BULLIED BY MY MATE

Bound by Moon and Memory

Rayvan’s POV

The girl named Lyra was watching me from a distance.

Perhaps she sensed who I was—one of her kind. A Lycan.

Her gaze didn’t waver, not even for a second.

As if I were the only point of focus in her universe.

Her footsteps were barely audible, yet somehow I turned my head.

Not because of the sound—but because her scent arrived first,

slipping quietly into the air like a whisper.

Something inside me tensed,

as if an ancient instinct had just awakened.

To be honest, it’s hard for me to be drawn to any girl—unless she’s truly special.

Unless she holds something no other woman has.

But Lyra…

There was something about her.

Something hidden.

Something dark, perhaps unreachable.

And somehow, she didn’t feel like a stranger.

“Look at the new student over there—she’s gorgeous. All the guys are staring,” Samantha whispered, nudging Lilian.

Jealousy was thinly veiled in the way the cheerleaders looked at her.

It’s only natural. Those who consider themselves popular, beautiful, the center of attention—

They will always feel threatened by someone new.

Especially one who walks in as if fate itself brought her here.

I pulled my attention back to the game.

Ravenshade University’s team wasn’t one to be taken lightly.

Their track record was impressive—solid wins, consistent power plays.

The game grew intense when Alan nailed a three-pointer.

But my focus faltered the moment I saw Alera.

She sat not far from me, cheering loudly—shouting Richard’s name.

Were they… that close now?

Alera’s scent had always disturbed me.

It crashed over me like a storm—wild and unlike anything I’d ever sensed from another Lycan.

My parents’ warning echoed in my mind:

You can only complete the moonblood when you’ve found your true mate.

I had always wondered—could Alera be the one?

But I never wanted that answer.

I once tried to accept Alera’s presence—

to embrace the possibility that she might be the mate destined for me.

But still, I resisted.

Accepting her as my mate felt like forcing open a door

with a key that would never truly fit.

Only my mate would be able to perfect my moonblood when the time came.

And it couldn’t fail.

A wrong choice would ruin everything.

I was the Crowned Alpha—the one destined to take my father’s place.

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After the match, I headed to the cafeteria.

I hadn’t eaten a single thing since morning.

The place was mostly empty when I arrived.

I chose a quiet corner and ordered a sandwich and a latte.

Nothing on the menu truly appealed to me,

but I tried to blend in—eat what humans found normal.

Just as I was about to finish the last bite of my sandwich,

someone sat down across from me without a word.

I looked up, startled—

Lyra.

She smiled.

That smile—calm, yet hauntingly beautiful.

Her face was elegant. Almost timeless.

She reminded me of stories—of a princess waiting patiently in a forgotten tower,

hidden deep within an ancient castle.

And her scent…

It wrapped around me like a forest at dusk—pine trees laced with flowers I couldn’t name,

but rich and soothing.

So unlike Alera.

Alera’s scent was a blade—piercing, unforgettable.

It haunted me, stirred me, sometimes even strengthened me.

But I resisted it with everything I had.

Now Lyra’s scent stirred something different.

Soft, but insistent.

Was she truly a stranger?

“Hi, Crowned Alpha,” she said, her smile laced with something unsaid.

I froze.

Startled. Intrigued.

Did she know me?

“Who are you, really?”

My voice came out flat, but my heart churned beneath the surface.”

“We are bound by history,” she said quietly.

“Your past… is also mine.

You may not know me, Rayvan.

But I know you.”

Her sapphire eyes pierced through me.

They weren’t just beautiful—they held stories.

“What history binds us?”

I could no longer contain the storm in me.

“Rayvan Drayce, son of Alpha Sovereign… heir of the Bloodveil Pack…

I’ve known you for a long time.

You’ve always come to me—in dreams.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet I heard every word clearly.

Her eyes never left mine.

“The Bloodveil and Shadowbane Packs have been allies for generations.

And in every generation, there is always a pair—a matebond that bridges the two.

I come from the Shadowbane Pack.

Ask your parents.

Ask them about us.”

She stood, giving me one final glance.

Then she turned and walked away—

Not even giving me the chance to ask more.

She said there’s always a matebond between our Packs…

Could it be?

Is it possible that she—

was my mate?