Slap!
The harsh sound of a slap echoed round the room and Aurora's head snapped back with the force of it. "HOW DARE YOU?" Bishop roared, his eyes black and furious. "HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON AMELIA?" Another slap landed on her face and her lip split. She collapsed to the floor, blinded momentarily. Tears burned behind her closed eyelids and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. She didn't deserve what she was getting. From where she stood, Amelia grinned maliciously. Her plans had worked perfectly well. All that was left was for Bishop to reject Aurora. But Bishop didn't do anything of the sort. Instead, he called for his guards, his voice loud and powerful. Two of the warriors rushed into the room and bowed before him. "Lock her up in the dungeon. And starve her!" Bishop ordered, his eyes glaring at Aurora. "If she is to remain in my home, she must learn from her mistakes." The guards dragged an almost unconscious Aurora away towards the dungeons. After they were gone, Bishop took Amelia into his arms and gently wiped the blood off her face. Her wounds were healed already, as werewolves had fast healing abilities. "Are you alright, love?" He asked worriedly. Amelia played her part well, nodding piteously. "I'm fine. You came just in time. I was so scared..." "Why did you approach her?" Bishop asked, taking her out of the room. "I just wanted to let her know we could be friends." Amelia lied. "I didn't want her to feel alone. Even if she won't be your Luna, she could use a friend. I had no idea she would attack me. I guess she hates me for being with you." "Don't say such things Amelia." Bishop stopped in the hallway and placed his hands on her slender waist. "You're the only one I love, and nothing can change that. Not even the mate bond. If Rose can't accept that, I don't care." He lowered his head and kissed her, his hands moving down to cup her buttocks and press her against him. "But... Baby..." Amelia moaned, biting her lips as Bishop kissed down her throat. "I don't feel safe with her here with us. Why don't you just reject her? She's useless to you anyway. I could be your second chance mate." Bishop didn't answer. Instead, he lifted her and carried her back into Aurora's room. There he undressed her and bent her over the bed, taking her from behind. Mercilessly, he slammed into her, her cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the room until they both soared over the clouds of repeated orgasms. ... Aurora remained in the dungeon till dusk, lying in the same position she had been ever since the warriors pushed her into the cell. The smell of death and decayed flesh filled the air. The walls of the dungeon were old and covered with dead leaves. Bones littered the floor, as if prisoners had been left to die in there and rot. However, Aurora didn't care for any of that. As she lay there, she wept, questioning the moon goddess for pairing her with a monster like Bishop Dawson. It would have been better if she had been mateless as well as wolfless. Why did the moon goddess have to ruin her life? Hours went past until the creaking sound of gates swinging open caught her attention. She raised her head weakly, watching as two different guards unlocked the cell and dragged her outside. When they shoved her to the ground in front of Bishop's home, she realized that the entire pack members had been summoned. There was a large crowd gathered in front of his mansion, and when she was brought in, the whispers began. Aurora heard words like, 'wolfless', 'omega', 'orphan', 'worthless', 'badluck' and so many others as the people regarded her with scorn. Estella and her three friends were among the crowd, glaring at her hatefully. No one had ever really liked her. She had been shunned by jealous rivals because of her great beauty. It was only Penelope that had remained her friend. Just then, she heard Penelope call out to her. Her voice was filled with so much pain and sadness. Aurora weakly raised her head and stared in the direction of her friend's voice. She saw Penelope standing beside her parents. The latter wanted to run towards her, but she was held back. Gradually, the whispers decreased as Bishop stepped out, Amelia beside him as usual. Soon there was complete silence. "Members of Silver Dawn Pack," He began. "You have all been summoned here for a reason. As you all know, the Alpha King arrived at our pack few days ago, and as soon as alliances are formed, he will return to the lycan kingdom." There were a few murmurs and whispers and silence reigned again. "But then, a night ago, I found my mate. Rose Thompson." Bishop continued coldly. "You all know how I feel about the mate bond. I despise it. Hence, Rose will not be my Luna. Earlier today, she commited a grave offense by attacking the woman I love, your future Luna." He gestured to the guards to lift Aurora up. One pulled her hair and yanked her head backwards, so her face could be seen. Aurora winced inwardly from