Mated to the Rogue Lycan

SCARLETTI stood before the hall filled with different powerful Alphas of our alliance. They all were waiting for their chance to meet the Alpha King or Rush. I was as insignificant for all of them as the decoration done for this ceremony.I breathed in. Like the past three years, breathing in front of so many people hurt. These people didn’t care too much about my parents.My Dad who gave his life to protect the prince and my Mom who followed after him—Both were forgotten right after their funeral the next day by these people.It was after their death that I found out the people I thought loved me, and cared for me were just suckers wanting to suck up to my Dad so they could influence the Alpha King.The only real people in my life were Rush, Alpha King, and my childhood friend Valerie.I looked down at the screen of my cellphone. I had been waiting for Valerie to show up. I had left so many messages and voice notes, informing her about my ceremony but she didn’t respond. This had me

SCARLETT I didn’t know how much time passed before I was finally able to open my eyes and stare at the high ceiling above me. I frowned, why was the ceiling so high? I noticed the greek designs on the corner of the ceiling with yellow neon lights illuminating them. I moved a little to feel something. Everything was a dull ache. My body was not hurting, and my senses seemed to be dead. I kept staring at the white-painted ceiling before things started to make sense again. I was attacked, and no room in the packhouse had a white high ceiling. Horror struck me. I finally sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room. There were four huge pillars around the bed I was lying in. My eyes took in the satin grey sheets and then the lamps placed on the side tables. There was only a huge oak door to my left and nothing else. Slowly, I looked at the other side. My eyes landed on the huge glass wall with greyish edges. I ran my gaze over the glass wall and finally stopped on the man standing with

SCARLETTI had to play his game, and I had to play it better than him. Because I wanted to make it out, and kill him. There was no way I could do this in these chains or this house. I had to trick him, gain power, and retreat carefully instead of acting like a fool and fighting him head-on. That’s why I gave myself fake hope. I made myself believe Rush was alive, and I would return to him. I knew this thought would not let me give in to Izer, or give up my life. I was going to fight, and give him the taste of his medicine. And I would return to the only man I loved throughout my life. So, when a new face in the form of a young girl came into the room, I didn’t act rude or selfish.This new girl introduced herself as Sophia and told me that her so-called Alpha had asked her to unchain me, let me freshen up, and change into different clothes. I wanted nothing more than to snap this girl’s redhead and poke her blue eyes out because she was one of them. But I didn’t do any of it.Inst

SCARLETTWhere was I? I was clueless.But seeing the tall trees, had my mind reeling with strange ideas. The Rogue Lycan did say that he gave me potions to suppress my scent and powers. Swallowing my saliva, I turned to the tree and started climbing it. Branch by branch. Injuring my knees and palms on the harsh surface. Damaging my clothes. And holding my howls of pain.When I reached the last branch, I sat over it and dangled my legs down. Unconsciously, I committed the crime of glancing at the ground.My heart leaped to my throat as I found the ground too far from my sight. My breathing quickened with newfound fear.My head was spinning. I hated heights. I was damn scared of them.No, No, No.I shook my head and closed my eyes. I shouldn’t look down. I should only hope for Izer to not find me he—“ Darling. What are you doing up there? ” Izer’s voice sounded in my ears, and all hope went down the drain. “ couldn’t find a better place to hide from me? ” My eyes snapped open. I loo

SCARLETT How many times had it been already? I woke up in the same bed and stared at the same ceiling for five minutes straight. but this time, my memories were not hazy. I was well aware of what had happened before I lost consciousness. He marked me. I was too weak to bear the force of the mark and fainted. It was good this way. I couldn’t see him doing this to me. Slowly, I touched my neck and found a bump there. My fingers trembled, running over the mark which still ached. To my surprise, tears didn’t well into my eyes. I didn’t even feel anything about it. It was like, all the anger, the hurt, and the pain had been sucked out of my mind. And I was in a numb state. Finding myself too cold, I got up and walked toward the room. With a single pull at the door knob, it opened with ease. I stood there, in the doorway, wondering what I wanted to think about this freedom right now. He didn’t even need to lock me in a room anymore. He would know where I was, all the time. And he wo