Mated To The Cursed Lycan King

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the Alpha King's household cleaning department bellowed at me as she bra

he evening hunts. But yet, everyone was here, including my father who sat at a corner like a pariah, gazing forlornly into sp

life has shifted. They said my wolf was weak, worse than an omega's, which was the lowest rank in our caste. I'd never been able to understand it. My parents didn't either. Nothing

on properly without a mate. Father rejected all the young females the Pack Elders brought to him, until he was forced to step down, and the title passed on to a new famil

lpha, Alpha Brennan's house to become a maid. There were talks about our fam

fight for me t

sente

tful

Pathetic

r had died b

ng down every bathroom in the Alpha King's quarters. It kept me out of sight unless someone entered the bathroom I was cleaning. So

re back. I closed my eyes, and clamped my teeth over my bottom lip as pain engulfed my entire

or hours, the other girls are done with their ch

m that echoed. A chorus of high-pitched sounds accompanied the whip crack, cackling behind me as my back arched from the pain. My body fell forw

r the edge onto me. Splashes hit my back, and I hissed at the new sting from the soap against my open wound. Foamy water got into my eyes and burned like hell. I heard a few things crack, and I knew

ld break me and how fun it could be to shatter something fragile. How simple it would be to put me in the infirmary w

ot to make me feel this way in my pac

ed the water and filth around me. The dirty water soaking into my clothes would be hard to wash out, along with the blood on my

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you're not as strong as them. You will never be strong as them. You will always be a mess. A pathetic,

ed against the wall, trying to numb

e footsteps of someone approaching. I looked up, my visio

g of this? You were meant to be

arried away. I'll make sure I scrub the floors extra hard and be th

ponse. He wasn't as violent as his father Brennan, the Alpha King, but he wasn't exactly nicer. I knew better t

t yourself treated at the Pack clinic. There will be a pack pa

s,

y knees were hugging my chest, tears stingin

ey belonged to. A chocolate scent filled the room, and I let my breath out slowl

the goddess y

yes wide. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked, pulling a hair tie from her wrist and gathering her wav

me more. If we could ever grow strong enough, she would be the first on my list. It f

ould get a better look at the injuries

beaten up like this. You're bleeding s

, there was a little cut there, and blood was see

to Amarie. Of all the Omegas they'd given him to chose from, he'd chosen the devil's spawn." She took out something from her pock

d some creams and other supplies to help with wounds from him. They helped with some of the injuries the pups got from playing. Their wolves not having emerged yet meant they didn't have the rapid healing

or pain, I escaped to that field in my mind. It was a gorgeous patch of soft green grass, feeling like a bed to lie on, surrounded by trees and secluded. There were patches of tu

ys because I'd get so lost in them. The power that radiated from him always made me feel safe, as if nothing and no one would ever hurt me again as long as he was around. That f

dreams c