the pain, but she kept a straight face. There were no tears this time. "Rose, before the entire members of this pack, you will go on your knees and plead for forgiveness from your future Luna." Bishop stated icily. "Only then will I consider giving you a mild punishment." Aurora smiled, a small smile devoid of any emotion. She would rather die. Her eyes hardened and her temper flaired. She spat suddenly at Bishop. "You challenge the moon goddess so boldly, treating the mate she has chosen for you this way. I will rather die that apologize to that witch you call your Luna." The crowd let out a loud gasp at Aurora's defiance. Bishop's anger mounted and he smacked the side of her head with his fist. Aurora felt her body slump and her head slammed on the ground. Her vision blurred and she was on the verge of passing out, but the warriors dragged her to her feet again. The moment Bishop started speaking again, her eyes flew open with fright. "I, Alpha Bishop Dawson, reject you worthless she-wolf, Rose Thompson as my fated mate and Luna. And from this moment, I banish you from the Silver Dawn Pack." Aurora felt her heart cave in as colour drained from her face. The harsh words struck her like daggers, echoing painfully in her ears. She couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. She looked up at Bishop, her eyes pleading with him to take it back. He didn't. All she could see in his dark gaze was disgust. Pure disgust, the kind she hadn't seen before. Hardening her heart, she parted her lips and spoke. "I, Aurora Rose Thompson, accept your rejection." She said, her voice bitter. "But I curse you, Bishop Dawson. I curse you on this day. This pain you have caused me will come back to you a thousand fold..." "Silence her!" Alpha Bishop snapped at the warriors holding her. "ENOUGH!" A powerful voice thundered suddenly, instilling fear in the crowd. Aurora raised her head weakly and her gaze connected with intense golden eyes. They were the same eyes she had seen the night she was almost attacked by that lycan. It was Bishop's important guest, the Alpha King."ENOUGH!" A powerful voice thundered suddenly, instilling fear in the crowd. The entire shifters fell into a deathly silence the moment Alpha King Henry stepped out from the mansion.Aurora raised her head weakly and her gaze connected with intense golden eyes, the same eyes she had seen the night she was almost attacked by that lycan.She couldn't be mistaken. Although she hadn't seen his face that night, but his eyes... she knew she couldn't be wrong. Bishop spoke of an important guest earlier. Could it be that this man with the hypnotic eyes was the Alpha King? She watched him walk towards her. The crowd moved back, fear and respect visible in their eyes. Even Bishop stepped aside, his head bowed slightly. Henry stopped before the guards holding Aurora, his gaze dark and terrifying. "Release her." His voice sounded calm, too calm, but everyone knew it was the calm before the storm. The guards promptly let go of Aurora, and she collapsed to the ground. "Alpha Henry," Bishop v
The carriage arrived at Ashidore two days later, on a cool afternoon. The guards stationed outside the large golden gates noticed the fancy carriage being pulled by six vicious wolves, and they knew immediately that the Alpha King was back. One gave an order and the majestic gates were pulled open. The wolves pulled the carriage through the gates and as quickly as it had been opened, the gates were shut tight again. Ashidore, the Lycan Kingdom, was magnificent and grand. A large castle stood in the middle of the kingdom, shimmering like jewels in the late afternoon sun. All around the castle were smaller houses and cottages, where the people of Ashidore lived. Right before the castle was a large water fountain, with water sprouting out of the statue of a howling wolf. The kingdom was bustling with activities and as the carriage drove past, some of the shifters bowed respectfully. The wolves slowed to a stop, bringing the carriage to stop in front of the castle.Henry turned and
Aurora was still unconscious when Henry barged into the room like his life depended on it. She was trashing on the bed while Kaleb tried to hold her down. Her fists gripped the bedsheets tightly and she threw her head about, struggling against the hands that held her. Tyler and David hurried into the room after him and the three men stood helplessly, at a loss of what to do. "Why don't we wake her up?" Tyler suggested. He had never encountered anyone who had a panic attack while still unconscious. "That won't be a good idea, beta Tyler." Kaleb disagreed, his voice unstable as he tried to calm Aurora. "She is clearly terrified of something in her subconscious. If we try to wake her up without calming her first, it could affect her psychologically." "Well, we have to do something." Tyler raised his voice in worry as Aurora screams became louder. He turned to Henry and grabbed the latter's arm. "Alpha, if her screams get any louder than this, people will hear and wonder." How
