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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Imprisoned within own mind
Trigger warning: emotional abuse, imagery of torture and child abuse. Aralyn’s POV My nightmare was playing out in front of my eyes. Is this for real? Shivers and raw dread broke out through every pore of my body. This time, however, Larissa and Malleteagan weren’t fighting against each other. My life appears as a ball of strings that were so bloody tangled. And now the puppeteer is pulling strings on these catatonic creatures. I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea that my father wants me dead, and now…my mother, the only person who cared for me, appears to also be hellbent on killing me. But then I saw it. They all looked controlled and as if they departed from their own accord. And they all have the same eyes that remind me of Sentaya’s. The horde of Lycans forayed at me in unison, led by my birth parents. All of them, including Lycans resembling mother and Malleteagan, had that absent, empty, deadpan gaze. Something about their eyes made me stop and reflect. I have se
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Lycan’s whatnots
Marcellus POV I have been watching her writhing and screaming in torment for days now. It doesn’t seem to please me as I thought it would. No, not at all. It actually has an adverse effect. The feelings invoked by her torture are similar, if not worse, than those linked to the darkest moments of my childhood, when my mother was tortured, raped and killed in front of my eyes. And I thought that no pain could compare to that moment. The more I see Aralyn wilting away from sanity, the more I feel that my sanity is slipping away, too. I can see all of her thoughts, emotions and memories. I am the ruler of her mind now. Given her blood lineage, I did not expect it would be so easy to get in her head. I thought there would be more resistance. But no. Could it be because I caught her off guard when she was overly concentrated on combat with me, and she hadn’t thought there were other ways I could attack her? Was she not aware that I have mind control abilities? Well, whatever the reason, I
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The boy…was me…
Aralyn’s POV My words finally seemed to penetrate through Meena’s dense skull. For a second, she paused and seemed to hesitate and reflect on what I said. She whimpered and winced as the possibility that her Mr Right was not who she thought crossed her thick brain. The thought that I was right and that he was indeed a cunning, manipulative narcissist and an abusive monster made her lose her focus for a second. And I used that momentum to take the control back and shoved her to the back of my mind. I raised my gaze to face the beast in front of me. “Now I am going to show you what the torture is, twat, same as I did to your little friend Norgarth,” I gritted through my teeth with a snarl that built up at the back of my throat. I jumped into a fighting position and punched the shithead straight into his face, breaking his jaw. “Remember when you did that to me, dick?” I said as I breathed heavily. I smacked the prick's face with brute and raw force repeatedly. Cracks, blood splutters
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The battle of Oribus
-Amaaralva forest, three weeks later-Kandreah’s POVMy best warriors were prowling around through the northern boundary of Amaaralva. We were just a few steps behind the pack of Lycans and the army of faes led by Malleteagan and Thersar. They were leading the attack, as agreed. The thick, rich forest of sturdy old oak trees became scarcer, and shrubbery and bushes were more prominent as we advanced towards Amaaralva’s boundary with Oribus territory. The woods were wrapped in the dense fog of midnight. The eeriness of the abandoned landscape of Amaaralva was even more emphasised by the remnants of the magic of fallen Thessalians that could be easily smelled in the air. Following the massacre of Thessalians, their physical presence might have faded away. However, their magic lingered thickly in the hazy, sharp air of Amaaralva.Although a supernatural creature myself, able to muster dribs and drabs of black magic, I cannot escape the sensation of Amaaralva being creepy, cringe and curs
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King I hate…and…like?…her at the same time
Kandreah’s POV He should have been mine!She should have been mine! I rummaged through my memories yet again bitterly while we were breaking through sewer-like passages of Oribus and advancing to Damnarynth. But no, a mere fae king was not good enough for the ambitions of her mother. I remember the last day we spent together. I remember the passion and love we shared that last night. I remember the sorrow that was suffocating and the tears in Minthe’s eyes when she left me. My Brother and I forbade interspecies bonding since then. Her mother, Sentaya, decided to go against what had been foretold by destiny and to sever the sacred bond between us. We were destined mates. She disregarded that, marred and severed our bond with black magic and offered her to Hades to pursue her dire and greedy ambition to climb up in the hierarchy of Wengarthria. She thought that Hades would crown her daughter to be his rightful queen, his royal counterpart. And what did he do? He humiliated her with t
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Is this what you wanted?
Aralyn’s POV “Is this what you wanted? You screamed that you wanted this awhile ago in Avesta when I did my wrongdoings to you. Well, if you wanted to see me like this, you got it. Let it be. I guess I deserve it after all I have done to you.” I heard these words faintly ringing through my mind. What was that? Where did that come from? It sounded like Marcellus. His voice sounded raspy and tired but still so distinctive I would recognise that deep baritone anywhere. And then I saw surroundings that seemed like the dungeon where he held me, Norgarth lying unconscious. I could see Naevres pacing back and forth, looking anxious. Then…the ruckus of Wengarthria and soldiers led by a woman. She is beautiful. She looks familiar. She remotely reminds me of my mother. She reminds me of the woman who tortured Marcellus’ mother. She reminds me of….me? Is that my infamous maternal grandmother, Noosha? If Marcellus wasn’t lying when he told me that his mother was the tormented woman from my hell
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Like being buried alive
Marcellus POV I can feel it all. But I cannot move an inch. I am trapped within my own body. It feels like being buried alive. Well, serves me right for trusting the little vixen. For the first time since the death of my mother, I lowered my guard. And to the spawn of my mother's killer, nonetheless. So, every figment of torture that Noosha put me through, gosh, I have well deserved it. I have betrayed my mother. After a gut-wrenching and harrowing torture she endured to keep me alive, after giving up on her life for me to live, what did I do with the chance given? I tossed it all. For whom? Fucking moron, that’s what I am. When I get hold of them, I will burn them all. And this dickhead Conrad is first on my list. I mean, after Noosha, of course. He demeaned my father to a position of a cuckold and an idiot whose wife was fucking around before his eyes. And this is just one of his minor sins.As soon as those thoughts came across my mind, motherfuckers boot merged with my face as he
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The battle for Damnarynth
Malleteagan’s POVWe are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my waist, soaking our clothes with gooey, yucky and sticky substance. Gah, this is disgusting—the pungent, retch-inducing stench of the swampy channels cluttered with the foul odour of damned souls. The stench does more damage to us than arachnoids. The arachnoids are just pesky spider-like creatures fu
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