Rogue Mistress

My mate is between my best friend's legs. He's naked and his body is wet with sweat.

Today was supposed to be the coronation of the lycan King, Damien Chris, a man who I have loved for so long.

A man who I thought loved me just as much as I did.

But oh, was I wrong.

I stand at the slightly opened door of our chambers in the imperial palace. I had just come back from visiting his mother who was a very amiable woman.

Only to come back to this.

Damien and Lily.

I can't see her properly; my mate's huge bronze body covers her frail one.

I can see her dainty legs though; hanging in the crooks of his elbows as he rams into her.

“Uhhh, yes! Ugh! Your majesty!” Lily is crying in ecstasy.

With each moan, my heart drops a little lower. I must be dreaming. There's no way this is real.

I'm in so much denial and shock that I have to push the door open to confirm. The both of them immediately look towards me.

They're both naked; lily has so many bite and claw marks over her body.

One in particular catches my eyes though— the mating mark on her neck. It's deep, raw and very fresh.

Every single bone in my body goes stiff.

“D-damien? Lily?” My voice is very hoarse. My mate scrambles for some clothes.

I notice that he's not exactly bothered; there's no guilt in his movements. When he looks at me, deep brown eyes piercing mine, there's no remorse in them.

I shake my head and look at Lily who has just casually slipped on a robe. She looks irritated.

My mate is the first to speak; voice low and deep.

“You shouldn't have seen this, Madeline.” That's all he says. As though it is my fault that they were making love illicitly.

I'm so stunned no words come out of my mouth.

Before I can compose myself, Damien grabs Lily by the waist. The latter coos and giggles.

My best friend…

The woman I had shared my every joy and sorrow with.

She was the daughter of a rogue leader but had ran from home. Being an omega in this palace, I really couldn't help her much. But because my mate was the king, she was instantly accepted on my behalf.

Looking at them now; I can tell the reason he accepted her.

He always wanted her.

“See this?” Damien hisses, pointing the mark on Lily's neck.

“This is a symbol of our mate bond. I planned to break the news to you in a more softened manner. But you just had to be stupid enough to come in here. Well, it's your mistake.”

I shake my head at Damien's cruel words. My heart desperately wants all this to be a trick.

But it's not; the ruffled sheets and faint smell of arousal in the air tell me all I need to know.

I shatter inside.

“You…you betrayed me,” I whisper, looking to the ground.

“Yes. He did. We both did. Now he will reject you and we will both have our peace. I truly care for you, Maddy. But I love the king…I accept I made a mist—”

Before she can spew more rubbish, I lunge at her with anger.

“You witch! You horrible witch! You stole everything from me!”

I don't get close enough to hit her— Damien catches my arm and in a second, he throws me to the ground with force.

My world goes black for one second and it takes a while for me to come through.

I start laughing maniacally— it's all my brain can afford to do now.

“D-do you think the kingdom will accept their king to have a rogue as a Luna? You're delusional!”

Damien's face twitches— I know I've hit a nerve.

“And you think the kingdom will want a nameless, spineless omega as their queen? At least, Lily here is a beta's daughter. She has a strong bloodline. You, on the other hand…you are dust.”

His words carve me up like a knife. Lily's laughter that follows makes me want to bury myself in the ground.

Dust…

As my brain struggles to process this information, I hear Damien saying something.

“I, Damien Chris, Lycan King heir of Ker kingdom, reject you, Madeline Gus of Wooline pack.”

Such simple words.

Such hefty repercussions.

The instant these words leave his mouth; my entire body goes into shock.

It's like thousands of needles bury themselves into my spine, killing the nerves one by one and making my body heat up like the sun.

I cry aloud and writhe on the ground. My love, my devotion, my bond.

Everything shatters.

As I wail in horrible pain, I hear my ex best friend say something to the king.

“We cannot just let her go…if people find out about this, you'll be criticized and the throne might be taken away from you. Let us get rid of her now then hide our relationship till you are in power.”

My heart drops immediately.

What?

My vision is still blurry but I can see my former mate nod.

The fire of rejection is all consuming— almost like tasting death itself.

But I have to quickly try to regain my senses before they can act on their plan.

However, my body is far too weak to obey my commands.

I want to run, I want to scream, I want to tear at everything and burn all they have down.

But my soul and bones have been weakened by the rejection. I cannot move.

My eyes clear up though, and I watch with horror as a man who I loved so dearly, draws his claws against me.

“You shouldn't have found out, Madeline. You'd have lived if you had just stayed away.”

I open my mouth to plead for some form of mercy; to beg for the one thing I have left.

My life.

But Damien and his mistress won't stop at wrecking me— my life too is at their mercy.

With one swift blow, Damien's claws enter my stomach.

Blood gurgles from my mouth and my vision immediately spots.

“Rest now, Madeline. Return to the dust you came from.”

Sounds and sights immediately disappear as the underworld welcomes me.

Whatever had I done to deserve this?

Weak. You were weak.