4. White Meets Gold

AQUAMARINE’S POV

“No! No!” I screamed, struggling against the wolf on top of me.

My eyes flew to Beta Liam. “F-father!” my voice cracked, “P-please s-save me!”

I didn't care if he'd hit me later for calling him father, but I didn't want to die. At least not now.

“P-please! S-save me, father!” But he didn't do anything.

None of them did.

Even with my blurry vision and the amount of tears streaming down my face, I could still see the look on their faces as I was dragged out of the palace.

“G-goddess Luna, p-please do something," I desperately prayed silently. One of the guards tied a rag tightly over my mouth, gagging me and increasing the pain on my bruised cheek.

As the guards dragged me through the street, rotten food and vegetables were thrown at me from all angles.

Upon reaching the execution centre, another group of guards in dark uniforms approached us.

"Hand her over, we'll take it from here." one of them growled.

The palace guards hesitated like they were uncertain about it.

However, the leader of the new group snapped, "Orders from the Alpha!" and the palace guards released their grip on me.

The new guards seized me, their grasp colder and harder than before. Then I noticed they were taking me in another direction, towards the woods.

I struggled against their hold, but they dragged me relentlessly through the woods, till we arrived deep inside. There was an old abandoned building with more guards outside and a high fence.

The guards tossed me inside a room, causing me to land hard on the dusty floor. My leg was chained to the wooden bed stand. I heard the door lock behind me and I was left alone.

After hours of trying to loosen the tight rag over my mouth, the door creaked open. Clinton stood by the doorway, his eyes locked onto mine with his lips curved into a smirk.

"You've always been a deadly temptation I couldn't resist," he said. "Your curves, your full breasts, wide hips, and small waist - every part of you drives me wild."

He started walking towards me, his expression twisting in disgust. "But let's be clear. I never loved you, never even liked you. You're still an abomination," he spat. “A freak, a creature that shouldn't exist among our kind."

So this is what he wants? He just wanted my body. He just wanted to have sex with me. How could he? I can't believe I loved this man.

"Even though I have my Luna, it doesn't change a thing. She's my power partner, but you... you're my secret indulgence."

His words sent shivers down my spine.

Clinton's eyes blazed with lust as he pinned me to the dirty floor. He loosened the rag from my mouth and immediately forced his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He ripped my gown, exposing my skin to the cold air. I cried out, begging for help.

Goddess Luna, please send me a helper! I would rather die than let him have his way with me.

Just as all hope seemed lost, I caught the scent of something intoxicating. It was like nothing I'd ever smelled before. It was addictive, earthy, and seductive.

I was confused; why could I perceive this scent now, after Clinton had rejected me? It didn't make sense, but it was much more intoxicating than Clinton's.

The scent grew stronger, filling my senses and I pushed against Clinton, trying to break free from his grasp.

"Stop!" I shouted. "Get off me!"

Clinton's face twisted in rage, his eyes blazing with a vicious intensity that made my blood run cold.

"You think you can reject me?" he snarled.

He slapped me, and my head spun. My vision was blurry as pain exploded across my cheek.

"You will submit to me! Bond or no bond!" he growled. He ripped my undergarments, tearing them apart like paper.

Just as he was about to tear them completely, the door banged open, and a dark, huge figure burst in. Something big, swift and powerful struck Clinton, sending him flying across the room. His back hit the wall with a loud bang, causing the wall to crack and the wood to splinter.

As Clinton struggled to rise, the beast struck again, its claws raking across Clinton's face and I swore I heard something crack before he collapsed, unconscious.

My heart was pounding loudly against my chest. My skin lost all its color and my whole body trembled as I took the scene.

The beast left Clinton's side and walked closer to me, its eyes fixed on mine. My mind screamed 'Mate!’ but my body refused to move.

This was the one who had just brutalized Clinton.

The beast's pace was slow, yet deadly. I trembled, trying to cover myself with the pieces Clinton had ripped off.

Suddenly, the figure pounced on me, its body covering mine. I screamed, terrified.

But instead of attacking me, it sniffed me, inhaling deeply. Its nose traced my neck, my shoulders, and my hair.

I was paralyzed with fear, yet... a strange sense of ease crept over me. It was as if my body recognized this creature, and trusted it.

"Please don't hurt me," I whispered, my voice trembling.

The beast remained on top of me. Suddenly, its body began to shift, turning into a human form.

After a moment, a very heavy and big shirtless man lay on my body.

His hands found my hair, stroking it as if checking if it was real and I trembled beneath it. He then nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply once more. He brushed his lips against my skin, sending waves of fear and excitement through me.

Finally, it pulled back and his eyes locked onto mine.

I was mesmerized by his golden-coloured eyes like the blazing sun. My eyes roamed over his chiselled features, the sharp jawline, and the prominent scar that ran from his left eye to his cheek.

He was the definition of a Greek God. Too much of a Greek God.

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind:

Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway.

Scar, terror, endless fight.

Ruthless Beast, cold as night.

Heart of steel, soul of fire.

No mercy given, no love to acquire.

Feared by all, through day and night.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me.

This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms.

The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

No, most ruthless being to ever live.

There were rumours of his monstrosity. Last year's massacre still sent fear through the 7 kingdoms and beyond.

And then, a worse realization hit me and my eyes trembled as my whole body vibrated.

This was my mate. The one my body had screamed for.

No, no, no. This couldn't be.

I was mated to a monster. A beast with no mercy. And now, he was above me, staring at me like a predator to his prey.

The Golden-Eyed Devil.