The Alpha’s Rejected Daughter by Humble Smith
Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I shuddered and gasped as I heard what he just uttered when I was trying to beg him to spare my life this last time. I was really having that glimmer of hope that somehow he was going to let me go without killing me, even when it didn’t seem so…

Right now, not only was I going to be killed, he was also craving to harvest my o r g a n and feed on it. Was this going to be my end? Diana doesn’t just hate me; she wants me dead, and she knew the Lycan King was the perfect piece to make that happen, and all her plans just worked out perfectly.

I was breathing heavily, standing right there with my legs shaking uncontrollably while I stared at the monster in human form looking back at me with no trace of tender emotions, just cruelty and a desire to kill more.

My tears, my terror… Just nothing about me was making him feel any pity. Not even the fact that I was the Alpha’s daughter, which he already knows from my scent. If it were someone else, he would’ve taken me to my father to talk about why I was kept outside, but this man here cares about no one.

He has no regard for any Alpha of any pack, knowing fully well that with a snap of his finger, he and his Lycan kingdom warriors can put an entire pack into extinction, wiping them out of this world.

He was a hybrid and had built an invincible Lycan warrior no one would ever pray to have conflict with. What kept stabbing my heart was my mate’s betrayal.

Does he know I was going to die? It was enough to reject me in such a brutal way, but working with Diana to get me killed. was the peak of it. If I ever get reincarnated, I will forever haunt him till he prays for death.

Tears blurred my vision, and my l*ps clamped shut even when I wanted to beg for mercy.

“Get her to me. Hold her hands and legs well while I feast on her alive. That’s how I want it. She should be an example to others who think being the Alpha’s daughter warrants them to disobey my order.” Lucian growled coldly, my breath hitching in my throat as horror engulfed me.

Instinctively, under great fear, I picked race. Yes, there was nothing else I could do, and I don’t want to die. With my small legs, I tried running away from the gruesome death awaiting me while hoping I would wake up to realize it was all a nightmare.

All these shouldn’t be realities. It just shouldn’t be.

Well, it only took me less than ten steps away before heavy arms gripped me, followed by a slap that blinded my vision and. left my ears ringing endlessly,

“Where do you think you’re running to, fool?” They barked at me, another strike falling mercilessly on me, not caring that I was a female. These men have no heart, just like their leader.

I was pulled back roughly like an animal, then positioned the exact way Lucian had ordered. There was so little space between us, my hands and legs held apart, with only my head being the part of my body I could shake.

“You were trying to run? Away from who? Me? There is absolutely no way you can run away from me, little girl.” He scoffed, his eyes piercing into mine dangerously, with still no iota of pity.

“Please don’t kill me.” I muttered, my voice barely audible with no hope. I knew begging him was useless. He was going to do exactly what he wanted to do. He listens to no one, not even those close to him.

Who am I to stop him?

My eyes shut and my teeth clenched as I saw his long, sharp claws appear on his right hand while he moved his left hand close to my chest, ready to tear out the top to bare my chest.

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Chapter 7

Lucian POV

I was feeling ecstatic, and it was more satisfying to see how she was trembling and begging hopelessly for mercy.

This was the kind of assassination I loved. A young, innocent girl who so much wants to live. I love seeing the horror in their eyes while they pray for miracles hopelessly.

I would pluck her heart slowly so she would feel every ounce of the pain g a s h i n g through her.

She begged for mercy the last time, and it only increased my desire to kill her slowly and torturously. Call me whatever you want, but this is my hobby and what gives me the joy nothing else could give me.

There was no reason to visit this pack and order a curfew so abruptly. I just did it because I knew there were some who wouldn’t hear the news and break my rules,

I was surprised to see the Alpha’s daughter as one of them, knowing fully well that she should be the first person aside from the Alpha to hear about the curfew order. It was clear she wasn’t lying.

Someone actually tricked her into falling into my trap, but I don’t care. There was no way I would be less than who I am. She disobeyed me; she must die.

