"No! I will never be your mate!" Ariel screamed, swiftly raising her gun and aiming straight at the heart of Elijah Jaeger, the Werewolf King. “You’re mine, Ariel,” he murmured with a possessive voice as he pressed me into the table, I looked up at him to see him placing the tip of the gun in front of my vagina. "What?!" My pupils widened. He was going to **** me with a gun?! I was shaking all over, and I started to back away in fear. "No, please. No..." I begged, crying. *** In the year 2200, humanity exists as slaves under werewolf rule, with humans ranked even lower than omegas, subjected to severe abuse daily. Ariel lives within werewolf-controlled territory. Smart and resilient, she wakes up each day with one burning desire—to shoot a werewolf in the heart with a weapon of her own design. Her father was killed by werewolves, and her mother couldn’t bear the heartbreak, passing away suddenly. Ariel is consumed by pain, yet she steels herself to stay strong because she has a twin sister, Alice, and a friend, Ron, to protect. She’s determined to make the werewolves pay for their actions. But fate is merciless; Alice, driven by her own desires, betrays Ariel, and even Ron—her ever-loyal friend—begins to believe that Ariel’s death could be his ticket to freedom. Ariel refuses to break. Her greatest motivation for survival is to kill the Werewolf King—the one she believes responsible for her father’s murder. But destiny has a cruel twist in store: on the very day she intends to kill Elijah, she’s discovered to be his mate! As she finds allies willing to stand by her, will Ariel abandon revenge, or will she choose to forge a new path with Elijah?
Lihat lebih banyakAriel's POV ❤
In the year 2200, it was an era where werewolves ruled over humans. Fifty years ago, overnight, humans became slaves to the werewolves.
My name is Ariel, a human, and we became the lowest class in society within our designated areas - even lower than the Omegas, treated as slaves and playthings. If we showed even a hint of defiance, we would be taken away for punishment. When I was ten years old, I witnessed a human who merely touched a werewolf's clothing get dragged into the town square, where a werewolf impaled his heart with their claws.
Father tightly hugged me and Alice, who were terrified. He told us not to make a sound, that we must endure, and one day, we would escape this hell.
We soon forgot the shadow of that day because my parents loved each other dearly and treated us well, despite our poor living conditions. When father looked at Alice and me, his face only had smiles. "You two are the best treasures I've ever received." My father often said.
Although Alice and I were twins, my eye color was green like father's, while Alice's was brown like mother's.
Alice and I also had very different preferences. I enjoyed staying by father's side, listening to him explain the construction of weapons and playing with weapon models. He supported our family by working at a weapons manufacturing factory, and I greatly admired him.
Meanwhile, Alice preferred following mother to learn which hairpins looked prettier on her head. We would often argue and fight over these things, and then father and mother would separate us.
Our parents' doting love made me overlook the unreasonable rules of this world.
All of this came to a halt on our fifteenth birthday when werewolves broke into our home and informed us that father had died. Humans without jobs would lose their independent housing, so we were sent to a flea-infested slum with terrible living conditions. Unable to accept the sudden change, mother soon left us too. Her only wish before dying was for me to take care of Alice.
I have always seen protecting and caring for my sister as my responsibility. I took over father's job to support Alice.
But last night, when I witnessed a tall, naked werewolf appear in my bedroom and attempt to mark my sister, I angrily grabbed a baseball bat and fiercely struck the guy's head.
Blood, screams, and then many werewolf guards came to our home, trying to capture Alice and me. But Alice cried and immediately shifted the blame onto me. "Sir, it's none of my business. This was all my sister fault. All humans can testify that she hates werewolves. But I've been different from her since childhood; I would never attack my mate."
I widened my eyes in disbelief that Alice would betray me. Alice immediately lowered her head guiltily. I clenched my fists, knowing what would happen next, and my body trembled in fear.
"Alright," the werewolf said to Alice, then pointed at me. "If you want to prove you're different from her, come to the town square together. We need to see your sincerity."
"No!" I struggled, but my strength was too small. I immediately recalled the bloody scene I witnessed at ten years old. I was dragged to the town square and tied to a cross.
Then lash after lash struck my body. My clothes were torn, my flesh ripped open, and blood soaked my entire being as my consciousness gradually faded. Then I saw Alice approach me with her arms crossed.
"You should apologize," Alice said coldly, her eyes full of disdain. "Werewolves hold the highest status. Jack is my mate; how could you attack him?"
I looked at her, not a shred of guilt on her face, and my heart painfully clenched. I protected her with my life, yet now she acted as if the werewolves had protected her all along. She had found her mate just a day ago, and she betrayed the sister who had always shielded her.
She forgot our parents' expectations for us! They told us we must care for each other, love one another! And crucially, werewolves would never cherish their human mates.
My friend Ron was the prime example, how could Alice not see this?!
"Get lost! Alice, you betrayed me for the stupid mate bond. Have you forgotten Ron's mother's fate?!" I angrily said. Ron's mother was his father's human mate, and her demise pained us all.
