The Lycan’s Curse
1084 Words
Her vulnerability struck a chord in him, but he shoved the feeling aside. He couldn’t afford to be weak.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he said coldly.
“And you don’t understand what it’s like to be rejected,” Aviva shot back. “I’ve already been cast aside once by a mate and I won’t let it happen again.”
Before Pierce could respond, a knock echoed through the door. He sniffed the air, his expression darkening. Jenson.
Pierce opened the door, his imposing frame blocking Jenson’s view of the room. The Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack smirked, feigning politeness.
“Prince Pierce,” Jenson said smoothly. “I trust everything is to your liking?”
“Cut the act,” Prince Pierce snarled. “Why is there a chained wolf in my room?”
Jenson's expression faltered but he recovered quickly. “A misunderstanding. I’m sure she’s a rogue. I thought you would enjoy handling her personally.
Pierce's jaw tightened. “Do you think I’m some executioner for your scraps?”
Jenson smirked, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. “Of course not, your highness. I merely thought that you would appreciate the... entertainment. After all, rogue wolves are nothing but trouble.”
Behind him, Pierce could hear Aviva's rapid breathing. The sound stirred up his wolf again, but this time it was a protective instinct.
“Leave” Pierce growled, his voice dangerously low. “Before I show you exactly how I handle manipulative cowards.”
Jenson's smile fell. “As you wish, Prince Pierce.” He bowed, the gesture more mocking than respectful as he backed away.
When the door closed, Pierce turned back to Aviva, who stared back at him with her wide green tear-filled eyes.
“You are not safe here, not with me, and not in this place,” he said firmly. “Jenson obviously doesn’t care about your life and if he finds out you are my mate, there’s no guarantee that he won’t try to use you as leverage.”
“Please don’t send me away,” Aviva pleaded desperately. “I have nowhere to go.”
“You saw what happened just now, there’s no guarantee that it won’t happen again.” He said coldly.
“Take me with you.” She fiercely looked into his eyes.
“I won’t,” Pierce said as he turned his back and walked out of the room, leaving no avenue for discussion.
The guard who was lurking by the door quickly retraced his steps as he rushed to report to Alpha Jenson about what he heard.
“Are you sure about this?” Helena asked as soon as the guard finished speaking, her eyes brimming with unspoken jealousy.
The guard bowed as far as his back could go. “Yes Luna, I clearly heard him say he was her mate, and he didn’t want to take her along.”
“That’s not good,” Jenson said. “We have to make him carry her along as he returns to his pack house.”
“Yes, she would obviously not last with Prince Pierce as her mate,” Helena commented, twirling her hair in between her fingers.
“You can go now,” Jenson said coldly to the guard and he hurriedly left the couple.
“How can we convince Prince Pierce to take that wolf with him?” Helena asked as she ran her fingers through Jenson's curly hair.
Jenson smiled wickedly. “We won’t talk to him about it, we’ll just show him what would happen to her here if he doesn’t.”
Helena understood and smiled along with him.
Pierce returned to the room not long after with his light baggage and found Aviva sleeping while clutching her stomach and whimpering softly. He felt his wolf still at the sight of her and walked up to the bed. He had wanted to get her some clothes to cover up but remembered that he left his bags at the entrance with a servant. But Aviva didn’t look like she needed the clothes as she had made do with the duvet.
She was pretty, had rosy beautiful cheeks that were highlighted by the moonlight, and her long wavy brown hair. He reached out to remove a stray strand and felt the warmth of her cheeks. His soul felt more at peace than ever just by coming in slight contact with her skin.
But he couldn’t take her along. He didn’t trust himself enough with another mate.
He made up his mind and stood up abruptly from the bed.
Aviva reached out to him. “Please don’t go...” she sniffled and something in his chest snapped. He gently pulled her hand that held the sleeves of his shirt and walked towards the window. Was this going to be a mistake?
The next morning, Pierce became aware of the commotion in the hallway. He had roamed through the woods all night and left Aviva to rest. He wasn’t interested in any of the silver moon pack drama, and he tried to ignore it and went towards his room until he heard a familiar voice. “Let me go! What do you want from me?”
That was the little wolf. He paused his steps and turned around almost immediately.
His long legs quickly took him to where the crowd was gathered, and he saw Aviva at the center of it with Helena and Jenson at her side.
She clung onto the duvet so tightly, as she had nothing underneath it at all.
“What is going on here?” Pierce said as he rushed over to Aviva and crouched, placing the jacket he hurriedly took on her.
“Oh your Highness, you got here just in time,” Helena said as she walked towards Pierce seductively swaying her hips.
Pierce's voice was low and dangerous now. “I asked a question.”
“I heard from a little birdy that Aviva was his highness mate, and she got rejected again, twice in two days, pathetic.” Jenson spat coldly. “Anyway, we wanted to take her to the dungeons to serve the male rouge wolves there so they can have their fun with her. She cannot keep being useless here.”
“How dare you?” Pierce growled as he stood up from his crouched position.
It seemed like it was time he had to teach this useless coward of an alpha some manners.
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