Semua Bab The Accused Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Amara’s POVThe night air scorched my lungs as I gasped for breath, stumbling out of the ballroom. My heels crashed against the marble as I walked, but it barely made a sound over the echo of laughter, of whispers, of my humiliation spreading out in front of them all.How dare he say that to me? How could my father let him insult me like this? Was I only a slave to them? All he ever did was hide me. What did I ever do to him or them? I hated them. And now I hated the fact the moon goddess was cruel enough to give me a mate. One who didn't care about me or my feelings. I ran into my room, closing the door shut. His words continued to ring in my head and wouldn't stop. “I, Alpha Elias Beaumont, reject you, Amara Kings, as my mate.”“Please, stop,” I begged, crouching to the floor. “Just stop, please. It's too much.”I closed my eyes, but the words were etched into my flesh, a pain that wouldn’t go away. The mate bond ripped apart within me, one strand at a time, scorching my blood. M

Amara's POVI couldn't scream. I was taken from my pack and made a prisoner in his own pack. For the first time I heard my father defend me. It made me feel happy even if it was for a moment. He had never taken me as his daughter all these years. I knew he didn't want to lose his last heir, but it was still better than not having him say a word in my favour. The men threw me into the cell and I crashed to the floor hitting my body hard. I groaned and lifted my face only to feel a sickening fist land on my face. “Murderer,” he spat and I coughed. The blood choked in my throat and I let it out. I wanted to argue, to prove my innocence, but I didn't. What was the point? “What a loser?” The voice continued. “You had to kill your sister because you were dumped. Pathetic bitch!” The next thing I felt was his hand pulling my hair, making me yelp. I struggled and his hand smacked me. I was doomed. There was no one going to save me. When he lifted his fist, I gasped, closing my eyes

Amara's POVI was still here, alive and a prisoner. I hate it. If I ever got my hands on Luther, I would….Do nothing.My mind reminded me of my limits. I looked around, at the prison walls. It was cold and wet. My dried blood filled my nose. It was dull and my wolf howled. How much longer?How much more before something inside of me just…broke?I licked my dry lips, wetting them with my saliva a little. I was thirsty and my throat felt dry. I was starving and my body ached from my wounds. They were healing slowly because my wolf was hurt. And worst of all, perhaps? I was suicidal. The thought lingered around me like an anchor below the water, keeping me down lower than anything in my body could.I compelled my fingers to my chest, over my heart, where the mate bond throbbed like an infected wound. Elias. His name was venom in my veins. I hated him. I needed to be free of him. The urge burned me bright, wild with desperation. I ached to reject him. Here. Now. I clenched my