The Hybrid King’s Bride

I must have been a menace in my past life for the moon goddess to attach such an ill fate to me.

The Alpha is on the dance floor with the Beta’s daughter, hands on her ass. I watch as one of his hands snakes underneath her dress and she crumples into his embrace.

My blood boils.

Alarms go off in my head and I could feel heat rush to my face.

No.

It can’t be—this feeling, this bond.

If gazes could kill, that bimbo would already be dead. I stare on with lowered gaze, I don’t dare raise my head for fear that I might get hit by one of the guards.

I watch as his hands move in motion between her hips and she lets out an audible moan, her manicured fingers squeezing his suit-clad shoulders.

I can’t take it anymore, and against all logic, and the potential possibility of death. I scream.

“Mate!”

I clap a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. The tray in my hands crashes to the floor, wine spilling everywhere.

The entire hall goes still. Gasps ripple through the crowd as every eye turns to me.

The Alpha looks up at me, eyes flashing red and a sinking feeling settles in my chest.

He feels it too.”

He moves away from the Beta’s daughter, his fingers glistening with her juices, filling me with disgust.

“What did you just call me, runt?”

I shake my head violently, but he’s already moving. His fist slams into my gut with a sickening force, and I double over in agony.

“What an unfortunate turn in events.” Heels click against the tiles as the Beta’s daughter grabs my hair to make me face her. A sickening smile on her red lips.

My head whips to the side at the impact of her slaps and I crumple against the floor, whimpering.

“Take her to the dungeon!”

My mate ,'s voice, thick with disgust, fills the hall that holds over five hundred pack members.

Two guards seize my arms roughly and drag me to my feet. A hand yanks my hair backward again, and I feel strands tear painfully from my scalp.

“You’re going to regret what you just said tonight,” the Alpha whispers into my hair, the scent of pine and sandalwood flooding my senses.

He releases me, and I’m dragged away toward the horrors of the cells. I know my parents are somewhere in the hall, serving, but they don’t dare help.

None of the omegas do.

I’m thrown violently into a cell. My body slams against the jagged floor, scraping open fresh wounds.

“We could have some fun with her while we wait for the Alpha.” One guard bends, reaching for my shoulder, and I flinch.

“I wouldn’t advise that, not yet. Let the Alpha decide. We’ll get our fun later.” The other guard holds him back.

He grins before straightening and spitting on me, but I don’t react.

It’s better not to.

They leave, locking the cell like I’m an animal. Only when their footsteps fade do I dare to sit up.

Hot, angry tears spill down my face. I stuff my torn clothes into my mouth to muffle the sound of my sobs.

How can an omega be bound to an Alpha? It has never happened before. Omegas mate with other omegas, or we choose someone who has no mate.

But me? I drew the short straw.

The Moon Goddess must hate me.

First, I didn’t shift until I was nineteen. That was two years ago, and most shifted at sixteen.

Second, I was born an omega in the cruelest pack in the realms.

And third…

The greatest misfortune of all.

My mate.

The cell door bursts open. I scramble backward, pressing myself against the wall as the familiar scent of pine and sandalwood cuts through the moldy dungeon air.

I’m dragged to my feet by my hair, clutching the ends desperately, trying to keep more strands from ripping out.

A slap cracks across my face. His ring scrapes my cheek, leaving a stinging trail.

“Who do you think you are?!”

He throws me to the ground and kicks my stomach. I curl in on myself, gasping in pain.

“I…I’m sorry, Alpha,” I whisper, my voice broken and weak.

“What is the name your pathetic parents gave you?”

I wince. My parents are not pathetic.

“I… Ivory, Alpha.”

Another slap echoes through the cell. I clutch my cheek as fresh tears fall.

“Your full name, mutt!” he roars.

“Ivory Creek, Alpha,” I blurt out, terrified of where he might strike next. It hurts more because it’s him.

Because he’s my mate.

“I, Alpha Ajax Blackthorn, reject you, Ivory Creek, as my mate and the future Luna of my pack.”

Something inside me snaps.

I know he feels it too because he doubles over briefly, clutching his chest with a groan.

But my pain endures. It burns, searing hot, ringing in my ears until the world spins. I nearly faint before a hand jerks me upright.

He stands straight and looks at me, his eyes holding a bit of regret.

“If you had been born a normal she-wolf instead I wouldn’t have had to reject you, I’d have made you Luna.” He pinches at the bridge of his nose.

But I don’t believe him.

Neither do I want to be mated to a cruel man like him.

“Now, I would have let those men do whatever they want with you, but because I would still feel it when they have their way with you, I won’t do that.”

Our eyes meet in the dim cell and a growl rumbles from his chest, I gasp in shock and pain as he pulls me closer in an embrace and buries his nose in the crook of my neck.

I feel my wolf purr in excitement as heat pools between my legs.

I hate it, I hate that he gets to have such an effect on me. Shaking my head with the little dignity I have left I pull away slightly.

He releases me, and relief floods my lungs in a shaky breath as I try to press my legs together so he won’t smell my heat. But I think he does.

His eyes darken.

“You’re in heat.” He smirks, and a shiver runs through me, tears blur my vision as waves of embarrassment ripple through me.

He takes a step back and stares down at me like the omega I am but far less.

“You’ve riled me up, omega. But I’d rather give up my title than fuck the likes of you.” The words sting, each word piercing.

I force myself to meet his eyes. All I see is hatred.

Disgust.

“But you can’t remain here either. I’ll have to find a way to dispose of you properly,” he drawls. “I can’t have myself coming back to this place just because the bond calls me to you.”

I drop my gaze to the floor.

“You will not be given water or food until I say so.”

He bends, lifting my chin. Dull sparks tingle across my skin where his fingers touch.

“I will break you, Omega. You’ll wish you never existed., and tonight is just the beginning.”

He leaves.

My bruised body collapses against the floor. I cry until my face feels tight and numb, hugging myself against the wall for warmth until sleep finally drags me under.

Pain.

I jolt awake, clutching my stomach. It feels like I’ve been punched.

The cell is empty.

Another wave of agony crashes into my pelvis, stealing the air from my lungs. A muffled scream escapes before I can stop it.

Another wave hits. Then another. And another.

I collapse onto the floor, drowning in confusion, pain, and fear.

I taste metal in my mouth and spit, blood.

I clutch myself as the next wave comes and with it, a glimpse I never wanted to see.

Alpha Ajax. On top of another female. My mind focuses on the scene like a spectator.

I watch as he leans back, his cock glistening with the juices of the Beta’s daughter, he spreads her legs wider and thrusts again and again inflicting raw and hot pain across my abdomen.

The cruelty reaches a part of my soul I didn’t know existed. I feel a burst of emotions.

Betrayal.

Hurt.

He flips her over, her ass raised in the air as he places his cock to her pink mound and enters her with a quick thrust, her back arching.

Each thrust sends another wave of merciless pain crashing through me, and tears blur my vision at the onslaught.

This is the part of rejection that hurts the most.

Just before darkness takes me, I see his body shudder, eyes rolling back as his body shudders with his orgasm and one final thrust.

My grip on reality slips.

And I lose consciousness.