Chosen for the Lycan

Ava’s POV No one knew where I came from, but they knew enough to consider me a bad omen. It was said that I was found on a lonely path and that I was about five and couldn't remember a thing, so my new parents kept me… “What are you doing Ava? you are supposed to make breakfast” I looked away from the strawberry-blonde woman with a perfect face whose eyes were boring into my soul. “Yes Ma’am” I could still feel her stare shooting lasers at my back as I fidgetted with the kitchen cabinets until I found a plate and fork. “Sorry, sorry”. I quickly moved around the counter and went to make some scrambled eggs. It was only when she left the kitchen that I could breathe properly again. My head was spinning and my stomach churning. A strange feeling of unease gripped my chest. It wasn't just the fact that she stared at me like an animal; she also seemed to know what I thought. And that unnerved me even more than her staring. I still remember when I got home from school and met her- Aun

Ava’s POV “No, no, no!” I yelled before jumping up. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as they fell down to the collar of my shirt. My heart pounded in my chest and my hands shook. The room spun a little and I tried to steady myself by placing both palms on the little worn out table beside my bed. I saw him again, his smell of booze and cigarettes haunted my dreams, his rough hands that felt like sandpaper against my skin and those dark eyes. A wave of heat and anger rushed through my system as I grabbed the small glass bottle from the table. In one quick movement, I threw it at the wall opposite me with all of my strength. It shattered into millions of pieces and the scent of the pills mixed with herbs assaulted my nose, making me retch. I took several deep breaths while wiping away the beads of sweat from my face and neck with the back of my hand before climbing out of my bed. I put on some clean clothes and then headed downstairs. Aunt Portia wasn't speaking to me but her act

Ava’s POV I was still in my room when I heard noises at the front door. The sound of knocking on the door wasn't familiar. Usually I wouldn't even hear it if it were a guest or someone who had already left. But it was so loud that it overpowered the noise from Aunt Portia's guests. I could hear the neighs of horses and the sound of carriage wheels against gravel. A man spoke and the sounds of conversation filled my room. I disobeyed Aunt Portia as I walked towards the door and peeked through the peephole. When I saw that har guests were leaving all at once, I stepped out as well. There were men outside in horses and they all stood behind one who was their leader . He wore a black cloak and he looked as intimidating as a knight of old. But he wasn't just any knight. “Who are you and what do you want?” Aunt Portia yelled at them. I wasn't surprised, she had always been a bold woman. Her guests just stood there waiting for the drama to unfold . They didn't seem too shocke

LeonIt had been five years since I lost the love of my life, my Luna, wife and mate. To everyone else, it was just one of those deaths, but to me, it was the end of my world. For five long years, it had been a never-ending torment. No pain I experienced was as horrible as that of that day. I lost myself.Sometimes it felt like I was in a stranger's body watching everything from the outside. It didn’t matter how much time went by, I knew no time would pass quickly enough for my heart to heal from her loss. Now the moon goddess mocked me. She had me fated to that puny girl I had picked as collateral damage. Of all women, she chose the weakest and most cowardly one.“She is a witch or probably cursed, whatever happened is not normal” My mother, the queen mother said to me.“I don't give a damn about who she is mother, I don't even want her. Now go and get some rest, you must be tired,” I replied with cold indifference. “I want to know everything” The queen mother said firmly.

AvaWe were. lead into what seemed like a banquet hall, with people dressed in various styles filling it up to the rafters. It was dark outside as far as I could see, but the room was decorated with lights that flickered and buzzed from the inside out. The king was seated on his throne and his guests began to cheer him when we walked in.I wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. I didn't even mind being under Aunt Portia’s roof and receiving punishment, anywhere but here.When the king rose up, the cheering died down to whispers of awe and respect. He looked at us for a moment and then said in a voice like thunder, “I decided to throw this feast to celebrate the Alpha of the neighboring pack, Alpha Dean, who recently won a battle against the crystal pack. Before we go on with the feast, I'd like him to pick any slave girl of his choice” The King motioned to the blonde haired man who moved forward, looking at each girl as if we were commodities.When he stopped in front of me, s