Clearly, Alice had grown too arrogant to remember any of this because of the damned mate bond! She probably thought she was a princess, different from everyone else. I felt guilty; I must have spoiled her, making her forget this wretched reality!
"You cannot imagine the power of the mate bond, Ariel. When you feel it, you will absolutely submit," Alice said, then placed her hand on Jack as if they were inseparable.
Disgusting! I would never accept becoming a werewolf's mate, even if it cost me my life! "You're dreaming if you think I'd ever be with these pricks who get hard at the sight of a pretty woman!"
"Shut up!" Jack screamed, gripping my throat tightly. "As a human, the weakest species, you should feel honored to become our mate. Werewolves are far superior to useless humans like you!"
"Did you hear that, Alice? Your mate sees you as just another useless human," I said, looking at Alice, hoping she would come to her senses.
She quickly changed her tune.
"Shut up! How dare you compare yourself to my mate?" Jack furiously slapped me. "Alright. I must have let you get away with too much - you've forgotten how powerful werewolves are." With that, his claws extended, tearing the skin on my neck. Blood immediately gushed up to my chest.
"Ah...ah..." I whimpered. Was this how it would end for me? I bit my lip as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Stop, Jack!" Alice screamed.
Jack turned to her. "You want to save her?"
"Jack, you can't kill her. The Lycan Elijah Yeager is coming to collect blood samples to find his mate. If anything happens, it would be trouble for the pack. Ariel is a registered human female - she cannot disappear," Alice frowned. "At least until the gene testing, we cannot kill her."
Jack frowned but eventually released my throat, albeit reluctantly. I gasped for air as the world around me seemed to spin, but I clearly heard the name Elijah Yeager. Should I thank him? Because of his arrival, I could continue living.
No, I would never thank the man who made my life so miserable. Elijah Yeager - the cruel and merciless Lycan. Rumor has it he has yet to find his mate, so he pins his hopes on the gene testing system. Every unmated female must submit a sample at the testing station.
He has scoured all other regions, and our area is his last chance. I curse him to never find his mate. I've heard werewolves only grow stronger with a mate, so I hope he suffers a painful death because of it!
If the test reveals I'm his mate, I'll grab the gun hidden in Ron's medical room and blow his head off.
I bit my lip and defiantly yelled at Alice, my voice hoarse yet firm, "I will absolutely never accept a werewolf as my mate!"
"You?" Jack struck my face again, hard, and my vision immediately blurred.
"I...will never...never..." I repeated as I collapsed to the ground, everything fading to black. I...lost consciousness.
(Ariel's POV)I hummed a tune as I got dressed for the day. I was excited to show my marksmanship, especially to the people who had not seen me in action ever but underestimated me. The look of shock and awe on their faces would make my day.I whistled and moved my hips to the tune I was humming while I brushed looking at myself in the mirror. I felt giddy.I spat out the spittle in my mouth and gazed at myself in the mirror. “You are amazing,” I hailed myself.“You are beautiful. You are smart. You are the brightest. See the adoration in their eyes because of your awesome talent. You are powerful.” I continued to hail myself looking directly at myself through the mirror.My cheeks high, my head straight, my face stoic, and my words firm.Truly, I felt powerful. Today was my day, it felt good to do something you excelled effortlessly at. I was looking forward to the shooting round. I may not know a lot of things but I understood weapons.I knew each gun just by looking at them, I iden
(Ariel's POV)I woke up to Elijah cleaning me up tenderly, my hands were no longer bound. He was drawing soothing lines over the rope mark, washing it with soap, and willing the marks to disappear.I sighed contentedly and leaned into him as he washed me. His hands massaged my shoulders gently, I was really sore and I let out a moan.“If you keep moaning like that, I would be tempted to take you here and now,” Elijah's husky voice whispered in my ear.I stiffened, I had enjoyed the sex, allowing myself to indulge in the passion and enjoy it but I was not ready for another one. I was too sore. So I tried to contain the moan that threatened to break out of my lips. Elijah was too gentle in washing me and it was making me feel so good.I relaxed and enjoyed his care. I felt helpless against Elijah’s childish attitude towards anger. The moment he was jealous or angry he showed it by trying to mark me and dominate me with sex. I was helpless against his behavior.But I wouldn't deny that t
(Elijah's POV)It's been a few weeks since I saw Ariel. I missed her so much. Dealing with the whole assassination thing was taking up my time. Each day I had lots of work on my desk and I hadn't been able to go see her.I missed her smile, I missed her body, I missed sex with her. I was craving her touch. Tomorrow was the day of her match but I needed to see her today.So I cleared up my desk early, pushing aside the rest of the work. The Moonstone file glared at me, calling for me to attend to it but I closed it right back and left to go see her.Thoughts of her riddled me as I walked down the hallway, my wolf was excited to see her, he whistled a happy tune in my head, and my body was excited to finally see her and have a proper conversation with her. Well, I hoped I would have a proper conversation with her.Every time we attempted to have a decent conversation, we always ended up with one of us angry. I knew it was bound to happen but I hoped it would be different. A man can hope
