Chapter2
1200 Words
"What are you doing here?"
I stood at the doorway, my heart lodged in my throat as my fingers clenched the doorframe.
"Close the door," his gruff voice commanded.
Lucien Draven stood in the dim room, his towering frame almost touching the low ceiling. His presence suffocated the tiny space.
For my nineteenth birthday, I was locked in isolation for days—my father’s punishment for something I had no control over. But once I was free, I was given this cubicle, a dark, windowless room at the back of the packhouse. It had been my prison for three years.
Tomorrow, with my small savings, I would leave the Moonveil Pack for good.
No.
Tonight.
The clock had already struck midnight thirty minutes ago.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again, my voice sharper. I didn’t dare close the door. I did not want to be trapped in this tiny space with this maniac.
Lucien moved without hesitation, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
I contemplated running. It would buy me a minute—maybe two—but I knew he would catch me.
"Why are your things packed?" His quiet, dangerous voice sent fear lancing through my chest.
"That’s none of your business." I lifted my chin, forcing myself to sound firm. "Why are you in my room?"
His crimson eyes flickered, his nostrils flaring as he took a slow step forward.
"Were you planning on running away?"
A cold shiver ran down my spine. My hands trembled. My lips trembled. Every part of me trembled.
On my eighteenth birthday, I had been forced to endure two horrors at once—homelessness and the revelation of my fated mate.
Lucien Draven.
The Alpha’s son.
My worst nightmare.
While most omegas dreamed of meeting their mates, I never expected mine to be the very person who had tormented me my entire life.
He didn’t hesitate.
The moment our bond clicked into place, he rejected me.
And I accepted.
I endured the gut-wrenching pain of a severed mate bond, bearing it with quiet relief because it meant I would never have to belong to the man who had made my life hell.
Lucien had bullied me since childhood. As the Beta’s daughter and the Alpha’s son, we had been placed together often—almost like fate had been playing a cruel joke on me from the start.
Most Alphas and Betas grew up as allies, childhood friends destined to lead their pack together.
I was different.
I was the hated omega.
My earliest memory was of a five-year-old me being shoved face-first into the mud by a laughing six-year-old Lucien. He never stopped tormenting me after that.
And now, he was standing in my room, blocking my way out.
"What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
Lucien’s gaze hardened, amusement flickering in his crimson depths.
"What did I tell you the day you rejected me?" He took a step forward.
I stepped back.
"You rejected me," I said through gritted teeth, trying to jog his memory. "I don’t know what you want, but I need to sleep. Please leave."
I sidestepped him—or at least, I tried to.
A hairy hand landed on the wall beside me, trapping me between him and the door.
"Do you think you can be rid of me?" he murmured, a mocking smirk curling his lips.
"In a few hours, I will become the Alpha. Your Alpha."
His voice dripped with arrogance, and I could hear the triumph in it.
"Do you really think I will let you leave just because you’re old enough?" He let out a dark chuckle.
I clenched my fists.
"I am old enough to leave," I snapped, lifting my chin defiantly. "There is nothing you can do to stop me."
Lucien leaned in, his breath fanning against my cheek.
"Lyra," he murmured. "Take off your top."
The command hit me like a physical blow.
I stiffened. My hands shook violently, my entire body fighting against his Alpha-born authority.
"Now."
I lost the battle.
My hands, as if moving on their own, gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head.
My breath came in shallow gasps as I stood there, vulnerable under his gaze.
"Do you still think there’s nothing I can do?" he whispered, his nose grazing the base of my neck.
A humorless chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating against my skin.
There were still a few hours left before Lucien officially became Alpha—before his power over the pack became absolute.
Yet even now, I couldn’t fight his command.
"Such a pity you’re an omega," he murmured, his fingers trailing down my cheek. "You have a nice body. I would have enjoyed breeding you… if I didn’t risk having dirty omega pups like you."
He exhaled sharply, his hand dropping to my wrist.
"What do you want from me?" I choked out, turning my face away from his breath. "You rejected me. Why do you keep torturing me?"
Lucien let out a slow, taunting hum.
"Who says I hate you?" His fingers skimmed my thigh, sliding under my shirt.
My entire body recoiled.
"You rejected me." I jerked away, trying to push his hand off, but his grip tightened. "Just let me go."
"You’re an omega." His voice was cold, sharp as a blade. "What did you expect? That an Alpha would take an omega as his mate? Do you think I want omega pups?"
His sneer deepened, his hand moving down my leg in a slow, deliberate motion.
"What will I gain from letting you go?" he muttered. "Who will satisfy me when the moon is at her peak?"
I went rigid.
Lucien nuzzled into my neck, inhaling deeply.
The full moon was high in the sky.
For him, the mate bond may have been broken, but the pull still remained. I had suffered through this two years ago, when he had sought me out during a full moon, pressing against me like a mindless beast.
That night had never repeated itself—until now.
I shook violently, bile rising in my throat.
"Go to Avalis," I whispered, desperate to stop this. "She’s willing to accommodate you."
Lucien let out a low, rumbling laugh.
"She can’t help me tonight."
His hand tightened on my thigh.
"Only you can."
I stiffened as his lips brushed against my skin, trailing from my ear to my collarbone.
A burning sensation crawled up my throat. I wanted to run. I wanted to flee, but his grip kept me locked in place.
"Why are you resisting?" he murmured.
I turned my head away.
Lucien’s patience snapped.
"I taught you to kiss me back, didn’t I?" He snarled, gripping my chin roughly.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Now, kiss me."
I shook my head.
Something flashed in his gaze.
"Fine," he spat, releasing me abruptly.
I barely had time to breathe before he snatched my shirt off the ground.
"Just remember this, Lyra."
His voice was low, dangerous.
"You will never leave this pack."
Then, he turned and slammed the door behind him, leaving me shaking in the darkness.
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