The Lycan's Miserable Queen

ALL LEFT IN RUINS- HER WORST NIGHTMARE

ALL LEFT IN RUINS- HER WORST NIGHTMARE

Adelaide had strutted out of the room content that she had said her piece, but torn apart by bereavement. As she walked out of the front doors, ignoring all the lovely farewell wishes she received from the courteous staff, her eyes were dry of tears, but her heart was aching. She was suffering from the worst degree of dolor. She mourned the death of a marriage she never thought would be ruptured to pieces by the worst betrayal a spouse can commit, in tears; barely able to concentrate on the road as she drove to the humble abode she used to call home.

Pulling up the driveway, Adelaide parked the car before releasing all of her pent up anger and pain.

"f**k you Igan! After everything that I have done for you! I hate you, f**k you Igan!" Her fists slammed into the steering wheel and aggressive, animalistic growls flowed out of her in rapid succession.

She had lost everything, she had sacrificed everything, all for a man who did not love her just as intensely and robustly as he had promised to love her.

Because of Bovigan, she no longer had a family.

Her father had disowned her and his last words to her were of his utter disappointment in her and even after five years, remembering the cold, unforgiving look in his eyes as he addressed her, cleaved her heart in half like a sword. Once she had grown wary of alarming her neighbors with the continuous honks she was causing, Adelaide left the car and found her way inside the modest house she had called home for three years.

Looking around her, at the bare minimum she had to settle for and had settled for happily- she finally grasped the severity of the consequences of her actions, she finally acknowledged just how much she had lost. All the residents of the this small town knew her to be is an unqualified caregiver at the most popular old age home in Clerkvont. Most of the folks loved her, admired her sweet nature, while some could not resist pointing out her outlandish accent, her strikingly foreign features and her lack of a proper education. Adelaide did not have the degree the other nurses in the establishment she was employed by had to flash, but she did her job better than the rest of them. If her father could see her in such lows, he would be proud.

Adelaide had chosen a future that was not destined for her. Eveyone in Clerkvont saw her as nothing but another struggling youth doing all she can to get by, because they did not know that she was a princess, a wolf of royal blood, who had strayed terribly.

Adelaide was born into the Veildar dynasty. For sixteen years of her life, she pride herself in being the first heiress of King Warbon Veildar and she was a princess known throughout every wolf territory she knew of and even others she did not know to exist. Being the Alpha King's beloved daughter and the princess of one of the most successful, powerful packs in the world: The Pure Bloods pack, 'the Moon Goddess' chosen ones', was a title that elevated her to eminence that would fiercely call for envy from anyone. As godly as the status made her feel, it did not come without undesirable consequences and one of those consequences was what led her to losing her position in the dynasty and royal hierarchy to her little sister: Quesce. Most of the time she felt as though everything she had lost and will lose was her father's fault.

She was just ten years old when her father told her that as soon as she turns eighteen, she will be given away in marriage to the Lycan prince of the Feral dynasty. He had decided her fate just to secure his cordial alliance with the kingdom of Bane. The Pure Bloods did not believe in the mate bond, pairing was only determined by one factor and that was the degree of benefit the mating will bear. Her father mated with the strongest gamma from the Dark Seers Pack , a sacred White wolf blessed with clairvoyance; her mother and they were not mates, he only mated with her to strengthen his bloodline. Power was all that mattered to the Pure Bloods, but Adelaide had always perceived life differently.

For years after the marriage was arranged, Adelaide was not allowed to even entertain the thought of dating anyone and she had to make sure to keep her crushes and any romantic interest she developed a secret. She once made the mistake of disclosing her feelings towards one of her classmates at the royals' academy to her personal maid and the woman ran with the news to her father and her father over exaggerated so much, he transferred her to a different academy the very next day.

Her strict father had managed to keep her in line for seven years and she had reserved herself for her betrothed until she was seventeen years old. A week after her seventeenth birthday, she met Bovigan and he turned her world upside down. Igan was the son of a rival pack's beta and her father absolutely despised Igan's father and had held a grudge against him for years, even before they were born. The Pure Bloods and the Silver Streaks were now beyond mortal enemy status, the enmity between the packs was fierce and their acrid history was general knowledge to every wolf, so Adelaide knew she was playing with fire when she welcomed him into her life with open arms. Igan was four years older, unlike anyone she had ever encountered before, he had such a thrilling edge to him, he was lethal in persuasion and despite his rank, he was unapologetically himself.

