The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan

Yara's POV“M..mother. I.. I…” I stuttered in fear as my whole body began trembling.“How dare you?” She seethed, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust. The whip she had just used to hit me was clenched tightly in her fists.I shivered even further because I knew what she was referring to.“No. Mother. Fiona… she tried to kill me, so I… I” I hurridely tried to explain but seeing her eyes darken even further showed me that she wasn't interested.“Enough!”I immediately shut up and cowered whilst shaking. “How dare you? As if being a mistake isn't enough, you dare to go around causing trouble?”A pang of pain cut through my heart at the word “‘mistake’ and my eyes watered almost immediately.This was not the first time I was hearing it but it never made it any easier especially since it was coming from my own birth mother. I could still stomach others saying it as I didn't care but from her… it hurts. It hurts everytime.Growing up, my relationship with my parents, my mother especia

YARA’S POVI wanted to believe her, but the memory of Mother’s glare still burned in my mind.“Tia,” I said softly, “she doesn’t want me there. She said I’d make a mockery of our family. What if she gets angry again? What if she causes a scene?”Tiana reached for my hands and squeezed them. “She won’t. I promise.”“You can’t promise that.”“I can,” she said firmly. “I’ll be right there. I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything. You’ll sit beside me, and we’ll just smile through it, alright?”Her voice was so full of warmth that for a moment, I almost forgot how scared I was.Still, my chest tightened. “Tia, I don’t want to make things worse. Everyone will laugh. They’ll whisper about how the Hawthorne disappointment finally decided to show her face.”She frowned slightly and touched my cheek. “Let them talk. You don’t have to prove anything to them. You’re still my sister. That’s enough.”Hearing her call me her sister made my eyes sting again. She always said it so easily, even when Mo

Riel’s words Don’t make me wait too long for an answer, were still ringing in my ears, his fiery, possessive gaze burning into my back as I helped Tiana limp away from the stairs. My mind was a whirlwind. Mate. Moonfire and rain. A sleeping wolf. A tiny, dormant part of me, a pulse I’d never felt before, had flickered to life under his gaze. For one second, I wasn't the freak. I was... his. Then Tiana’s scream had shattered it all. “Just a bit further, Tia,” I murmured, my arm tight around her waist. She was leaning on me heavily, her breath coming in short, pained gasps. We bypassed the main hall, ignoring the curious, whispering stares, and ducked into the first private break room we could find. It was opulent and empty, a plush velvet chaise lounge sitting in the center. I carefully lowered her onto it. “Let me see,” I said, kneeling to look at her ankle. It was already starting to look a little red, but… “Don’t!” she yelped, pulling her leg back. “Tia, I need to s

“Kill her if you must!”​Greta’s voice was a shriek of pure venom, and it was the last sound I heard before I burst through the grand foyer doors and into the night.​My flimsy party shoes hit the gravel path, and pain shot up my ankles. I didn't care. I ripped them off, my bare feet hitting the sharp stones, and sprinted for the only cover I had: the dark, menacing line of the pack woods.​The thud of heavy boots on the gravel was right behind me. They were close. Too close.​“She’s heading for the trees!” a rough voice barked.​I didn't look back. I couldn't. Adrenaline, cold and sharp, flooded my veins, making my heart feel like it would hammer its way out of my chest. I pumped my arms, my lungs already starting to burn, and launched myself into the undergrowth.​The woods swallowed me whole. Branches whipped my face and snagged at the thin, stupid, pale blue dress, tearing at the fabric like claws. I didn't care. I just ran, ducking and weaving, my breath sobbing in my throat. I c

​The silence was a living thing. It was heavy, suffocating, and absolute.​Ares’s words, "I believe this belongs to you," echoed in the dead air, a casual, brutal line drawn in the sand. He was still smiling, his hand a possessive, cold weight on my good shoulder.​Every eye at the party was locked on us. I saw Raymond, my… father… his face pale, his eyes wide, flickering between me and the impossibly powerful man beside me. He looked utterly lost.​“I… I don't understand,” Raymond finally stammered, his voice thin. He took a half-step forward, his hands spread in a gesture of placation. “What is the meaning of this? Yara, what happened?”​Ares chuckled, a low, condescending sound. “She didn't do this to herself, Elder.” He gave my shoulder a little shake, and I had to bite back a scream as the movement sent a fresh explosion of agony down my back. “I found her in your woods, being hunted by three of your guards. This,” he gestured to my bloody, broken body with a wave of his free han