One Rotten Night With The Lycan

Episode1

Luciana

“I don't want this mate bond, Luciana.” My mate dropped the bombshell and I immediately froze.

I stared at him like he was speaking gibberish. I thought he was making his little jokes. But the signature sarcastic laughter didn't follow his words. His expression looked stern too. Almost like he meant what he just said.

My blurry gaze darted to the little bed which still had a stain of my virginity.

Am I crazy or didn't we just consummate our mate bond last night?

Yeah, just last night. I met him last night during the full moon mating ceremony. I felt the mate bond with him and he hugged me and said he loved me. He kissed me right under the full moon. He said he was gonna take me away from my family. Last night was supposedly the best night of my life.

I waited eighteen years for it. I endured all the misery bestowed on me by my stepmother and stepsister just because I strongly believed that a night like it would come and I would be united with my fated mate and he would save me from the misery.

And that night really came. It happened. I met Houston under the shimmering moonlight. We were enchanted to meet each other. His eyes glowed with love and he led me to this little downtown hotel where we just spent our night together.

And while we did it all night, he continued professing his love and admiration for me. It made me wholeheartedly give him my virginity.

So…so…I don't understand what he's saying right now.

“I'm sorry, but I really can't,” he continued, running a hand through his sandy blond hair. He's a really fine guy. Like the popular jocks in high school that's literally every girl's crush.

“You don't mean that,” My voice came out weak and quivering. Tears were slowly rolling down my face. I hated how easily emotional I got. But more than that, I hated that he looked like he actually meant what he said.

“C'mon, Luciana. Do I look like a freaking comedian?” He snapped, getting off the bed and quickly snatching his boxers from the chair and shoving his legs into them.

“Yes!”

“What?!” He turned around, angrily.

“No,” I withdrew my statement cowardly. “I'm sorry. But I just meant that it has to be a joke.”

“Oh, right. Because there's no genuine reason for me not to be turned off by you after one night.” He scoffed, grabbing his shirt from where it lay on the floor.

“Yes.” I mumbled. But that felt like a lie. I was averagely beautiful, and flawed to a fault. It made logical sense for anyone to be turned off after a night with me. But not him. He's supposed to be my mate. To love me for who I am.

“Girl, be for real.” He rolled his eyes, putting on his shirt. “You're the ugliest sister amongst your father's daughters. You're flat in all the wrong places. You're a freaking loner. No one in this Pack wants to be your friend. You're a low-key weirdo who doesn't know s**t about how to satisfy a man…”

“That's because I'm a virgin.” I defended weakly. The tears clogged in my throat were holding me back from being as bold and loud as I should be.

“Oh, don't give me that crap. I've been with virgins, alright? And I'll tell you this. None of them was as oblivious, amateurish, and naive as you were last night. Hate to break it to you, but last night was the worst night of my life. The worst s*x of my life! You put my d**k through hell trying to fit into your extremely tight and dry space.”

His choice of words was so hurtful that I could literally feel my chest aching. Last night was arguably one of the best nights of my life. So hearing him say he didn't feel the same way was breaking my heart into bits right now.

“But…but…I'm not a virgin anymore. You already took that away. So I'm sure our next nights won't be so stressful.” I explained in tears, hoping it would calm him down. But it didn't work. It was like I was pissing him off even more.

“And I just told you there won't be any next night!” He snapped. “We're done. I'm rejecting you right now as my mate.”

“Why?!” I cry out, unable to hold it in anymore. “At least give me a good reason. Not because I was a virgin or because you think I'm a weirdo…” I paused.

Repeating those words made it hurt even more. How could anyone be so cruel? But then again, my stepmother and stepsister have said worse things to me.

I guess this one hurt differently because it was coming from my mate. The one I would have sworn would love me with all his heart and never make me shed a tear.

“Fine. You want the truth, here it is.” He came closer to the bed and kept his eyes on mine. His words came out thick and echoing. “I don't love you, Luciana.”

My heart knots so hard. “I'm sure you'll learn to love me…”

“No, never. Because I'm in love with your Sister, Blair. She's the one I want to be mated to. Not you.”

Tears rolled endlessly down my face at his harsh confession. He was not rejecting me just because he found me too naive. He was rejecting me because of Blair. Because he loved her.

How could this be happening to me? Not only was I losing my fated mate, but I was losing him to my stepsister. The one girl who's taken everything I held dear.

Dear moon goddess, this is so unfair. How do I recover from this?

I was curled up in the bed bawling my eyes out. I didn't even notice when he left.

By noon, I took a taxi home, drained, aching, and miserable.

I met my stepmother and sister the second I stepped into the house.

“Where the hell do you think you're coming from?!” She barked, landing me the most face-tearing slap.

It made my senses echo for a second. Tears poured down my face. This has to be the cherry on top of the misery I was facing today.

“I’d hit you a bit more but your father is waiting for you in the living room. You need to have your senses around you as you listen to all he has to say to you.”

Father's home? He's usually not home by this time. He works at the Pack’s mine and sometimes he's not home for days. Those are the times when my stepmother puts me through the worst hell.

“Go and meet him.” She pointed towards the living room. “And be sure to clean that face of yours!”

I nodded and quickly cleaned my face. My stepsister Blair had a wide smile on her face. For some reason, she always enjoys it whenever her mother unleashes her fiery wrath on me.

I headed to the living room and found my Father obsessing over a vape and a newspaper. I swear to the goddess that our Pack and every other Pack in the region have grown more sophisticated than this. We're just as poor as a church rat and my Father is drowning in endless debt.

“There you are, Luciana,” he cackled, putting down the newspaper. “Have a seat, my dear. I have some great news for you.”

I quietly sat down. I wasn't eager to hear whatever he had to say. I've lived with him for eighteen years and he's never said anything that ever brightened up my day. I doubt today's gonna be any different.

“What is it, Father?” I asked.

Just then, my stepmother and her daughter walked in. She sat on Father's lap and Blair stood behind them. Seeing them here looking so excited just confirmed my suspicion that whatever Father had to say wasn't good.

So I braced myself as he spoke.

“You're leaving this house and finally going to be with your mate. The Lycan king proposed to make you one of his concubines and we agreed.”

Blood drained from my face. I was gulping and gulping, searching for the will to speak.

I finally found the will and my voice came out weakly.

“Tell me this is a joke, Father. Please.”