A BRIDE FOR THE BEAST (Unveiling the Cursed legacy)

~Crescent moon Pack~

Tayla's Pov

"Tyler!" I screamed in horror, the roses slipping from my trembling hands as I witnessed the unthinkable sight of my mother entwined with my mate, both unclothed.

Waves of nausea crashed over me, and I couldn't bear the nightmarish scene unfolding before my eyes.

Tears streamed down my face as I cried out in agony, my body convulsing uncontrollably.

In my anguish, I involuntarily unleashed my powers, causing chaos to erupt around me before succumbing to unconsciousness.

When I regained consciousness in the hospital, a devastating realization crashed upon me like a relentless tide—I had suffered a miscarriage.

I had been carrying a child without even knowing, and the loss shattered my heart.

Confronted by my mother's presence, a furious roar escaped my lips in my wolf form as I marked her face with anger, leaving behind a scar that would forever serve as a reminder of her betrayal.

Tyler hurried to her side, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, and touched the blood on her face.

Then, his gaze turned towards me, a scorching glare capable of setting the world ablaze.

Disregarding him, I unleashed a venomous torrent of words upon my mother. "You are the most despicable mother I have ever known. May you suffer an abhorrent fate."

Gritting her teeth in anguish, my mother attempted to shift the blame onto my mate. "Don't hold me responsible for your misfortune. It was your mate who pursued me."

"You have forever been a disgraceful harlot," I hissed, cutting her off.

"Tayla!" Tyler's voice boomed, his eyes transforming into fiery red orbs of a wolf.

Speaking with commanding authority, he declared, "You are hereby banished from the Crescent moon Pack. You shall never return."

I stood frozen, incapable of uttering a single word.
That was the moment I was cast out from the pack, transformed into a homeless Wolf—a rogue aimlessly wandering through the city. Bereft of purpose, I succumbed to my desires, seeking temporary solace in pleasures to numb the pain.

I became enslaved by my own cravings, forsaking the aspirations I once cherished.

The bond with my mate gnawed at my very being, threatening to consume me entirely.

If I didn't find solace in the embrace of another, the agony would escalate, ultimately leading to my demise.

Despite my mother's continued betrayal with my mate, I refused to die for that scoundrel.

Instead, I became consumed by thoughts of revenge, vowing to make their lives as wretched as they had made mine.

However, before I could set my vengeance into motion, I found myself lost and devoid of purpose.

The weight of the mate bond bore down on me, crushing my spirit, and I yearned for an Alpha's mark to alleviate the pain.

Time was of the essence, for as long as my mother remained entangled with my mate, my life hung in the balance.

I despised her—she had always been a promiscuous woman, taking what didn't rightfully belong to her.

I swore to exact my revenge, to make her pay for the destruction she had wrought upon my life.

For an agonizing week, I endured excruciating pain, roaming the streets as a homeless outcast, adrift in the sprawling city.

And then, by a twist of fate, I stumbled upon a brothel. Desperate for sustenance and clothing, I offered my services in exchange.

It was there that I encountered Lycan, a mysterious figure shrouded in darkness, his piercing blue eyes locked onto me.

He volunteered to mark me, severing the fated bond with Tyler, and in my desperation to rid myself.

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In the dimly lit room, two masked figures sat, their postures straightened, and their backs turned against the door.


"What if he doesn't show up?" One of them asked calmly.


"We'd kill him." His partner replied casually. As if he was talking about the weather. Like he wasn't talking about killing a full blooded human.


The door swung open, just as he uttered the words, and a white cloaked old man appeared.


His hands were tucked behind his back, and he walked towards them, with calm calculated strides.

"I'm sorry for the delay..." The man began saying, but one of the masked figures cut him off.


"What did you see?"


The smile which had begun spreading on the man's face wiped off immediately. His eyes narrowed, however he said nothing.


"It wouldn't work." He finally uttered, his voice lowered almost to a whisper. He remained standing, opting to lean against the wall, instead.


The room became silent, and the only source of noise was the crisp echo of the wind outside, courtesy of an impending storm.


The air suddenly became stifling, and the old man slowly made his way to a vacant chair. He had barely made himself comfortable, when one of them, obviously the master amongst the two, spoke up.


"Explain." Just a word was enough to make beads of sweat form on the old man's forehead.


"The only one who can save you, from the curse, is your mate." The old man's voice surprisingly wasn't shaky, despite the look of fear, clearly written on his face.


"Come off it, Daguar, I can't have a mate. I can't stay loyal to a single person, and be bound by a sacred mating bond." The masked figure with long flowing hair, who had spoken earlier, said yet again.


"That's what I saw." Daguar muttered. His heart thudded against his chest, and he gulped nervously.


"Well," The former rose, in a calm manner. His next movement was swift, and unexpected. Seconds later, Daguar's head lay beside his body.


"Clean up this mess." He said calmly, and sheathed his sword, without bothering to wipe the blood off.


"Yes Alpha." His partner replied, his demeanor, unfazed. Almost as if, he didn't witness the death of the pack's seer.


"Not a word of what happened today, should be heard by a single soul. If it does..." He left his words hanging, and stared out, through the window.


His hands inched closer to his face, and he pulled off his mask.


"I, Alpha Redrick, would never have a mate." He said, in a tone of finality. Lightning cut across the sky, right at that moment, fairly illuminating his facial features.

Sophia's POV

~Five years later~

Sophia woke up to the sound of a scream outside her window. Her heart raced as she sat up in bed, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

She listened carefully, but all she could hear was the sound of swords clashing in the distance.

She got out of bed and walked to the window, peering out through the curtains. What she saw made her gasp.

There was a war going on in the kingdom. Soldiers in armor were fighting with swords and shields, their battle cries echoing through the streets. Buildings were on fire, and people were running in every direction, trying to escape the chaos.

Sophia watched with terror in her heart as the battle raged on. She knew that her family was in danger, and she needed to do something to help.

Without even thinking, she put on her clothes and ran out of the house, determined to find her family and make sure they were safe.

She dodged soldiers and debris a