The Fated Mate to The Powerful Lycan King

Aria's POV:

 

"I, Logan Pierce, Alpha of the Nightfang Pack, reject you, Aria Wilson, as my fated mate."

The pain that came from hearing those words felt like a hot knife going straight through my throat. The pain of rejection shot through my body, making me wince, and hot tears rushed to my eyes.

"Logan..." I whispered, staring at my mate, my love. In his place was a cold-hearted man I didn't recognize. "What is all this about?"

What had I done to deserve a rejection out of nowhere? I tried to think hard, trying to understand what exactly it was. Nothing came to my mind.

Logan, my husband of three years, was glaring at me with hatred I hadn't ever seen in him before. "You're a traitor. And you will be punished as such." He said this, his eyes flashing in anger. He motioned for the guards on standby. 

"No, no, wait! Please wait!" I screamed. The guards advanced on me. I ran up to Logan, reaching out to grab his hand, but he moved out of the way. I fell to the ground, my knee hitting the ground. The pain was nothing compared to what is in my heart right now. I stared up at Logan, tears in my eyes.

Why was he doing this to me?!

 

"You don't know what you did?" I heard a feminine voice say:. 

I turned to see my sister, Darcy. Thank the goddess! I knew Darcy was on my side. She would help me talk to Logan!

"Darcy! Thank goodness you're here! I..."

Darcy sneered darkly. "Don't talk to me so casually." She hissed. 

My eyes went wide. "What...Darcy? What's going on?"

Darcy walked up to Logan with a smirk on her face. She took his hand, and he actually smiled at her, his gaze softening! I felt my heart break and shatter.

"You're a liar; that's what's going on." Darcy hissed. Her eyes shot daggers at me. In all my life, Darcy has been my sweet little sister. 

Who is this person in front of me now?

"What did I lie about?!" I screamed at them. "And what is going on here?! Logan, why would you reject me?!"

"Because you are infertile."  Darcy said it coldly.

 

Now, I feel the hot knife in my stomach. My heart dropped to my stomach. Infertile? How did she know about that? I hadn't told her anything about that!

"Is she lying?" Logan asked with cold and stony eyes.

"I... I'm not infertile."

"Liar! You didn't tell him about the curse, did you?!" Darcy screamed.

The feeling of betrayal got worse, and I gasped. How did Darcy know about the curse? I hadn't told her about it.

"You're weak. You're an excuse for a Luna. "This pack needs someone strong who can lead us well." Darcy continued. "With you, we will all die out."

I couldn't believe what was happening now. My own sister betrayed me? And my mate... he's siding with her?

"Aria, is it true that you're under a curse?" Logan asked.

I stared at him, and I knew there was no way to try and convince him otherwise. "I was working on it!" I cried. "Logan, please, you have to believe me. I can...."

"Guards!" Logan called for his men. "Take this traitor out of my sight."

"Logan please!" I cried. "You can't just do this to me! After all the time we've had, you can't just throw it away?!"

"You're not going to kill her, are you?" Darcy inquired, then turned to Logan. It disgusted me to see the look she was giving him, her eyes wide and big as she stared at him. She had always used that look to get things from our parents. She was now using it on my husband.

"She's a traitor. She deserved to die." Logan replied, his voice unfeeling. He glared at me. "Take her to the dungeon." The guards grabbed my hand and pulled me up, already dragging me away.

"She'll be executed at sunrise tomorrow."

"Don't kill her!" Darcy cried out. "Please, baby, don't kill her. Just....send her away or something."

 

Logan motioned for the guards to let me go. He turned to Darcy. "Are you sure about that?"

I stared at Darcy, confusion on my face. What was she playing at here?

"Yes." She said. "Please? Can you do this for me?"

 

Logan turned to me. He approached me, his steps intimidating. I resisted the urge to run away. I reminded myself that I was the former alpha of this pack, and I held my ground against him.

"I would have had you executed without a doubt." He hissed darkly. "Consider yourself lucky; you'll get away with an exile." If you ever show yourself here, I will not be as merciful."

I spat in his face. "You bastard!" I screamed at him. "How could you do this to me?! And because of..."

He drew his hand back and backhanded me across the face. "You damned bitch!" he hissed.

 

The force of his slap nearly knocked me off my feet. I grabbed my throbbing cheek and turned toward him, glaring at him. He wiped his face, his eyes shooting daggers at me. 

 

"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" Darcy gasped, running up to his side and inspecting his face. She glared at me. "What is wrong with you?!"

 

I felt like I wanted to hurl. 

Seeing my sister and my husband being chummy was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen.

"You two are disgusting and shameless!" I shouted. "Darcy, how could you?! You're my sister!"

 

"I can't be the sister of a traitor!" she yelled back. 

"You should be grateful; she told me to spare your worthless life," Logan said to me. "I would have had your head hanging on the ash tree right away. You're a selfish and disgusting traitor."

"Traitor?" I cried. "You're fucking my sister! "How am I a traitor?!"

"Please, you're weak. You're not even qualified to be an omega." Darcy said it with an eye roll. "You're just jealous; I'm a much better candidate for Luna than you. I'm stronger, faster, and fertile. And I even have a wolf. Can you do any of those things?"

I would be lying if I said her words didn't hurt me, right where they hurt the most. Was it my fault I was born weak? Was it my fault I couldn't wolf out?! Was it my fault for the curse that plagued me?!

Did I do anything wrong?! Did I ask to be born with such a cruel fate?!

Darcy had always been the golden child. Loved by my parents, loved by all. Compared to her, I was plain and uninteresting. And now she's also being loved by my husband, shamelessly rubbing it into my face.

"I can't believe you two..." My lips trembled, and the tears threatened to fall. The pain wrapped around my throat, threatening to choke me to death. "I loved you....Logan...I gave you everything."

 

"Take her away!" Logan commanded the guards. His eyes held no sympathy at all.

I turned and glared at them through tears, I felt my eyes flashing in anger. "Don't you dare touch me with filthy hands." I hissed at them. "I can walk."

The guards backed up. Logan may be all that and more, but I ran this pack before him.

I glared at Logan and Darcy. I vowed there and then to never forgive them. I loved these two people more than anything else in the world. Both of them turned against me. 

I turned and walked out of the throne room, keeping my head high.

 

After all I had done for him, Logan was a rogue when we were mated. I made him the alpha of the Nightfang pack, and he stabbed me in the back.

I walked out of the pack house and was instantly assaulted with screams and jests from the pack members.

What lies had they been fed? What had Logan told them in order to make them hate me outright?

"Keep moving." Logan hissed into my ear. "We aren't at the border yet." 

 

I kept my head up and continued walking. Tears rushed to my eyes, and my heart broke. I was being escorted out of my own pack. My pack! My own mate had turned me into an enemy!

We got to the border. I turned to get a last look at the people who had betrayed me. They sure looked happy right now, Darcy was hooked on his arm, his hand around her slim waist.

Darcy distended from Logan and walked up to me, a cruel smile on her face. "Don't die out there, sister, dear."

I slapped her across the face. She cried out in pain, and instantly Logan moved to her rescue, pushing me aside roughly. 

"What the fuck?!" He yelled, pulling Darcy into his arms and comforting her. I used to be the one he held like that.

"I will never forgive you two." I said, my voice dark. "I promise you that."

"If she ever returns," Logan said, his eyes staring coldly into mine. "Kill her on sight."