The Doomed Lycan’s Mate

Henna

Except for a few sniffles I could no longer contain, the whole ride to his estate was silent. Even though all he did was sip from the pocket alcohol bottle the entire time, he didn't appear intoxicated, and even from a distance, I could smell the alcohol on him.

There was something very...scary about him. And as the seconds ticked by, an odd terror began to rise within me.

I was ignorant of him. I had no idea who he was or what he did. I had never been here before. It was scary for me to be in such a vulnerable situation, especially as a girl who was never allowed to leave her group.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of a massive mansion that was well furnished and encircled by a considerable number of trees, giving the impression that a gloomy shadow had shrouded this lovely location.

Raul took hold of my wrist and yanked me violently out of the vehicle. Keeping up with his pace was challenging, made more so by the fact that I was wearing bare feet covered in cuts and blisters.

He pulled me inside the mansion with force after the guards unlocked the main entrance.

When they noticed Raul's approach, a large group of maids and laborers gathered around us. They were terrified, as evidenced by the way their trembling breaths stayed visible and the way all of their unwavering eyes were fixed on the ground.

However, my gaze suddenly shifted to see the woman descending the stairs. Her red gown fitted her glowing skin like a second layer, even though it exposed a lot of skin, and her blonde hair reached her shoulders. Her eyes first met mine with curiosity, but they quickly darkened when they saw Raul's hand grasping mine.

She approached us, sipping from the wine glass she carried with casualness as she strolled down.

"I did not know you went to purchase some slave," she said.

"Because it's none of your fucking business, Clara." With a scowl in his blue eyes, Raul spat, and Clara immediately cowered away.

"I apologize, Alpha. "I apologize; I didn't mean for it to sound like this," she said, her voice suddenly seeming honey-sweet.

Raul shoved me to the maid's side, ignoring her.

"Here, get her all cleaned up and escort her to the room beside mine." "I want her clean, with every trace of other wolves eliminated from her body," he commanded. You get it?"

"Yes, Alpha." The maid observed my weakness and struggled to stay still on my feet, so she bowed nicely and gently held me to keep me standing.

"What's your name?" Clara raised an eyebrow at me and questioned.

"Henna."

"Is she a new slave?" Clara's tone softened once more when she asked Raul the question this time.

Raul's hands balled into fists, and his jaw tightened, "Yes, she is." It was evident that he disliked having too many questions posed to him.

"So that means she can serve me as well; I needed a maid anyway," she said, stepping closer to him and sliding her hand around his arm while sensually dragging her nails up towards his bicep. To conduct my routine pedicure and other things, you know, so..."

Raul interrupted Clara before she could finish her statement and threw the pocket alcohol bottle against the closest wall mirror.

"Enough!" I shook my hands violently, breathing trembled, and closed my eyes in terror as his booming voice reverberated across the room. "I have not spent two million dollars on her just for some of your fucking pedicure and stupid stuff that you can do on your own," he said. Because you are aware of the potential implications, stay in your lane.

Clara's expression was hidden by shock, and she recoiled a few paces.

"She is mine to use; I purchased her." With a death gaze on her face, he said, "Go to your fucking room now. In this present moment!" He gave an order.

She sped up the stairs without even waiting for a second, and before she could leave our sight, she gave me an odd glance that betrayed a deeper, more profound, unfathomable hatred.

Raul took a deep breath, the anger still visible on his face, and the blue veins next to his neck stood like one more piece of evidence. His quietness unnerved me.

The maid appeared to realize it was not the best idea to watch him get angry while standing there.

"Let's go," She helped me head up the stairs and out of the hall while whispering to me.

But there were blazing holes in the set of eyes that belonged to my companion.

Did not disappear in any way behind my head.

While the maid scrubbed and cleansed my body, I sat in the hot tub, unmoving and lost in a jumble of thoughts.

I realized this new mood would not continue, even though it was somewhat serene after spending so many days in that inferno. Tears welled up in my eyes again at the memory of Raul's hateful eyes for me.

"How is Clara related to the Alpha?" The only thing I had spoken up to at that point was the question. Therefore, I found myself asking it.

"Oh...she's his mistress." She responded.

He's got a mistress.

My chest was assailed by a sharp pain that knotted up in the middle and made breathing difficult.

It hurt to think that he was seeing someone else. After only a few hours of meeting my partner, he had already demonstrated uninterested in seeing my face. Therefore, I didn't even have the right to protest.

What had I done wrong for this world to be so cruel? If I had not been born with a wolf, my life would have been so much better. Perhaps Raul would not have hated me but instead adored me.

Was it my fault that the goddess made me a burden for everyone rather than making me powerful and attractive?

"Your name's Henna, right?" The maid's inquiry dispelled my fog.

I nodded and wiped away my tears swiftly. But her compassionate and understanding stare said it all—she had already recognized that I was crying.

Observe...Accepting the truth can be brutal, but I'm stating this for your benefit; the sooner you take it, the less damage it will cause." "Please be careful of him. He's lethal," she said quietly. You could be killed by a single mistake. Remember that he has no concept of mercy, so avoid doing anything that could put your life in danger."

Even though I witnessed it, it was difficult to accept that my partner was callous and savage. There was not a shred of feeling in his eyes.

"H-how many people have he killed till now?" My speech faltered.

"Countless." "But the first person he killed was his," the maid sighed.

father, eleven years old."

After hearing what she had just stated, my heart stopped.

Did he murder his father?

"Do you...do you know why he killed his father?"

No, I'm not. It seems that no one is aware of it. Most people are ignorant of Alpha Raul's history, and those aware of it avoid discussing it out of fear." She responded, "It's just like one of those secrets that have been buried in the dark, just like his curse that one knows about."

"Yeah, he is cursed." She said.

"And there's no one who knows what it is?"

"Kinda. Most people assume it's his brutal and cruel deeds that have made the goddess bestow the curse upon him, and it could be the case, but if anyone who can know about it is...Zara ."

"Who's Zara ?"

Before she could respond to my query, a maid entered the restroom in a hurry.

"Nadia, hurry up and get her ready. Alpha will arrive here at any moment." Taking one look at me, she said.

I knew Raul's coming would be nothing more than torment for me as Nadia's gaze shifted to stare at me sadly...