The Dumb Cursed Heiress and Her Mates: Reborn For Revenge

Nadia's POV

It hasn't been a month since my mother's death, and Dad was already remarried to an heiress, old enough to be his daughter. And now, on my wedding eve, I walked through the pack house looking for Lucien. I wanted to see him one last time before tomorrow.

I checked his room. Empty.

I checked the library. Empty.

Then I heard a sound. A woman's moan. Soft and breathy. My feet carried me toward the noise before my mind could stop them. The door to my father's private room was open just a little. I should have walked away. I should have trusted Lucien.

Instead, I pushed the door open.

And my world shattered.

Lucien was on the bed, his body gleaming with sweat under the dim light. His muscles tensed and strained with every movement. He was on top of Malia, driving into her with savage force, his head buried in her neck. Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist, her nails raking down his back, screaming his name like a prayer.

I stood there frozen, the air knocking out of my lungs. The room smelled thick like sex and sweat, a musk that coated the back of my throat.

Malia was writhing under him, her body shiny and wet. Her legs were spread wide, wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper. I could see everything. I could see the hard, thick length of Lucien’s cock sliding in and out of her. It looked angry and red, glistening with her juices. Every time he pulled back, I saw the veins straining along his shaft, and then he would slam forward, burying himself deep inside her pink, open flesh.

"Fuck, Lucien! Yes!" she screamed, her head thrown back, her long hair sticking to her face. Her tits were bouncing wildly with every hard thrust, her nipples hard and dark. She was clawing at his back, leaving red scratches down his skin.

I couldn't look away. It was like a car crash, brutal and impossible to unsee.

Lucien growled, a low, animal sound that rumbled from his chest. He lifted his hips, pulling his dick almost all the way out. It was huge, the head thick and flared, dripping wet. Then he drove back in, hard and fast. The sound was wet and loud, a slap of skin against skin that echoed in the quiet room.

"Take it," he grunted, his voice rough, sounding like a stranger. "Take all of me."

He grabbed her knees and pushed them up, spreading her legs even wider. Malia screamed, a high, broken sound. "Oh god, oh god! You're so deep! You're splitting me open!"

I stared at where their bodies were joined. Her pussy was stretched tight around him, gripping his shaft like a fist. The pink lips were pulled inward every time he pushed in, and pushed out when he pulled back. She was so wet, a thick, white cream gathering at the base of his cock, foaming up around his dark hair.

"Look at you," Lucien snarled, not slowing down. "So greedy for this dick. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like a whore?"

"Yes! Yes!" Malia shrieked, her voice cracking. "I'm your whore! Fuck me harder!"

He didn't hold back. He started to pound into her, his ass clenching tight with every thrust. The bed was hitting the wall with a loud *hud, thud, thud rhythm. I watched his heavy balls slap against her ass, wet and sticky.

The sight made me sick, but I couldn't move. I saw his thick shaft disappear inside her over and over, stretching her wide. She was soaking wet, the fluid leaking out of her and down her thighs, making a mess on the sheets.

I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot. This was the man I was supposed to marry tomorrow. The man who promised to love me, to cherish me. And here he was, acting like a beast in heat with my own step-mother.

"L-Lucien." I stammered, startling them, unable to watch anymore.

I watched as he tore away from Malia, my father's new bride, and tried advancing towards me.

"Nadia." He called gently, wanting to touch me, but I slapped his hand away, tears burning my eyes as I watched his expression tighten.

Malia looked nonchalant as she relaxed against the bed. I turned away and ran out of the room, sniffing.

'Why?' I pondered, feeling my heart tighten in pain when I felt someone grab me by the arm. I turned to see it was Lucien, clad in only pants.

"It's not what you think." He tried explaining but the tears just rolled down my cheeks.

Lucien and I had been childhood friends since we were born. Not only that, we were engaged. And luckily, when I turned 18, he turned out to be my mate.

After my mother's death, he became everything to me. I didn't mind Malia stealing my father from me since Dad never really cared about me. His dislike for me grew when I was announced as mum's heir, rather than him.

And now, Lucien just betrayed me? Dad needs to know this.

"Let me go. I need to report what I just witnessed to my father." I struggled, taking my eyes to the ground. I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes right now.

"Never." His grip on my wrists tightened, and I bit my lower lip hard.

"Just hear me out." He began and I looked into his bright, golden eyes, one of the features about him that made me fall in love with him.

"I was drugged. Malia offered me a drink as a means of new bonds and before I knew it, I was all over her. And I don't know, I don't feel myself.” He explained and my guts screamed at me, but I trusted him. He was mine.

He reached forward to cup my cheeks, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips, my senses became scattered and I found myself kissing him back.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and drew me closer to him. I breathed into his manly, vanilla scent and felt intoxicated, my wolf purring in my head.

"I am sorry. Please forgive me." He broke the kiss and when I opened my eyes, I thought I saw a tear escape his eyes and nodded.

"Please, just stay away from her." I whispered and he smiled, leaning forward to peck me on the forehead.

"You can trust me." He hugged me and I buried my head into his chest, feeling the pain lessening.

Lucien already explained. Malia drugged him and I wouldn't be surprised that she could stoop that low. I mean, she is the same woman who has tried to compete with me in every way possible.

She was probably annoyed that I didn't care about her hanging on to my dad anymore and decided to go after Lucien, the man after my own heart, the man I shall get married to, tomorrow.

"I still need to report to my dad, he has to know the type of snake he brought into our household," I told Lucien, whose golden eyes seemed to spark with fury.

It obviously couldn't be towards me. Perhaps he was annoyed, that Malia played him for a fool.

"Alright, I will come with you but first, I need to show you something." Lucien winked at me and started dragging me outside the palace.

"What?" I laughed, clinging to his arm and he chuckled.

"It's a surprise, you would be blown out of your mind." He touched my nose and I nodded, feeling excitement brimming in me.

I couldn't wait to see what it was. The full moon was out tonight so could it be a romantic dinner?

Lucien led me to a cliff and when I looked around, it was all dark and silent. No candlelight dinner or even fireflies.

"Lucien, did you miss the way?" I turned to ask him only to see Malia emerging from the shadows, the side of her lips curling into a smirk as her silver orbs met mine.

"I never thought you could bring her here, especially after she caught us together." She nudged Lucien, who burst into maniacal laughter that sent shivers down my spine.

"She is a fool. It was as easy as fucking." Lucien smirked and my heart started to pound heavily against my chest, especially when he began advancing towards me with murderous intent.

What was going on? What did they mean by their words?

"L-Lucien, why is she h-here?" I choked as he reached forward to grab me by the neck.

Malia laughed as I struggled to breathe, my airways being blocked as Lucien tightened his grip on my neck.

He raised me up over the cliff and I was dangling in the air, a feeling of dread going through me as I could see my death.

I kicked and clawed at his hand, trying to get him to let me go when he flung me against the nearest tree hard.

I coughed blood as I crashed into the tree heavily, my body hurting as I collapsed to the floor.

I tried to talk but my mouth felt too heavy, my eyes widening in disbelief as I watched Lucien bring out a sharp knife.

He opened my mouth and brought out my tongue while Malia kept laughing, pointing at me with a smug look on her face.

I was still confused. What was going on? Was Lucien being controlled?

"I reject you, Nadia, as my mate and future Luna," He growled as he sliced my tongue off.

My mouth burned, blood gushing out as my heart shattered into multiple pieces. I couldn't scream, I could feel my strength draining especially when he kicked me off the cliff.

I fell repeatedly for minutes and finally got smashed against a rock, my bones shattering as the world disappeared from my vision.