She remembered the nights she would bribe the guards and run into the forest just to see him, every second of freedom felt so luxurious and gratifying and she quickly became addicted to that feeling. Adelaide had not intended on falling in love with the enemy, but she did and she fell madly in love with him, despite him not being her mate. When she turned eighteen, she was hopeful that he would be her mate, but that would have been too good to be true. The Moon Goddess was not insane, she would never pair a Pure Blood and a Silver Streak, that would be against the laws of nature even.

Just a week before Adelaide and her father were scheduled to visit the Lycan palace and discuss the details of her arranged marriage and when a grand ceremony will be had, Adelaide ran away with Bovigan during the night so she could avoid meeting the infamous Lycan Prince and performing all the rituals that would have came along with the first meeting. Defying her father was by far the bravest thing she has ever done. Running away from her pack and losing her father's protection was not easy, at first her and Bovigan would seek refuge in neighboring packs but her father's men kept tracking them down and attempting to kill Bovigan, so they decided to move to human lands, knowing they would be safer there and be able to blend with the humans.

Once they had settled in human society, Igan only waited for her to turn eighteen and married her. She thought they would be happy forever, she wanted to bring up the topic of starting a family, in fact she was planning to do so this very night during their date at the hotel, but all those plans had been shattered, along with her heart.

For love, she had risked it all and for so many years she thought it was worth it, now she just did not know.

The door opened just as she was about to drift off to sleep and she peered over her shoulder and sneered when she noticed who it was.

"Adelaide…" He called for her softly and knelt in front of her, but Adelaide just turned her back to him and curled up on the couch comfortably, pretending to go back to sleep immediately.

"I just want to talk," he sighed wearily when he received no response, then laid his hand on her exposed shoulder, "I did not want for you to find out that way, I was going to tell-"

Before he could even finish uttering the rest of what he wanted to say, she jerked her shoulder and snarled at him.

"Going to tell me what, Igan?! Do not lie to me and say that it was a mistake! I do not care what you have to say, I still want a divorce." She was crying yet again, she hated how much she could not resist presenting this weak version of herself to him. She was a princess, she had to bear herself with dignity always.

"And worst of all, you cheat on me with a human, a human of all creatures," she sniffled, her slim fingers sweeping below her eyes, wiping away her tears as they fell, "If I had known that you would disrespect me like this, I would have listened to my father. A f*****g human! Was I that bad?"

For a moment Bovigan was rendered speechless and could not articulate any of his thoughts. His wolf could only feel a little of his rue and gripping sadness as he watched his first love cry out her heart ache, because of the lack of the bond. He had learnt not to listen to his wolf over the years because he wanted to be with Adelaide, but now he could no longer ignore his voice, ignore that greater part of him. When Bovigan gazed at her with great sadness in his eyes, or another emotion she possibly could have mistaken for rue and sadness, she felt a wave of sundering pain tug at her heart and decided to stand up and leave. Once her back turned to him and she covered a few steps in the direction of the stairs, Bovigan finally found his voice and shocked her.

"She is not a human. Her name is Chartlotte, she is a werewolf." He revealed in a deflated tone, he really dreaded having to tell her the rupturing truth.

Adelaide stilled, taking a moment to exhale deeply before her head tilted and she looked over her shoulder, avoiding his eyes as she stared at him.

"How come I did not detect her scent?"

And what business would a she-wolf have in human lands? Did he invite her here? Those questions she reserved for herself and her anger simmered when he sighed again and rubbed his temples. He was unnecessarily prolonging this conversation and had she not needed answers, she would have given him the silent treatment until he signs the divorce papers.

"She is scent-less, she is the daughter of King Thorian Pyth of the BloodBorne pack…." He took a brief pause, hemmed and hawed before he dreadfully revealed. "And… she is my mate…."

"What?!" Adelaide exclaimed, a wild look in her eyes. "She is your mate?!" Her ears had not deceived her. Those were the worst three words she had ever heard her entire life. And he had more frittering confessions to make.