Chapter 6: You’re Mine

Tessa’s POV

Shocked whispers erupted all around us.

“The bride is the Lycan Prince's mate?”

“But how can that be? I heard she's an omega with no wolf!”

“Plus, she killed her mother when she was born.”

“That’s why the Moon Goddess won’t bless her! She’s definitely cursed!”

“The Royal Lycan family will never accept such a lowly she-wolf.”

I couldn’t hide but hear the snide, derisive comments as everyone mocked and sneered. But I wasn’t focused on them. Instead, I was focused on Prince Sylvan, his eyes locked onto mine.          

How could this be? 

Surely he was mistaken. I couldn’t be Prince Sylvan’s mate. He was royalty! 

And the harsh whispers all around me were right – I was just a lowly she-wolf who had killed my own mother! 

The Moon Goddess herself didn’t even deem me fit enough to bless me with a wolf. I highly doubted she would bless me with the Lycan Prince as my mate!

I realized then with a heavy heart that the Prince didn’t know any of this. 

He had no idea that I was hated and spurned by my pack. He didn’t know that I was a wolf-less murderer. 

Would he accept me if he knew all these awful things about me?

But even as panic gripped me, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of joy that I couldn’t suppress. 

Maybe this was a gift, I thought to myself. And if this was a gift, it just might be the best gift I’d ever received!

Another thought hit me then though. If I really was Prince Sylvan’s mate, as he claimed, then why couldn’t I feel the mate bond with him?

These thoughts spun around in my head, but as they did, I heard a sudden, loud crash. It was coming from the front of the room and it drew everyone’s attention.

Alpha Charles, clearly angry at Prince Sylvan’s attack, had tried to make a sneak attack back. 

But Prince Sylvan was too fast for him. 

The prince twisted Alpha Charles’ arm and snapped it right there on the spot. The crack of his bone reverberated throughout the room.

Sweat dripped down Alpha Charle’s face as he collapsed to the ground in pain, writhing and making a horrific sound.  

Alpha Charles’ rushed to his side, but as they did, a group of burly men in black suits stormed in. They stood with an authority and precision at Prince Sylvan’s side that quickly subdued Alpha Charles’ soldiers.

It was clear who the men were; they were the Lycan royal guards.

“Prince Sylvan,” Alpha Charles groveled in a desperate bid to explain. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she was your mate. Her Alpha father sold her to me. I don’t know her—”

Alpha Charles’ words embarrassed me. Now everyone knew that I’d been sold to Alpha Charles. The expressions on the crowd’s faces shifted—some pitied me, some looked down on me, and others even envied me.

Alpha Charles tried to continue with his begging, but Prince Sylvan immediately cut him off.

Prince Sylvan spoke, his voice ringing with authority as his words cut through the air, drawing all eyes to him.

“Over the past two years,” the Prince declared, “Alpha Charles has married over a dozen wives, and they have ALL died less than a week after their wedding.” The Prince paused, knowing his words would elicit gasps from the crowd. 

“This has, naturally, drawn the attention of the Lycan royal family. We launched a secret investigation to find out the truth about Alpha Charles. It’s why I came to the wedding, to confirm the facts. I have collected all the evidence I need, which I will now hand over to the werewolf council for Alpha Charle’s trial.”

The shock that rippled through the crowd was warranted. The Werewolf Council was the highest court for werewolves, and they made sure that all Alphas received fair and strict judgement.

If it were proven at the werewolf council that Alpha Charles was, in fact, guilty of his  crimes, he would likely be executed. 

I couldn’t believe what Prince Sylvan was saying! 

I’d come here with the intent of exposing Alpha Charles myself. I had no idea that the Royal Family already knew all about his deprived, cruel, perverted ways.

I glanced over at Alpha Charles. He knew things weren’t looking so good for him, so he darted to the right, trying to escape. 

But he was immediately caught by Prince Sylvan. 

With a furrowed brow, Prince Sylvan told the crowd, “From now on, Night Moon Pack will be under royal control until the Werewolf Council selects the next Alpha.”

Alpha Charles’ face contorted with rage.

“You can’t do this!” he hollered at the Prince, obviously unwilling to accept his fate, but his hollers grew faint as he was dragged away to the dungeon.

I let out a sigh of relief as I watched the vile Alpha Charles being dragged away. I was thrilled that he was gone, and that I’d finally found a mate, but now everyone knew that I’d been sold. 

My joy was short-lived as I realized the Prince would never accept me.

So, to avoid further humiliation, I decided to quietly slip away.

I turned to leave, my dress now heavy from being soaked. 

It sloshed across the floor, but before I’d barely taken two steps, I felt someone drape a warm, high-end suit jacket over my shoulders, wrapping my cold, wet body. 

Before I could process what was happening, I was lifted into the air by none other than the Lycan Prince himself.  

“You can’t leave,” his deep voice rumbled in my ear, seductive and powerful, making it hard for me to think. 

What was he doing? 

Didn’t he know I wasn’t worthy of him? 

But his next words cut right through my thoughts, leaving no room for argument. 

“You’re mine.”