(Ariel's POV)The postponement of the contest also gave me ample time to recuperate. I had been worried about how I would perform in casts or with limps. It did not help that I had overheard some people talking and they said the next round would be shooting practice.I hoped my leg would be properly healed before the next contest. Shooting was my forte, my knowledge of weapons gave me an advantage and so I was looking forward to this section. I did not want anything to jeopardize my winning chances.25 days later, my leg was fully healed. I could stretch it, walk without limping, run, and put the whole pressure on that foot without wincing or hissing in pain. My leg was completely healed.“I am damn excited that my leg is completely healed now,” I told Raven, flexing my ankle, my cheeks turned up very high in a smile.“I am happy for you, mi lady.” She handed me a branch of the rose flower she had plucked and curtsied while at it, we laughed together.The echoes of our laughter resoun
(Vincent's POV)“I am here to escort Ariel back to her room,” I announced the moment I entered the office. Although my gaze was intent on Ron, I could feel Ariel roll her eyes. Her antics amused me.“Your eyes would soon fall off with the amount of time you roll them,” I told her. She muttered incoherent words under her breath and I chuckled.I did not mind riling her up every once in a while, I did not get the opportunity often.I had rushed here the moment my investigation had clicked that Ron was part of the resistance. He was connected in more ways than one with the resistance.It did not surprise me, I was wary and hesitant when Elijah suggested that he bring him in as Ariel's personal physician. I did not dissuade him but I did share my reluctance with him.But Elijah wanted someone he knew and someone that Ariel could be safe with after the near-assassination experience. I believed that nobody was worth trusting or was even safe to be with at the moment. Everybody was a damn su
“What did you say you are doing here?” I asked Ron again when the initial shock wore off.He sighed. “Elijah arranged for me to be here,” he dropped another bombshell.“Elijah arranged for you to be here?” I asked in confusion, almost shrieking. That thought felt absurd, what was Elijah thinking?“Yes, due to your injury. He said he wanted you to recuperate in a quiet and comfortable environment.” He replied.The wheels of my mind began to turn, so that was why Elijah did not let me stay back in my room or go to the infirmary for this treatment. No wonder he had insisted that I get a new primary care physician.It still did not make sense to me that he chose Ron to be my primary physician. Wasn't he always jealous of Ron? What happened? What changed?Something felt suspicious and not knowing what it was kept me agitated.“Come and sit down, so I can examine the wound.” Ron patted the small bed in his office.I hesitantly climbed the bed with difficulty refusing his help, my movement a
(Ariel's POV)Ten minutes after I'd woken up, I still lay in bed with my eyes open, I was still tired. I allowed my mind wander to the conversation I had with Vincent the night before. My eyes followed every object I could see in the room but I did not sit up.Another ten minutes later and I stretched my body finally ready to step out of the bed. I sat up and looked around, adjusting my body to the new day. I was a little disoriented.My ankle throbbed and I hissed in pain, rubbing soothing circles around it. Gently, I dragged myself off the bed and into the bathroom. I took my bath, making sure water did not touch my wound and then I gently re-dressed my wound. I popped a few pain killers to get rid of the pain I woke up with.When I was done, I headed towards Raven's room to check on her. I had been in severe pain yesterday plus Vincent and Elijah did not leave my room so I was not able to check on her.I felt bad that I had not checked on her and her wound until now so I hastened m
(Ariel's POV)As soon as Vincent walked out with a heavy face, Elijah entered his face wary, glancing between me and Vincent's back curiously.“Am I missing something?” Elijah asked, looking curious.I shook my head, “Nothing.”“Why did he leave with that expression then?”“I don't know. It's nothing.”Elijah stared at me warily and then shrugged, “It did not look like nothing to me.” He muttered very lowly, I almost did not catch on.“We found your assassin's,” Elijah informed me.I perked up, “Really, did you find out who sent them?” I asked genuinely interested in knowing who must have wanted me out of the way. I was certain the killers came for me and Raven was just unfortunate to be with me at that time.Elijah frowned, “No. I was still in the process when they killed themselves,” My face scrunched up in confusion.Elijah stared into space, his face bristled with unleashed anger, “I was interrogating them when they just began to bleed to death. Turns out, they had a pill in their
(Ariel's POV)I sat frozen and unmoving, my hand trembled lightly as I pondered on Vincent's question.“I want to know about your father.”The statement kept running in my mind even in my immobile state. I refused to acknowledge the question, what did he want with my father?I was not expecting the question, what had my near death had to do with my father? I had barely survived from the ruckus earlier and here he was questioning me about a man who had since died.It kept me on edge. Why did he ask about him all of a sudden? I thought about what we had been discussing.‘Yes, we were just discussing his reasons for appearing in the palace today.’ I thought. So how did the conversation include my father?I paid him no attention, my mouth shut, as I looked around the room instead, my eyes falling everywhere but in Vincent. I felt his gaze sharply piercing, waiting for an answer.And when I could not stand it anymore, I bent under his gaze.“What do you want with him?” I managed to ask.“I
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