Mated to the Cursed Prince

Thea's POV"Look who we have here." I was lost in thought, scribbling poetry on a paper that I didn't hear the library door creak open fast enough for me to hide. When I heard it, it was already too late, my assaulters have already seen me. Hiding out alone in the library has never been much of a peace but I was left with no choice when the rate at which I was being bullied increased. There was no one to ask for help from because no one really cared about what was being done to an omega or a slave and worst of all an orphan.I grew up without knowing my parents except my grandmother who had been recently sick. Grandma told me they died in war as they were our pack warriors. And the bully increased when the Moon Goddess paired me with the Alpha's son. Could life be any more pathetic?But the joy I found was that my mate didn't resent me as much as they all do, maybe it was the mate bond or he truly cared for me but was helpless because of the taunts of being mated to an omega slave. N

Thea's POV The guards came straight to me, holding me in place as they made me go on my knees. "What's going on?" I cried to no one in particular. "You stupid bitch! How dare you try to lure the future Alpha?" Beta Cam barked at me, swinging his hand forcefully across my face, "Now accept the rejection!"I looked towards Jacob who quickly turned his face away, "Ja...jacob, please!" I sobbed, blood spilling down my lips where Beta Cam has slapped me.Nuella grabbed my chin tightly as she spat at my face, "you're just a lowly orphan and you don't deserve Jacob. So accept the rejection now, bitch.""Don't make this harder for us Thea. Just say the words and accept the rejection." Jacob begged from the room.I hung my head, tired from the whole pain and drama, "I, Thea Clover accept your rejection, Jacob Onyx as my mate."Nuella let out a strangled laugh as Jacob and I dropped to the ground, holding our chest in pain. But then the pain faded immediately. Our mate bond was broken.Jacob

Thea's POV I complied with the Prince's terms despite still being confused about why he needed me to be his Luna for three months. I was nothing but a lowly servant and now homeless and even an orphan. A couple of maids walked in and started cleaning me up, preparing me for dinner night.I was cleaned up, dressed in one of the best clothing I had ever seen in my entire life, and even scented with nice perfumes. "You look beautiful." One of the maids complimented me as she stared at my reflection in the mirror. I nodded my head in agreement because I was still stunned by my transformation. Who would have thought that a maid like me could be this beautiful and stunning? The light blue dress that was custom-made to fit me sparkled as I swirled around. The maids let out a gasp at my gorgeousness. "The Prince would be stunned when he sees you." Another chirped in. And I couldn't help but blush at their comments. They had finished doing my hair and my makeup when a soft knock came

Damian POV I retired to my room with the information my father had just told me. Thea was a witch? But we didn't smell it on her. Werewolves were blessed with this keen sense of smell, and we could detect a supernatural just by their scent, but it was different with Thea. By her scent, we could tell that she's an Omega.The ritual was in three days and then we would confirm Thea's true identity if she was a witch or not. If she was a witch, then she would collapse and die just by drinking the blood of a werewolf bug. If she wasn't, then she'd survive it.******We all gathered in front of a raised altar; a priest was chanting, walking round the altar while Thea knelt before it.She was stripped of her clothes and tied to a robe, ready to go through the process of the ritual.I was hoping and praying upon hope that nothing would go wrong because that would mean I would go through the pain of being forced to marry Pamela, the daughter of the Darkfang pack.The Spirit Weaver started to

Thea POV "Hey, I'm sorry about her. I hope you don't take what she said to heart." Damian said. I nodded to his words and moved to sit at the dressing table."Fine then, I'll go now. You don't need to worry about Pamela; she's just here for the coronation, and after that,t, you'll see her no more." He added. "Okay," I replied and he headed towards the door. "But she said something about the Royal family..." I said and he halted halfway. Damian turned to me sharply, "What did she say about the Royal family?" He asked in an urgent tone. "She said there's so much that I don't know, is there anything wrong with the King or anyone?" I asked curiously. "No, there's nothing you should worry about." He said but I didn't believe him. I peered deeply at his eyes through the mirror, "You sure?" I asked again. "Yes?" I stood up and walked towards him, my eyes never leaving his, "Damain, you can always talk to me about it." I assured him. Even though he was saying that everything was fi