Marked By The Lycan King

Chapter 1

VIOLET’S POV

Never in my life had I felt like stabbing someone in the eyes as much as I did at that moment.

My eyes burned with tears, and my hands balled into fists in anger and pain. My sharp nails pierced the flesh of my palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.

Just a few hours ago, I had been a cheerful young lady, sharing and discussing everything about my wedding plans with my best friend, a smile on my face. But here I was, glaring daggers at the reflection of my best friend in the mirror, wishing I could stab her to death.

“Hey, Vee,” Kira called out, jolting me out of the murderous thoughts I was entertaining about her.

I felt the chair I was sitting on swivel until I was face-to-face with the dirty little whore I called my best friend.

“What?” I gritted my teeth, watching her slowly raise a blindingly bright silver necklace into the air, a disgusting smile plastered across her face.

I couldn't believe I used to love that smile.

“I will be letting go of my position as your number one person as of today. I felt horrible knowing that someone else would be filling my spot in your life, but since that person is going to be your soon-to-be husband, I don't mind at all.” Kira sniffed back her tears, smiling as she caressed the little stone on the necklace.

I stared blankly at her, watching her tears fall freely as she stared back at me. I was staring deep into her eyes, but I couldn't see my best friend. Kira had gone from being the person I loved most in the world to someone I wouldn't hesitate to drive a dagger into the crook of her neck if I were given the chance to do as I pleased with her.

“My poor baby is going to get married, and she'll be stuck in the palace for the rest of her life, carrying the whole pack's affairs on her little shoulders alongside the Alpha. Oh, my poor baby!” More tears rolled down her cheeks. She slapped a hand over her mouth as she sobbed quietly into it.

My chest tightened at the sight of my terrible friend acting as though she cared about me. I had a lot of questions to ask her. I wanted to know how long she had been faking our friendship. I wanted to know if everything we'd shared in the past had been fake and if she had ever loved me at all.

“I…” My lips curved into a smile. It was the first time I had smiled since I saw her doing what she shouldn't have done to me.

I rubbed my palms together and laughed so hard that I felt tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Oh my, no tears, baby! We can't have you ruining your makeup. I worked hard to get it done.” Kira scolded me, grabbed my shoulders, and forced me to sit still in the chair.

You can't have me ruin my makeup, but you can ruin my life without thinking twice about how I'll feel?

I gulped down the rest of the question because I couldn't find it in me to bring up the incident. I wanted to keep it a secret until I took it to my grave because it hurt so much even to think about it.

“Um, yes, the makeup.” Kira pouted, still refusing to let go of my shoulders.

Her nails dug into my flesh, but I didn't say anything to let her know she was hurting me. If what I had heard the previous night was true, Kira knew how badly she was hurting me. She just didn't care.

“Why are you doing this?” I slowly raised my head to meet her gaze.

Kira arched her brows, shrugging as though she didn't understand what I was insinuating. Or perhaps she thought it wasn't a big deal.

Her mouth parted, and her eyes flickered as she smiled softly. “Huh? Come on, don't be absurd.” She moved her hand to cup my cheeks.

Bile rose in the back of my throat, and my stomach churned with disgust as she slowly caressed my cheeks. I wanted to yell at her, to tell her to go to hell, where she belonged, but I couldn't.

I was afraid everything would go wrong, and I would be the one to suffer the consequences.

“You asked why I was doing this?” Kira scoffed, her eyes darkening as she stared deep into mine. A chill ran through my body, and I was sure I would have sunk to the floor if I hadn't been sitting in a chair.

“Y–yes. I want to know why you're doing this to me,” I stuttered, moving my gaze away from hers.

I wasn't surprised by how afraid I was to hear her tell me she hated me or that she had never liked me. She was my only friend and the only person who had ever talked to me after what happened to my mother.

“Because I'm the only one you have.” She smirked and let go of my shoulders. “What can you do without me?”

My heart hammered in my chest as I thought about it. Kira had always been my go-to person. I had never done anything without consulting her, not because I needed her validation, but because she was my only friend, and I needed someone to talk to about my life.

“You're right,” I mumbled under my breath before turning the chair to face the mirror. “You are the only one I have.”

And I regret ever making you feel like you mean the world to me.

I mumbled the rest of the sentence to myself. My eyes fell shut as I remembered what my father had said to me and how he had made it clear that I mustn't fuck this up.

Arms wrapped around my chest, and I felt the weight of a head resting on my shoulder as warm breath brushed against my ear.

“You're stuck with me, Vee,” Kira whispered into my ear. I felt every hair on my body stand on end in irritation. Anger surged through me, and I wanted to drive my fist into her jaw, but I remembered my father's stern warning to me.

“You can't fuck this up for me, Violet Hemsworth. Never!”