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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 watched in awe as my fiancée thrust into her roughly.
"L-Lucien." I stammered, startling them. 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." He explained and my guts screamed at me, that he was lying.
But as 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 don't ever hurt me like that again," 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 Daddy; 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.
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