Cora and her Lycan King

The Saviour *************************************** Cora's Pov I was forced to awaken from the cold cemented floor. I slept after being unchained and fed 2 slices of bread and a bowl of black soup that tasted awful, although I was used to its taste by now, by Mrs. Belmont's deliberate obnoxious voice was laced with hatred and a slap that sent my eyes void of lingering sleep. "How dare you lie here sleeping peacefully like a log of wood when my daughter is not yet back and can not be reached? I dared not say a word because I was confused about what to say and uttering the wrong word would land me in serious trouble. It is not the first time Lucy has slept out or bailed on her Mother. She is a party animal and enjoys living wild with her friends. "Get out of my house and go find her or don't bother coming home at all," She said, dragging me out of the four-bedroom apartment. I was sent out still dressed with my white linen dress stained with blood from yesterday's beating, barefooted, on a cold morning. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of hopelessness, rejection, and failure because it was my 18th birthday and, unlike every other wolf, I didn't get my wolf. Maybe she hates me for being weak, maybe she doesn't want to be a part of someone like me who has been at the mercy of others all her life. I was wondering why the moon goddess didn't let me meet her, which means I will never find my true mate, the one who will repair all the damage done to me by others. I will never escape the Belmonts and Darkwood pack now that I don't have my wolf. She was what kept me going all those years through thick and thin. How is it supposed to live now? The treatment will get worse when everyone finds out I am wolfless. If only I had my parents or at least one of them, maybe just maybe things would have been different from… I was interrupted by the sound of something or someone lurking behind me. Anybody there? I was panicking and finding it difficult to make out my environment. The tall trees are dancing to the gentle breeze and the bushes are thick and dark. I can't make out a thing. Where am I? This territory looks unfamiliar. I am positive I heard strange voices. I didn't wait for a reply and started walking very fast, as fast as my feet could carry me. Then I heard it again, the rough voices of the strangers accompanied by words only a p*****t would alter while closing in on me. I ran into the woods with no idea where I was going, constantly falling, brushing my knees on the ground, allowing the thorns to become one with my bare skin, and rising immediately to escape the three wolves walking behind me, laughing and mocking my weak legs. It was as if I was their prey and they were the predator and, of course, they were. This is a game and I am just the unfortunate price. I kept on pushing through leaves and jumping over branches while shouting at the top of my voice for help, becoming weaker each time. Is this how I am going to end? Maybe the Belmonts weren't destined to kill me after all. Moon goddess, please, I don't want to die yet. Please send help. I prayed after I attempted to jump over an enormous wood that would swallow my 5ft 7 height and fall with my forehead meeting the ground, sending sharp pain accompanied by tears all over me. I fought to stay awake. I can not give up yet, not now. The three wolves pissed by my attempt to escape were right in front of me, making sounds I couldn't understand because I was slowly slipping away. Please! Don't hurt me please, I begged, hoping to get them to change their minds from whatever inhuman predatory plan they had for me, but all I got was a slap on the cheek very close to my lips. I spat out blood, and although I have started to heal eternally thanks to the moon goddess, at least my 18th birthday gave me that. I was weak, the healing process was slower than yesterday and I couldn't struggle when my hair was fisted roughly. All I could do was plead with them even when it all fell on deaf ears. I was tired of crying, begging the wolves. I just realized what they said about Rogues being ruthless and uncivil to others was true. Were my parents like this? The Belmonts and the whole Darkwood pack ridiculed and spat at me, subjected me to all kinds of humiliation because my parents were Omega Rogues who rebelled against the Lycan king and were involved in a rebellion that led to the death of his Luna. If so, they deserved what they got. I know I shouldn't be saying this, but maybe I am paying for their Karma. I hope to return to this world as a strong wolf, free to do what I like, eat when I want, and do what I love, with good parents who will love and cherish me. I want to be able to make good friends and, most of all, have a mate that loves me more than anything in the world. Moon goddess, you owe me that much for the pain I have passed through in this life. I said while my partly torn dress was ripped from my body. If it was by my one true Mate, I would have mistaken the Lust in their eyes for hunger and felt proud that my body could ignite such a desire in his eyes, but this predator had their eyes laced with Lust, sending my body into immeasurable pain before the assault began. I tried backing away from them, brushing my a** on the ground using one hand as a support and the other to cover my exposed b****t. This action angered them more and I was dragged back by fanged hands accompanied by a kick to my side. That is it, I froze, at least I tried to buy time for my non-existent savor. I would be assaulted and killed in the middle of nowhere with only the tall trees, bushes, and wood to bear witness to what became of me. All of a sudden, I felt my hair being released from the painful grip and my blood started to circulate back. The fanged fingers were no longer holding my blooded leg and I could feel a strong growl coming from a powerful creature. This Aura is not of this world, I thought. Am I dead? Maybe I will die after all.