The prince's abused Mate

Pain

Loneliness, pain, pain. That is all I grew up with. I wipe my tears and put my mother's picture back on the coffee table. Startled by the voice that shouts.

" You f*****g w***e, where did you put it!" That's my sister, Alice. I can hear her growls and snarls coming from her bedroom upstairs.

My name is Amara Adamson. I am sixteen years old. I'm 5'9ft, with raven hair that touches my lower back, grey eyes, full lips, snow-fair skin tone, and a slim, perfectly curved body.

I live in a royal city ruled by the werewolf King Rayan Altamonte and Queen Lucille Lavigne Altamonte. They are mighty, kind, and fair leaders.

I was adopted into the Adamson family when I was two years old after they found me in the ruins of a packhouse in Australia.

The Adamson family are prominent members of society and very rich. The patriarch of the family works in the bureaucracy, a high official office in the city, and works closely with the king's council.

Everything was alright, and I lived happily until my adopted mother, Clara, was killed.

She was everything a mother should be: Beautiful, kind, and charismatic. She spent most of her time at home, taking care of us.

Four years ago, one day, I was playing with my little sister Lulu; she was five, and I was twelve. We wandered far from home and out of the city border somehow. It was dark when we decided to go home, but we suddenly stopped when we heard whispering and arguments nearby. I placed an index finger on my sister's lips to signal silence. There was a group of people arguing. Six were rogues, I could tell by their scents, and three were handsome vampires. Their eyes were ruby, and their skin was white.

Sensing us, one said

" As young pups in a pack, don't they teach you how to control your heartbeat in times like that? I heard you the moment you came."

They all turned to us. I swallowed thickly, and my breath hitched. I gripped my sister's hand while backing away.

" Sorry, we- we- were lost," I stuttered.

" Well, well, boys, look what we have here. I already see millions," one of the rogues muttered with a mischievous glint on his scary face.

" Or blood. My wolf has been craving flesh lately," another added. I felt my eyes pool with tears. Rogues have no control over their animal instincts and hence can eat flesh.

While the rogues debated on what to do with us, either kill or hold us as captives for a ransom, the vampires were calmly watching with bored expressions on their sharp-featured faces. My little sister was crying for good now.

" We can make a lot of cash,"

" I want their blood," As one spoke, he began to approach us with a grin, but before he could grab me, a cold, calm tone said.

" Enough, you're scaring them," my neck snapped at the vampire who spoke. He was tall and handsome, with brown to almost black hair and sharp features that made him look like an angel in my twelve-year-old mind.

" Prince Aiden, the kids have to die. They might tell others that we were talking," the rogue growled.

The vampire narrowed his gaze and walked toward him stealthily. His moves were calculative as he grabbed the rogue by the neck. With ease, he lifted him in the air and choked the life out of him. I hugged Lulu and covered my eyes as I heard a snap and a loud thud. Growls erupted, and I opened my eyes.

" I said you are not harming them," the vampire's voice was calm but firm. His gaze was on me, and when he smiled, I could see his fangs, but he looked very handsome still, a twinkle of gold flashing in his eyes.

"Can you let us go, please?" I ask timidly, tears streaming down my face.

" Sure, she can go, but wouldn't you want to come with me, Princess?" he asks gently. I looked down at my terrified sister and shook my head negatively. She was holding me tightly and crying loudly.

" I want, mummy," Lulu croaked, holding me tighter and crying loudly.

" Okay, little kitten, go. I'll see you in a few years," the vampire smiled and kissed my hair; four guards and my mother showed up before we could move.

" Stay away from my children!" Mom growled. She tried to run to us, but a guard held her arm. What happened next was so fast. My sister somehow got out of my grasp and ran towards Mom, but a rogue jumped on her, and Mom shapeshifted.

Loud growls resonated, and a vicious fight broke out. Our guards pounced on the rogues immediately, and fur and growls filled the area.

"MOM! LULU!" I screamed, trying to go to them, but the vampire held my wrist. His hold was not hurting, but I couldn't escape it either.

" I won't harm you," he cooed as two men approached him.

" We have to leave. These rogues are f*****g idiots!" the blonde vampire shouted. He looked angry.

" What's your name?" I heard the vampire ask. Even in the middle of a harsh fight, he was composed; I squirmed to get out of his arms; I couldn't care less about him. My mind was on my mother, who was fighting a rogue. She looked injured, and it made me cry loudly.

I felt the vampire kiss my hair one more time before disappearing. All the rogues were dead. It was a bloody sight.

" Did the vampires kill some?" I heard one of our drivers ask. I smiled at my mother when she looked at me, but it faltered when she fell to the ground and shifted back.

" Mom!" my voice quivered as I raced towards her and knelt beside her. She was bleeding badly.

" Call paramedics now," Jared, the head guard, ordered.

I felt strong arms lift me from the ground; they were taking me away from my mother while I kicked and screamed to be released. I needed to be with her.

" Put pressure on the wound,"

"It's a silver dagger,"

The voices were distant; I couldn't hear over my wailing and begging her not to die. Through blurred eyes, I realized a female guard was holding me from behind while another held my sister's arm.

A few minutes later, paramedics arrived, and she was taken to the hospital. My mother fought for her life and, at one point, fell into a coma. We visited her at the hospital every day, and she wouldn't stop smiling while I cried and blamed myself, but she told me not to; it wasn't my fault and that I should be strong.

My mother died two weeks later, and everything changed. My family hated me and blamed me for her death. At first, they would abuse me verbally, and every small thing I did would result in harsh punishment, but I didn't think much of us; as time went by, it came to blows and kicks. They denied me meals at times, and the loneliness in my heart was too much for me to bear, and I started hurting myself; if I bled, I felt better. I tried to end my life several times, but my wolf, Rhudo, healed me; unlike me, she's a fighter and intends to keep the promise I made to my mother.