All Chapters of Mated to the Forbidden: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The world has its hidden secrets. It is not built on one reality, but many, layered and concealed from those too blind to see. Humans think they are alone, rulers of their world. But they are not. If the human race exists… then so do we. The werewolves.The night air wrapped around me as I stood at the cliff’s edge. I inhaled deeply, letting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth fill my lungs. For a fleeting moment, it was peace... the only peace I had. The forest never judged me, never spat cruel words at me. Unlike people.“Useless bitch.”“It’s better if you just die.”“Weak!”“You should have never existed.”Those voices... harsh, unforgiving... echoed in my head like a curse that never faded. Words I had heard from my own blood, my own people. They branded me with them until I almost believed it myself. Almost.Maybe they were right. Maybe I should have never existed.I gazed down at the village spread beneath the cliff. The flickering fires and warm glow of homes looked beautif

“Clary!!!”My mother’s voice rang through the house like a whip, sharp and commanding. I dropped the rag I was holding and rushed to the living room.She was sitting on the couch, a bowl of snacks in her hand, eyes glued to the glowing TV screen. Beside her, Andrea was stretched out like a queen, polishing her nails with that satisfied little smirk she always wore when I came near.“Have you finished doing the dishes?” Mom asked without even looking at me.“Yes, Mom,” I answered softly.Dad wasn’t here... he was always at work during the weekdays. And maybe that was better. At least when he wasn’t here, I didn’t have to see him pretend he couldn’t see how they treated me.“Good. Now do the laundry.” She flicked her hand like I was a maid she paid for.“Done it, Mom.”She turned her head slightly, disbelief etched on her face. “Already? Fine. How about the backyard?”“I cleaned it earlier.”Her eyes narrowed. “The plants? Did you water them?”“Yes, Mom. That too.”Andrea snickered quie

The sunlight broke through the curtains and brushed against my face, but it brought me no warmth. I sighed heavily, forcing myself to sit up on the bed. Another day. Another routine. Another cycle of pain and disappointment.“Morning, Cordia,” I mumbled groggily, waiting for her usual playful remark, her sarcasm, or at least her sigh. Silence answered me.I blinked, frowning. Normally, Cordia woke before me, always the one dragging me through my days. But this time, there was nothing.The memory of her last words came back, slicing through my chest like a blade. 'Clary, I’m here. Please, stop crying… it makes me weak, be strong, Clary.'Her voice had been faint, broken.My heart lurched. 'Oh Goddess, no…'“Cordia?” I whispered, my voice trembling as my heart raced. I closed my eyes and reached for her, shouting inside my mind. 'Cordia! Please answer me! Please…'But there was nothing. No laughter. No scolding. Not even a whisper.Tears burned my eyes, but I bit my lip hard, forcing th

- Clary's POV - The selection had begun, and I bit my lip as my eyes focused on the center of the stadium. The announcer stood tall, his voice echoing across the entire place. A black tattoo ran across his left arm, proof that he was a servant of the leaders. Every leader bore a unique mark, and those who served them carried symbols of their loyalty.“For the first battle, Darren Cyprus and Kyle Wixx!”I exhaled in relief. My name wasn’t called. Not yet. My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I thought it would betray my fear. Losing on the first round would be humiliating. It would shame not only me but the name of my family.‘You can beat them with your mind, Clary. Stop being so pessimistic,’ Cordia whispered inside my head.‘I’m weak, Cordia. You know that. Mind alone isn’t enough against them.’I was the smartest girl in the kingdom, but what was intelligence compared to raw strength? To skill? In this place, strength decided survival. Strength decided worth.Darren caught my gaze

- Clary's POV -I have never thought deeply about what comes after this life. I don’t know if there is a God, a Goddess, or some higher power watching everything we do. I don’t know if there’s a next life waiting. But if reincarnation exists, if we truly return again and again, then I wish it would be a life that rewards those who lived decent and righteous lives. A life that treats people fairly.But maybe that was too much to hope for. Maybe in my past life, I was a monster. Maybe I was the black sheep, the sinner who betrayed everyone. Maybe that is why I was punished and reborn into this life... a life filled with pain, rejection, and misery.None of it made sense. None of my thoughts could answer why I was forced into this world where I was always treated like trash. All I ever wished for was to live a life worth something, even if it wasn’t special. I didn’t dream of power. I didn’t dream of being strong. I only wanted to be accepted, to be seen, to not be treated as worthless.