my hands and blabbering away. I squatted, my dress pooling underneath me, and placed gentle kisses on their foreheads – getting excited and shy giggles from them. They ran over back to their parents, who bowed again to me.

We continued our journey and before long we reached my safe space in this wretched place: my private garden. Just like with children, I handled nature with a gentle touch. My caring hands had grown flowers and trees of great beauty and strength.

I headed over to one of the trees in by the far end of the garden and without hesitation, I punched it. My superhuman strength caused a dent in the thick tree, the tree shaking and leaves falling on me and the grounds.

“That mother fucker!” I yelled out, punching the tree with my other fist. “As if disrespecting me wasn’t enough by having her as a mistress, he dared to bring her into this house?!” The next punch held all my rage and despair, and when it connected with the already battered tree, said plant broke – cracking in the middle and going down with a loud thud.

I panted loudly, my fists still clenched tight. The splinters gotten from me punching the tree to death were pushed out and the wounds healing as my healing factor came into play. My rage was now sated a little and I inhaled and exhaled to gather myself together. I headed over to the gazebo where Mirai awaited md with the table set with refreshment. I plopped onto the chair with a tired sigh, burying my face into my palms.

“I hate him.” I said into her palms, my tone filled with exhaustion. “Why did the Goddess curse me with his existence?”

Mirai couldn’t say anything and just started cleaning me up – removing leaves from my hair and body. She used her fingers to comb my slightly dishevelled hair, causing the curls to bounce. I raised my head and leaned back against the chair with a tired sigh. I didn’t blink when Mirai brought out a handkerchief and started cleaning the little stains of blood on my person. I just started up at the ceiling and wondered how quick I could get away with bringing the house down with those two inside.

“It doesn’t matter anyways...” I muttered to herself, closing my eyes. “When is Shiran coming over?”

“Soon, my Lady.” Mirai replied. “Are you sure you won’t freshen up before he arrives?”

I snorted. “I’m sure my current appearance isn’t that bad compared to what they all sure during my wedding night with Darius. They had a full view of my naked body and witnessed me sobbing during our copulation. Trust me, at this point they should be able to see me at my worst.”

Mirai’s lips pursed at the reminder of what occurred five years ago. To ensure a successful mating, our clan, the Winterbourne Clan, had requested for a bedding ceremony to take place. Remembering the men commenting at her on my body and complimenting Darius whenever he made me cry out was still a disgusting memory in her head. At the end of the day, when I had been in so much pain, they had checked if the Mate Bite on my neck had taken and if I had been pure. Oh, Mirai still wanted to set both clans on fire till this day. In her words, I didn’t deserve the pain and torment I faced and was still facing.

“If only Papa wasn’t killed, none of this would have happened.” I muttered. “I wouldn’t have met the bastard.”

Mirai squeezed my hand in comfort, giving me a sad smile.

I heaved a sigh again before I sat up straight and composed myself. “Shiran is here.”

As the Luna of the clan and the territory, I had the ability to sense an encroaching Alpha in my territory. Shiran, my adoptive cousin, was one of them – and by heavens what an annoying intruder he was. Unfortunately for me, he was Darius’ friend as well as one of the people who was in the bedding ceremony. He was a scumbag I longed to kill.

“A month hosting the bastard, how joyous.”

I hated the fate the Goddess had dealt for me. She gave me a Mate who was the worst and wanted nothing to do with me – and honestly, the same can be said for me. I’d tried my best but truly, my best wasn’t enough.