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Mistress

Author: Liberation
last update publish date: 2026-03-02 19:13:54

Kai’s large hand buried into Lia’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to allow him to graze her neck. He was suckling at her skin, a slow, possessive mark of a new Luna, claiming her in front of the very woman he had discarded moments before.

I was crouched on the floor, my fingers digging so deeply into the fabric of my silver dress that I could hear the silk groaning. My hands were clutched tightly over my stomach, trying to hold my internal organs together. Every time his teeth grazed her, a white-hot spike of agony shot through my own chest, the shattered remains of our mate-bond screaming in protest. I forced my eyes to the floor, fighting the sob that threatened to shatter my ribs.

“Look at her,” Kai’s voice rumbled, vibrating through the hall. He didn't stop his assault on Lia’s neck, his eyes hooded and dark.

 “A Beta who cannot even stand. A warrior who crumbles at the sight of her Alpha’s happiness.”

He pulled away from Lia just enough to sneer at me, his lip curling in a way that made my stomach turn. He took a deliberate step toward me, his heavy boots clicking against the marble. He leaned down, placing his hand on his knee, bringing his face level with mine. 

"Tell me, June," he whispered, loud enough for the front row of the pack to hear. 

"Does it burn? Does it feel like your soul is being shredded? Because that is the sound of reality finally catching up to your delusions. You thought you could be my equal. You thought a nameless, rootless orphan could sit on a throne."He reached out, not to touch me, but to flick a stray bead from my dress. 

"You even tried to dress the part. But a crow in silver feathers is still a crow."He stood back up, looking around the room at the hundreds of eyes watching my downfall.

 "From this moment, June is stripped of her rank. She is no longer a Beta of the Crescent Pack. She doesn’t deserve to be one. She is an Omega, the lowest of the low. A servant to the lineage she dared to insult."He gestured dismissively to the guards standing at the periphery.

 “Take her to the servant chambers. I don't want her filth staining the royal tiles any longer. In fact, scrub the floors where she knelt. I want every trace of her arrogance erased by morning.”

I felt the cold bite of metal before I felt the guards' hands. they snapped silver-lined chains around my wrists. The silver hissed against my skin, dampening my wolf and sending a dull, sickening ache through my veins. As they dragged me away, I heard Lia’s soft, triumphant giggle and the sound of the pack resuming their celebration. The music started again.

By the time they threw me into the small, damp room that was to be my new home, I was gasping for air. The servant chambers were located in the bowels of the palace, where the stone was always wet and the air tasted of mold. Every breath felt like a shockwave of broken glass traveling down my lungs. I collapsed against the stone wall, the silver chains clinking mockingly in the dark. I closed my eyes, praying for a sleep that wouldn't come, a sleep that would swallow the memory of Lia’s hand in his hair.

Hours passed. Or maybe it was only minutes. In the dark, time becomes a distorted thing. I lay there, shivering, my body trying to heal the invisible wounds of a rejected bond while the silver chains continued to poison my blood.

A soft click of the door made my ears twitch.

I became alert instantly, my instincts screaming. Someone was here. I forced myself upright, my back scraping against the rough stone as I tried to find my footing. The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway.

Kai stepped into the dim light of the chambers. He had discarded his heavy Alpha cloak and his formal tunic, wearing only a thin black shirt that clung to his frame. He looked leaner and more dangerous in the shadows, his Alpha aura filling the tiny room until I felt like the walls were closing in.

“Why are you here, Kai?” I rasped, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over thorns. 

“Is your new Luna not enough for you? Can you not even tolerate Lia’s bed for a single night before coming to gloat over my ruins? Did you forget to insult my parents one last time?”

Kai didn't look angry. He didn't even look annoyed by my sharp tongue. He looked predatory. He stepped closer, his movements fluid and silent. The space between us vanished until I could feel the heat radiating off his body, contrasting with the freezing dampness of the room.

"You always did have too much pride for your own good, June," he said, his voice a low, melodic hum. He looked around the room, his eyes lingering on the straw pallet that was to be my bed and the single, flickering candle on the wall. 

"It’s a shame. Such a beautiful fire wasted on someone who doesn't know how to play the game."

He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a terrifying tenderness that made me want to recoil and lean in all at once. The touch sent a jolt through the broken bond, a cruel reminder of what should have been.

“Lia is the Luna this pack requires,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating in the small space. 

“She has the bloodline, the status, and the public grace to lead. The elders respect her. The warriors fear her family. She is the perfect piece for the board I am playing. You... you are a liability to my crown, June. You are a ghost story. You cannot serve this clan as my mate. It would be a weakness I cannot afford. If I took an Omega as my Luna, the surrounding packs would see it as an invitation to war.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my cold skin.

“But that doesn't mean I am finished with you. I’ve watched you for years, June. I’ve watched the way you move, the way you defy everyone with nothing but a look. You have a fire that Lia will never possess. She is a statue; you are a storm. You cannot be my Queen, but you can very well become something more important to me. Something kept in the dark, away from Lia’s notice. A secret I keep in the heart of this palace. Something that belongs solely to me, without the interference of pack laws or elder councils.”

I felt my heart stop, then restart with a sickening thud against my ribs. I looked up into his dark, calculating eyes, searching for a hint of a joke, a shred of the man I thought the Goddess had intended for me. But there was only the Alpha, cold, hungry, and utterly selfish.

“You want me to be your mistress?”

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