Scarred and discarded, Ava was betrayed by the people she loved most–her mother, her sister, and her fated mate. In her death, she begged the Moon Goddess for vengeance, and she was granted a rebirth. Reborn as a Princess in another pack, she is now tied to a dark fate, she is still scared, ugly, and worse, bound to a powerful demon Alpha king with his own tragic past and a haunting secret: he had loved her once before... and killed her. Will Ava's thirst for vengeance consume her? Or will she find peace in the arms of the very man fate cursed to fall for her again?
View MoreAva's POV
They say scars fade with time. But mine? Mine only grew deeper. Like a cruel signature, it adorned my face.
_Flashback_
"Oh no, what's that?"
"Maybe it's black coal?" another child said, staring at my face as I looked down.
"Come, get away from her," their mother said, dragging them along.
"Don't you ever look at her again. Unless you want to end up like that," she warned, gesturing toward my face.
"What's that, Mum?" the youngest of the boys asked.
"Her face is a canvas, but guess who painted on it? The devil," she joked cruelly.
A tear escaped my eyelid.
"Her face is the devil's canvas, and that scar is his artwork." Her words pierced deep into my soul.
Why was I constantly blamed for something I had no control over?
Why was I always abused?
Did I ask to be born this way? I asked no one but myself.
That was three years ago. Nothing much had changed—except the abuse had become more of a routine... like a schedule I followed.
SLAP!
A slender hand collided with my cheek, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Are you deaf?" my elder sister, Vera, sneered. Her voice was cold like wet venom.
I barely blinked before the second slap landed. My face stung from the pain that shot through.
I held my face as I took in the pain from both cheeks.
"Don't you ever look me straight in the eyes, you Scarface Princess!"
That was the nickname I got when I once dared to ask why they didn't treat me like a princess.
"Are you a princess? A Scarface Princess, I guess," my mother had responded, making everyone laugh.
"I'm sorry, Vera," I mumbled.
"What?!" she snapped, squeezing my ears.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I corrected myself. Vera had warned me never to call her by her name.
She adjusted her dark-shaded glasses, the ones she always wore whenever she had to see me.
"You have three hours," she said coldly, "Mum wants all thirty-eight bedrooms lit and glowing. Make dinner, clean and iron the clothes, wash mine carefully—don't you dare ruin anything or you will regret it. When you are done, milk all the cows. That should be just in time for you to set the table for dinner."
"Am I clear?"
How in God's name was I supposed to do all that in three hours? Besides, we had maids for these tasks! I wanted to protest, but I didn't want another slap.
"Clear, ma'am," I whispered.
"Good. Now get to work," Vera ordered before leaving me in my crabby cell of a room.
I started immediately. As I passed the garden, the garden smelled of roses and mockery—beautiful yet thorny like the maids who sat lazing around.
Classic me... Ava, the maid of maids.
"Hey, don't let that water touch me," one of them sneered as I rinsed the clothes I had washed. The others burst out laughing.
I swallowed their insults and focused on my work.
By the time I finished most of my tasks, it was time to cook for our guests. I worked tirelessly, knowing Vera had deliberately assigned me an impossible workload.
I set the table and went to call them for dinner. As I approached, Vera descended the stairs, walking like a queen, her posture mocking a true princess.
She reached the dining table, grabbing the tablecloth, and flipped it over, sending all the food crashing to the ground.
"We'll be eating out tonight. We don't want trash," she smirked. "Clean this up before we get back."
My fists clenched. She knew they were never going to eat at home. She just wanted to punish me.
My hand stretched to pick up the broken dishes, but before I could, Vera stomped on my hand, pressing it against the shattered glass.
I screamed as sharp pain shot through me.
"Ouch! Does it hurt?" Vera mocked.
"Vera, why?" I cried, not caring that I had used her name. "Why are you doing this to me? Aren't I your sister?"
"May the moon goddess curse you if you ever call me that again," she spat. "And to answer your—"
"Why?" I asked, my voice breaking, interrupting her words.
"Why?" She smirked, "Because you're ugly. You're a stigma to us. Dad left because of you. You're a Scarface bitch." She flicked her gown at my face and walked away.
I crumbled to the floor, crying, silently begging the heavens for a way out of my miserable existence.
I walked through the grand hall after Vera had left. And by the time I finished ironing and placing the clothes in everyone's rooms, it was past 2 AM. All thanks to the injury that she had inflicted on me, which made me slow. After one last check, I whispered to myself, Finally, a few minutes of rest.
I lay down in my room, wondering how differently my life would have been if I didn't have this so-called 'devil's artwork' on my face. The thought that should have lulled me into much-needed sleep didn't. Instead, I couldn't help but wonder.
Two days from now... that was my last straw of hope.
I would be eighteen, and it so happened to be the same date the mating ceremony would take place this year.
I prayed the moon goddess would be merciful enough for me to find a mate... But what if he didn't accept me...
I sighed as I gave way to my eyes.
...
I thought the day couldn't get worse until swine piss soaked my last hope of dignity.
SPLASH!
A bucket of swine pee was dumped over me.
I gasped, choking on the stench. My skin burned from the filth.
"What the hell—" I had started.
"What is your lazy ass still doing sleeping by this time?"
My head tilted to the side as I glanced at the clock that kept ticking. It was barely a few minutes after 4 in the morning.
I looked up, my heart sinking.
"Greetings, Mother," I choked out.
"I have warned you countless times," she snapped, "never call me that!"
