Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

This has to be some sort of mistake.

A damn werewolf? And to top it off, she is pregnant! What the fuck?

This has to be a punishment from the moon goddess. Yes, she is definitely punishing me for all the wrong I have done to others. Because why else would I be mated to such a woman?

There is no denying that she is my mate. I could feel it from the second they drove into the palace. That sensation was strange but incredible. I could feel her drawing near me, all confused and petrified at the same time.

And for the first time in decades, I actually felt a tiny bit of excitement. I actually get to meet my mate after years of believing that I was mateless. When the oracle told me that they had seen a vision of my mate in the forest, I personally set out to look for her. This search has been going on for about a week now, and today we finally got her. And she turns out to be a damn pregnant werewolf?!

To top it off, she is even marked!

My blood begins to boil as I clench my fists with rage. My canines elongate, and I feel my wolf slowly begin to take over.

He is furious.

But not for the same reason as me. He is furious at the fact that someone marked what is ours. And he was so furious at me that I locked her up in the dungeons.

Release her now!

My jaw ticks, and I scoff.

‘No, I am not doing that! She’s a werewolf.’

It does not matter. Mate is mate.

‘No, mate is not mate. Don’t you understand how embarrassing all of this is? Werewolves and Lycans are never mated. They are inferior creatures. And to make things worse, she has the child of another growing within her! Someone touched her before me!’

My words only seem to anger my wolf more. His rage mixes with mine, and I honestly feel like I am about to lose my mind. I pace my dark room, my fingers embedded in my hair. It feels like I am losing my mind.

I do not know when my hand makes contact with a chair; all I know is that I am smashing it against the wall. Its pieces fly in every direction as I roar out in rage. The walls encircling me tremble at the power of my roar.

Screw the mate; I cannot lead my kingdom with a werewolf by my side. I am better off alone. Perhaps I will just get one of the ladies in my kingdom to have my child and have her killed right after.

“What have you done?”

My head snaps to the entrance of my room. My father stands tall with his fists balled and his glare heated.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I snarl, and his gaze only heats up more. My father might as well be the only person in this entire kingdom that does not fear me. maybe because he is almost as feared as I am. Almost.

I may never admit it, but my father is the only man I respect, not just in this whole kingdom but in the world. Silently, I observed him during his rule. I learned a lot from him on how to be an alpha.

The way he carried himself with so much pride and charisma, the way he led with confidence and a clear head. He was an admirable leader.

But now it is my turn.

“What have you done?” he asks again through clenched teeth.

“I suppose you are going to have to be more specific, father, because you personally know that I have done quite a lot of things,” I say with a bit of sarcasm, and his growl fills my ears.

He marches into the room, and it feels like I am staring at an older version of myself. I got most of my features from him, except my eyes.

“I knew you were impulsive and foolish, but I never knew it would be to this extent! You know how long we have waited for your mate to be found, and here you are locking her up in the dungeons?!”

My eyelids narrow, and I try to keep my anger at bay. If this had been anyone else speaking to me in such a manner, I would have snapped their neck by now.

“She is a werewolf,” I state through gritted teeth.

Discomfort swirls within his eyes, but he is quick to mask it. “And so what? She is your mate regardless. And you heard what the oracle said-she is the key to bringing this kingdom so much peace and prosperity. If anything happens to her while she is in there, our kingdom could face the consequences, and you would risk upsetting the oracle. Now I know you might be ruthless, but somewhere deep down, I know you wouldn’t want such to happen. Let her go, Alexander. Now.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

And with that said, my father turns his back on me and walks away. Once I am left alone, my chest heaves up and down in rage.

“FUCK!”

Aira’s POV

The smell of piss, vomit, and blood filled the air. The stench is so awful that it hurts my nose and brings tears to my eyes. I sit curled up on this filthy floor with my arms wrapped around my legs. I lay my head on my knees and let the tears flow.

It seems that is all I can do. Cry.

This has to be the second worst day of my entire life. The first was the day my parents died. I just know for a fact that none of this would have happened if mom and dad were here. Ana would not dare do this to me.

And even if she did, at least I would have had somewhere to run to. I would escape into mom’s arms and bury myself in her warm hugs. I would spend my days in the living room laughing at dad’s jokes, and then we would go for karaoke nights like we always did.

None of this would have happened.

I would not be crying in this disgusting dungeon with nothing to my name.

I do not think things can get any worse than this.

As soon as that thought popped into my head, the jingling of keys was heard. I lift my head to see that the doors to my cell are being unlocked. A man in uniform, who I assume is one of the palace guards, stands before me. There is a lady in a black dress and white apron standing right next to him. I suppose she is a maid.

She gasps once she takes in my condition. She covers her mouth with hers, and I want to believe that I am hallucinating when I see her eyes glaze with tears.

“The alpha has ordered that you be released,” the guard says, and my eyebrows crease. I am certain that I have not been in here for a day; why would he throw me in here if he was just going to release me hours later?

When I do not move, the maid speaks.

“Oh, you poor thing.” She walks into my cell and helps me to my feet. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.” She leads me out of the dungeons, and I silently follow her. We walk through the majestic halls, and I occasionally find a few maids and guards staring at us.

I shrink at their heated gaze and begin to wonder if being in that dungeon would have been better. “Don’t pay attention to them; they are just surprised at how pretty you are,” the maid next to me says, and I do not know how to respond to that. “My name is Carla, by the way.”

“Aira,” I say, surprised by how small my voice is. Well, what did I expect? I have been crying and screaming all day. It is a miracle that I have not lost my voice completely. “It’s good to have you here with us, Aira.”

I wish I could say the same.

As we pass by most of the workers, I am able to catch a bit of their whispers.

“I can’t believe she is the alpha’s mate.”

“She looks so weak; I expected someone stronger and more confident.”

“I hear she is pregnant. The damn whore, she couldn’t even wait for her mate before opening her legs.”

It seems like we have been walking for hours; how big is this palace anyway? I can tell that I am going to get lost here a couple of times.

We step into a room at the end of a secluded hall. Inside the room, there are about twenty bunk beds lined up. The lighting is very dim, and there are a few maids sitting around talking. But they all stop once they see me.

Carla must have seen the confusion in my eyes because she quickly says, “This is the maid’s chamber.”

My eyelids narrow as my brain tries to comprehend what exactly is going on. “Why am I here?”

A grin lifts Carla’s lips.

“Isn’t it obvious? You are one of us now. Isn’t it wonderful? Instead of having you locked up, the alpha has agreed to have you work as a maid in the palace.”

Oh, how wonderful indeed.