Fifteen Mates.

LOST MATE.

I was tired as f**k after pouring out so many tears, sitting on the ground with my knees to my breasts, weeping like there was no tomorrow.

My eyes were swollen, my throat hurt so badly from too much crying and murmurs.

My heart pounded as I remembered the scene all over again.

How my parents were brutally slain and torn apart as I hid behind the bush back then.

I can never forget that day, not till my demise.

I can’t ever forget how that monster murdered my parents in front of me, making me an orphan.

Yet, I had to endure it, even though it broke my heart.

It caused me so much misery and sadness, but I am going to make him pay for it, make him suffer what my parents had gone through. He made me who I am now, and I have lost everything that I can ever call my own. I lost countless lives, loved ones during the war, and my best friend disappeared.

I was an heir to the pack, and I couldn’t protect my people. My clan who I held so dear to me was being taken away from me by my mate.

My mate wasn’t who I hoped for him to be. He wasn’t what I always wished for him to be. He was a man w***e, a man who loved women, any type of women he wanted, he could get them.

And that broke my heart. I never expected him to stoop so low, to the extent of gathering women, Omegas, shameless female alphas around him. I felt devastated. It wasn’t what I hoped for.

My dreams were broken when he would bang them in front of me without no remorse, without checking how hurt I felt.

That’s the sort of mate I got, a monster and a horny dog.

Damn the moon goddess for making my life this miserable. I hate her and I wish she hadn’t found such a mate for me.

I don’t want him as my mate. I wish I could see another one or die and be brought back to life in another pack.

If I stay with this Alpha, I will kill him with my bare hands. I detest him so much already and I can’t wait to deal with him.

I was going to avenge my parent’s death. I swear on their grave that I was going to cut off his head and present it to them.

He messed up my life.

I was all alone. I had no one by my side, no brothers, no siblings, no family. In the werewolves’ world, I’m the only offspring of my father’s lineage and my father’s pack, the only daughter, the only survivor who was dragged into another Alpha’s pack to become a slave. That’s what I have become.

I was going to take my vengeance and take whatever he cherishes and ruin him. That’s my goal.

I wouldn’t let him rest in peace after what he did to me and all that remains now is for him to rot in the blazes of fire.

I got up and walked tirelessly out of the mansion, going to the outside clan, ignoring the wolves I was bumping into.

“Watch your way, slut.’ One of them shouted.

Some of them glared at me, but I wasn’t in the mood for their talks, so I just went along absentmindedly and wiped off my tears.

My body was all weary from the work I did for hours with no rest, a group of people celebrating some sort of ceremony caught my attention.

I was drawn to the party; it was so beautiful, the best thing I could ever imagine.

I smiled at the people dancing and rushed to go look at him.

It reminded me of my parents and how they love to dance and party all over the clan.

The celebration looked similar to my life in the pack. My gazes welled up with tears. I ran to the party and began dancing to my heart’s content.

The beat, the music, everything felt like I was in my pack.

I danced and danced with tears in my eyes, imagining nearly everyone who was dancing that night, the people who hugged me, laughed, and rejoiced with me on that day.

I was so overwhelmed with excitement and did as I pleased.

I could hear my parent’s voices in my head, informing me I should put on a warm jacket to cover my body from the cold.

I should wear a beautiful gown to attract my mate and eat properly and not get fat.

"Come, eat your favourite streak" They invariably say those words to me.

Those were the good times.

I was in so much pain that I took a bottle of wine nearby and drank to my heart’s content.

I was quite dizzy, giggling as I staggered and bumped into some Alpha.

His chest was quite firm, his hair was so red and long, I couldn’t see him clearly, but I knew he was an Alpha.

That’s it.

I turned to him, smiling like some i***t, and pointed two of my fingers at him like a gun.

“I…will shoot you.’ I drunkenly stated, and belched loudly.

How embarrassing!

I could hear the men behind him laughing.

I ignored them, mumbled a few words, and continued pointing at him. “Who…who are you?’ I grumbled and staggered even more and lunged forward and my forehead hit him on the chest.

He didn’t seem shaken at all, he just stood still.

“Are you the one…” I staggered and bent forward like some giraffe. “You…ar…are one ... .one of those…barbarians,” I shouted as loud as I could for him to hear me because the music was so loud. “Who killed my parents right?’’ I shouted one more time, went to him and hugged him.

Unexpectedly, I felt his hands roam around my back as I blacked out.

I woke up the next morning, yawned loudly and realised a sort of sharp pain came up between my legs.

I was naked under the white blanket.