She let her gaze linger on me, staring at my scar, hoping it would disappear into my skin, but as always, she was disappointed.
"You are my curse," she spat. "My greatest mistake was birthing you."
Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the foul liquid that clung to my skin.
"Why are all the rooms a mess?"
"What?" I barely got the word out before—
SLAP!
I had barely registered her presence in my room.
"Are you questioning Mom?" Vera taunted. Then, turning to our mother, she smirked. "Mom, she's useless to us. What do you say we sell her off?"
"Sell her?" Vera's words hung in the air, not as a joke, but a plan already too real.
I turned to my mother, hoping—praying—for a different answer.
But deep down, I already knew what was coming.
Corvin's POV A damning silence hung in the air after I asked the question. We both seemed to have frozen the second the question was asked. Her eyes stared into mine with an unreadable expression. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before her expression changed, this time turning furious."You dare to ask me that stupid question, Alpha Corvin," she growled as her eyes glowed and her bloodlust increased. She looked ready to kill me right now. Her fists clenched, and I could already see signs of shifting. It would seem that I had touched an incredibly sensitive subject.I can't blame her for her anger though. If the child died after my attack, then I obviously killed the child, and if the child somehow survived, then I have no right to the child I attempted to murder along with the mother."I know I have no right to—""No, you don't, you bastard!" she yelled as she slammed her palm on the table. "You don't know anything, you good-for-nothing jerk!" "I deserve t
VIV"Good morning, Alpha," Beatrice's voices roused me from my sleep as I reluctantly rolled over to my side and stared at her with drowsy eyes."Did you have alcohol last night?" she inquired with a serious expression as she checked my temperature for a fever. "Your temperature is normal.""I didn't have any alcohol," I groaned as I dragged myself up to a sitting position. "I simply waited tables for hours on end. I never knew waiting tables was that tasking.""You waited tables?" she asked with a raised brow. "Why is the Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack waiting tables?" I chuckled as I fell back on the bed."I visited the family I had long missed," I smiled. "The business we were going to start together is now a thriving one under their care. I didn't get to raise the business to its present level so the least I could do was help out in the meager way I could. So, I helped them attend to the customers. A more tasking undertaking than I'd like to admit.""Is that why you didn't want me
CORVINThe night was quite restless for me as thoughts of Viv never left my mind.I got word that she had returned but as expected, she didn't come to me like I requested. I wasn't exactly mad at that, even though it annoyed me. She came quite late and the guard reported that she had bags that seem to contain food. She probably ate and rested. That wasn't much of a problem but my anxiety from earlier hasn't settled, and even worse I had something new creep up my mind, further muddling it.What if she had gone to see a man?I shook my head at the thought. It was simply inconceivable.For all her drastic changes and all, one thing remained consistent about the Viv I knew and Alpha Vivian. They were both hopelessly introverted.Viv had never been to keep friends. I never investigated her personal life but I saw her quite a lot around the mansion when she wasn't with me and she had never been with anyone. Vivian is more or less the same. Her position as Alpha might be a factor, but
Vivian's POV I stretched my tired limbs as the day drew to a close. It's been a busy day at the café restaurant and I could barely take any more of serving one more plate. I wonder how Helena and Hannah managed. Especially the little Kiara."How to you do this everyday?" I couldn't help but ask as I plopped into the closest seat to me."I see that the strength of an Alpha doesn't translate to manual labour, huh?" Helena teased as she sat down as well. "We do this everyday so we are more or less used to it by now. You should have seen me for the first few weeks. I almost quit and went back to the mansion but I hated the Alpha too much to do so. Especially since I thought he killed you."Ignoring the mention of Corvin and his terrible transgressions, i replied;"If I had known it would be this tough, I probably would have run away."Helena laughed as she wiped sweat off her face. "The Viv I know would never do that. You couldn't bear the thought of us quitting so you had already deci
Corvin's POV "She isn't in the mansion," I mumbled as I sorted through the stack of documents on my desk. "Where could she have gone?"My mind wandered as I worked on the documents, greatly affecting my concentration. "Did she have any friends during her stay in the pack? If she did, then who were they? How much do they know about us?"From what I knew about her, she was an orphan with no family. That was all I needed to know as she wasn't worth the effort of a background check. I never tried knowing more about her and she never talked about herself. She was quite submissive and taciturn. I palmed my head in disappointment at myself for not investigating further. If there was anything I knew for sure, it was the fact that she didn't go around telling anyone about our affair, just like I told her to. That changes if she had a friend or a group of friends she could communicate with within the mansion. The proximity and her dependency at the time would have loosened her tongue and s
Vivian's POV Hannah remained silent for a few minutes and then eventually let out a sigh."I'm sorry, Viv," she smiled. "Thank you for the offer, but we can't run away from the pack and abandon all the people we know."Helena gave her mother the stink eye."Why are you so sentimental?" I sighed as already knew this was going to turn into an argument. They've had arguments on Hannah's sentimental nature multiple times. They even had it when Hannah decided to buy this place and turn it into a diner when she could have saved up and bought a better building. I had left just when the café and restaurant was to be opened."Helena, calm down," I said, trying to diffuse the situation before it turned into a heated argument as usual."She just won't listen to reason," Helena yelled. "It's obvious those invisible bastards are cooking up something devious. For all we know, we might get slaughtered in our sleep!""That won't happen!" Hannah retorted. "This place is almost impossible to find wi
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