CLAIMED BY LUST, MATED BY FATE

VIRELLE’S POV Pain. Pure ache…that was all I felt. It made me wonder how much more I could take before I pass out for real. My entire body ached, my arms were shaking so bad I could barely hold on. Every muscle’s screaming, twitching, giving out one by one with sweat’s pouring down my back, dripping off my chin, and the f*****g heat licking up my legs like it’s hungry for me. The fire beneath me snaps and crackles like it’s laughing, like it knows I’m this close to blacking out, as I dangled right above it, tears pricking down my cheeks. I couldn't dare let go, not unless I wanna end up a pile of ashes for Roderick to sweep up. Roderick The name resounded in my skull and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. A monster in human clothing Curses that he was so handsome, so f*****g damn good looking but a Goddess-forsaken devil. All I wanted to do when he hurt, punished and f****d me without mercy at the slightest mistake was to run a dagger through his chest and watch him fall to the floor clutching for his dare life, in his own pool of blood. But who was I kidding? He was a f*****g beast, a living dead without any blood pursing through his veins or even at most, an heart. He was a blood sucking vampire! If only we hadn’t been cast out of my pack, just because of my silver eyes and white hair. Despite being sixteen, I couldn't shift like others my age, but I was a foreseer, one who was ready to save the pack, no matter the cost. But instead of being celebrated, I was feared, known for an ability that set me apart from the rest: the ability to foresee the future. It was that gift that had ruined me. As the memories flooded back, I could feel the familiar sting of tears threatening to fall. Once, I had been a carefree girl, admired by everyone. My long, silky white hair and glowing silver eyes made me a vision of beauty, a beacon of light in the darkness. And though I dismissed the praises, deep down, I swelled with pride. I was perfect—at least, that’s what everyone told me. Even at five, I had the ability to see the future, and people adored me for it. But all that changed five years ago, on my sixteenth birthday—the day I was supposed to shift into my wolf form, the day I was meant to connect with my wolf. Instead, nothing happened. I watched in agony as my friends shifted, even the slaves and omega’s of my age. But I couldn’t. Fear wrapped around my chest as I realized the truth: I was wolfless, a disgrace to my parents, the Gamma of the pack. That should have been the worst of it, but little did I know, it was only the beginning. Everything was going fine until the day I had a vision about the Alpha, one where he was left maimed, unable to lead our pack, as rogues attacked and took over. I, in my naivety, shared the vision with the Alpha, thinking it was my duty to warn him. But instead of gratitude, I was met with fury. The Alpha, in fury, summoned my parents, stripped my father of his position, and reduced us to the status of mere omegas, claiming I was an abomination who had tried to curse him. In an instant, we were nothing more than servants, our lives reduced to that of maids. And the next day, when the Alpha went out for a run in the woods and returned with an amputated arm. All hell broke loose. Fingers pointed at me, as accusations were screamed right at my face. “Witch!” “She cursed the Alpha!” “She’s an abomination!” “She deserves to die!” Everyone who had once admired me turned against me, even my best friend. And just like that, my parents and I were thrown out, casted out of the pack to live as rogues. That was where I met Roderick. I still remember the way his eyes burned into mine, how he sneered and said that I smelled “so nice” for his rival, for a werewolf. He wanted to keep me as his s*x slave. When my parents tried to stop him, he killed them; right in front of me; in cold blood. I’ll never forget the way my world shattered in an instant, my parents’ lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground, leaving me gasping in horror. I remember vividly the moment he threw me over his shoulder, my body limp with shock as he carried me away from my parents. My tears were unstoppable, my body writhing in his grasp, but he didn’t care. My screams fell on deaf ears. That night, he took my innocence and from that moment on, I became his s*x slave. Every attempt to resist was met with violence. He beat me within an inch of my life, breaking my spirit piece by piece. “You’re mine, Virelle,” he would growl. “You’re my s*x slave. Your body is mine to use as I please.” For every tiny mistake, for every time I dared to look him in the eyes, he punished me, showing me just how little I mattered to him. Right now, I was hanging over a fire, my hands bound to a pole, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Five hours ago, he’d summoned me to his room, and just as he was about to have his way with me, he received a call. He left without a word, leaving me to wait. And after all this time, with no sign of his return, I had dared to step outside. That’s when he found me and punished me with this. “Reflect on what you’ve done, Virelle dear,” he’d said with a chilling smile before walking out of the room. Psycho! A blood-sucking monster.