The Cursed Bride of the mute Alpha king

I shoved the last glass of drink down my throat as I held my heart, holding it hard to the burning sensation.

The door to the pack kitchen opened almost immediately and madam Abigail the pack cook was standing just by the door, her face had this displeased look on it and the moment she saw the empty cup on my hands she glared at me and approached.

“Madam please” I said tiredly as my voice broke while I held back the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes.

The moment she got to where I was she grabbed my hands and all I felt next was a hard smack on my face.

You wolfless bitch, she cursed angrily. All you had to do for one day is serve the drinks at the wedding. Your father made it pretty clear that you’re never to take in anything but yet you think you can hide in the kitchen and drink like the petty thief you’re.

I held myself from collapsing as the tears blurred my vision and my stomach rumbled loudly. The maid outfit I wore was humiliating enough, serving drinks to the guest had ruined me but watching my own mate get married to my sister after rejecting me killed me more.

“ Your father is watching you Isolde, don’t keep the guest waiting”

I said nothing but my heart burned the most. I hated how miserable I felt and how painful it had to be.

Madam Abigail walked out of the kitchen and once again I’m forced to carry out the drinks to serve the guest.

I could hear the whispers from the pack members as I walked back swallowing my pride and pain I served without looking at any of their faces.

“Isolde” the deep voice of my fathers cuts across the loud music as I raise my head to look at him.

“Alpha” I replied calmly hiding behind the pain as I bent curtly and now I can feel almost all the pack members watching me

“Celia wants some drinks” he says rather coldly.

I said nothing but swallowed again, the music continued while I approached my sister who looked all happy and beside him was the bastard, the monster who had ruined me.

Jace.

Celia was dressed in the most expensive and most beautiful wedding gown ever produced by the pack seamstress and Jace was dressed in a well tailored suit, his blonde hair was perfectly styled to the back.

Approaching these two people it felt like my heart was being ripped apart, first my own sister was getting married to my mate and my mate, the lying bastard got her pregnant while he kept lying to me the whole time about how much he loved me.

I found out Jace was my mate when I was 17 and it was the best thing to ever happen to me so I thought.

I had known him my whole life, he’s my fathers beta son and even though he never spoke more than two words to me since we were little I was stupid enough to think that the mate bond was enough.

He didn’t mind the fact that I had no wolf, he didn’t care,he loved me fiercely but still made me keep our relationship a secret.

I could still remember his words just two days ago, the way he kept thrusting in and out of me but suddenly stopped and rejected me but when my father found out? He told him he had already rejected me and yet I couldn’t take it and kept throwing myself at him.

That was just two days ago and I can still remember the hard slap my father gave me after calling me an embarrassment.

Celia kept her gaze on me, the look of disgust fixed all over her face as I approached them.

“This is the drink you asked for”

She doesn't reply but instead she moves a bit closer to Jace who was now rubbing her back and holding her arms.

“You didn’t congratulate us sister” her sharp edge voice filled my ears.

I forced myself to say nothing as I stared at the bitch.

“Look at you Isolde, what wolf would ever want to be your mate. You are so worthless to think that you’re worthy of being jace mate.

Not only are you weak, you’re wolfless and cursed.

I said nothing but swallowed the pain and agony as I forced out a heavy smile and looked at her.

For the first time since his betrayal I looked over to Jace hoping he’d say something and stop this torment but when he looked at me the man I knew was gone and the only thing I could see was his total disgust for me.

“Isolde” Celia's voice breaks me out of my thoughts as I hand her the glass of drink.

I faked a smile hiding my pains as I looked at them.

“Congratulations sister, I hope you have all the good things you’ve ever wished me”

Celia's face twisted in anger and for the first time I felt satisfaction within me.

Without waiting for her reply, I turned to walk away. I hadn’t walked away when I heard the commotion going on behind me .

I turned and the scene in front of me made me freeze as the horrors unfolded.

Celia was being held tightly by Jace who looked so scared, the glass cup of wine I gave her was down on the floor just beside her as she clutched tightly to her stomach groaning in pain.

My father rushed over to her, the panic in his eyes as he grabbed her but suddenly he turned his face at me, “you poisoned your sister” as his voice echos through the pack halls