The moment Henry's gaze met Aurora's, she felt an electrifying tingle go through her body. Had he always been this handsome? His hair, as dark as midnight, curled tightly over his perfect arched brows. His eyes, those golden orbs, darkened when he assessed her from her face to her feet, and back again. His lips were set in a straight line, giving him that badboy look. When his eyes met hers again, butterflies erupted in her tummy unexpectedly. Averting her eyes, she cursed herself silently for feeling that way. What Bishop did to her should teach her a lesson that men were beasts. The silence that suddenly descended on the room after Henry's arrival became heavy. Aurora kept her eyes averted, afraid to look up at him. What was she supposed to say? Thank him for saving her? She almost jumped when Henry walked further into the room and addressed her. "You're awake." He said softly. It wasn't a question, but Aurora found herself nodding. Understanding that she was nervous, Henry t
Henry's entire body froze the moment he felt Aurora hug him tightly. His hands were slightly raised, his brows knitted in confusion. One couldn't blame him for reacting that way. He had never received a hug from anyone. It felt so bizarre. Slowly, his arms lowered until it rested on Aurora's shoulder. Only then did he relax and let out the breath he was holding. Who would have thought a ruthless Alpha King like him would feel uneasy because of a woman's hug? The thought amused him and he smiled, shaking his head unbelievably. Aurora finally pulled back and clasped her hands before her shyly. "Thank you Alpha." She mumbled. "I'm sorry if I startled you, but no one has ever been this kind to me. It's not something I am used to."Henry could still feel the warmth of her body against his, and he felt empty when she pulled away. What was happening to him? Why was he suddenly so soft towards her?The smile disappeared from his face and he stepped away from Aurora. "You don't have to tha
"Alpha." Aurora gasped in surprise, gripping the door handle tightly. "I... I wasn't expecting you."Henry didn't reply. Instead his gaze on her got heated. Her night dress latched unto her body like a second skin, accentuating her slim waist and curvy hips. His eyes lowered to her full lips, darkening at how inviting they were. And when his gaze fell on the soft swell of her breasts through the deep neckline of the dress, his breath caught. The lust that slammed into him was swift and unexpected. Staring back into her eyes, he sucked in a deep breath and forced a smile, trying to hide the fact that his groin just roared to life with lust. "Just making sure you're settling in well." He said in a clear voice, as if his breath hadn't been knocked out of him a few seconds ago. Aurora smiled and stepped back, opening the door wider. "Please come in." She said shyly. Henry stepped through the door and looked around the room, impressed by what the maids had done. "I saw the maid you a
Bishop had spent several sleepless nights ever since Aurora was taken away by Alpha Henry. He knew he didn't love her. Hell, he didn't even care about her. He had rejected her without hesitation. The only woman he loved was Amelia. So why did he feel like he had made the gravest mistake letting Aurora go? He shouldn't be thinking about her that way. He sucked hard on the cigarette stick held between his lips, puffing out the smoke in small circular rings. The door to his study opened and he turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes zeroing in on Amelia who stepped into the room.Amelia took one look at him, his bloodshot eyes and disheveled appearance, and a scowl settled on her face. "What the fuck has come over you Bishop?" She demanded. Her heels wrapped on the hard floor as she marched towards him, hands planted on her hips. Bishop stared at her like he couldn't recognize her, then he looked away. "Get out of my room Amelia." He growled. "I won't ask you again.""Are you
Aurora woke up the next day to see the sun shining brightly into her room through the curtains that were opened halfway. Although her room was in the northwing, she got a little bit of sunlight before the sun rays shifted. She stretched and yawned, covering her mouth with her palm. She couldn't remember the last time she slept so well. Back in her step-aunt's tiny cottage, she slept on a piece of white sheet. And most times when she awakened the next day, her body would be sore from the hard floor. Thinking of the tiny cottage where she grew up made her remember Lydia, her step-aunt. The woman had been so happy to be rid of her when she found her mate. "She doesn't even care what happens to me." She mumbled to herself. She was sure Lydia wouldn't give a damn if Henry took her away as a slave. The woman always hated her and she never knew why. "I'm so glad to be rid of her." She said and pushed the unpleasant thought away. Moving gently, she got off the bed and walked over to the