That’s my rule.

“I was drugged. I would never disobey you. Never. My stepmother caused it. She wants me dead.” I heard the girl speak lowly, with pain and deep sadness evident in every word. Her eyes were still closed, tears running down those ch*eks.

“I don’t care about excuses. I scoffed, tearing her cloth into halves, and those nice boobs showed themselves with her appetizing nipples, gazing at me invitingly.

My hands paralyzed for a moment as I fed my eyes with the boobs that were somewhere in between big and small.

I had to shake my head to shove away the silly thoughts running through it.

“She is a filthy werewolf who disobeyed me and deserves the most painful death!” I reminded myself and placed my hand on her shoulder to enable me to plunge my claws into her deeply, but the moment my hand touched her skin, I felt it.

I flinched and lifted my hands away from her immediately.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. My guards narrowed their eyes at me in surprise, not understanding why I did that.

“Master, what happened? What did she do?” They asked, but I couldn’t reply. I couldn’t say anything as my eyes stared intently at the girl in front of me, and it was as if that was the first time I was seeing her face.

“No, this isn’t real” I repeated under my breath and placed my hand on her shoulder again, and once more that great shudder ran through every fibre of my being, a strong connection I had never felt before overwhelming me.

It was like she felt it too as she opened her eyes wide, staring back at me in shock, her m*uth agape.

“What was that?” I asked no one, knowing fully well what the answer was. But how could it be?

How could she be my mate? How?

“Master, should we help you finish her up?” One of my men asked ignorantly. None of them would ever believe it when they realized I had finally found my mate, and she was the one. I felt like a joke or some kind of dream, and what stunned me the most was how weak I became, with no single urge to hurt her.

Those tears that meant nothing to me now make me feel sad and guilty.

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Chapter 7

She was speechless; neither of us could understand how possible this was. I really planned to kill off my mate, so I won’t ever be a soft guy to anyone.

I hated the sound of love and whatever affections it came with, so there was no way I would allow any mate from the moon goddess into my life, but what I never knew was the effect a mate could cause in one’s life so easily.

My rage was fading away, and the urge to kill her was gone. I suddenly want to know what kept her outside. I wanted to know who tricked her and how it was all done

“Release her.” I commanded my men, who were still holding her hands and legs. They hesitated for a few seconds before slowly letting her go while peering at me in confusion.

“What is your name?” I asked the young, beautiful girl. I wish not to use the word beautiful, but I just can’t deny it.

Every second passed, and it was as if she kept glowing in beauty even when she looked unkempt. That was why I said it felt like I was just seeing her because she was prettier, and her boobs were making me hard, making it difficult to resist the urge to hold and squeeze them in my hands.

I loved the feeling of touching her shoulder, so imagine cuddling and getting our bodies entangled. The sight of her l*ps at that moment was even sparking the desire to k*ss.

“You are my mate?” I spoke lowly in disbelief as she wrapped her arms around her breasts, ashamed of the eyes looking at her.

I removed my jacket and offered it to her, which she took slowly with suspicion in her eyes and wore.

“We need to talk. Something is wrong somewhere for you to be my mate. It can’t happen. I can’t even smell your mate’s scent, and you don’t have an inner wolf. This must be a joke, right? I breathed, and she sniffed, more tears pouring down her eyes uncontrollably. Her l*ps were trembling as she seemed to be fighting back the urge to burst into a s o b.

and “Will you accept a mate like me, or would I be facing double rejection? My first mate just rejected me not long ago, you, who abhor me too turns out to be my mate. Why is my life a mess?” She sniffled, covering her face with her palm.

I promised whoever will be my mate one thing, and that is death, because I don’t want to become soft. I hate seeing myself

my sword. act tenderly-different from the devil I am. Don’t cry; I will help end your pain gently with

I exhaled heavily, fighting the emotions that were building up in me. I was literally feeling excitement that she was rejected by her first mate, which gave me the chance to be her mate.

Why? I thought I detested anything concerning having a mate.

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