The Lycan's Revengeful Rejected Mate (Katherine) novel Chapter 1

Katherine:

"Flog her! Lock her up without food and water till she dies." My mate, Zane yelled at his soldiers as I knelt on the ground pleading and asking myself how on earth Zane had believed everything."

"I swear on our unborn baby's life, Zane, I didn't do it. I didn't kill the Alpha king. They're all liars, Zane, believe me. Why don't you believe me, Zane."

Tears rolled down uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop it. "Zane!" I yelled again as they picked me up from the floor. I tried to struggle free from their grip, but I was forced to the floor and I fell with a thud wincing in pain and hoping the fall had not affected the children growing in me. "Please, believe me." I cried out in a whimper, staring down the soil and the blood from the sprain on my ankle, and once again, I was being lifted to face my mate.

"I, Alpha Zane of the blue crest pack, reject you, Katherine Everhart as my mate and future Luna, accept my rejection!" He yelled back at me. His words were like barbed wires, piercing through every corner of my nerves, but I knew if I didn't accept it, I was going to die because I was nothing more than an omega.

Omega's we're the weakest amongst all werewolf ranks. We were considered worthless and the one thing that we couldn't do was to reject a rejection.

How on earth could Zane do this to me, how could he believe the words of my foster sister and my family when he knew how much they despised me?

I stared at his deep blue eyes still raging with so much anger. I understood he was so hurt and angry at the death of his father, the Alpha king, but it wasn't me, and I couldn't prove it because my family had planned everything too well, even shocking me to my bones. I always knew they never loved me, especially my foster sister Jane, but I never knew they would all go to this extreme just to get me out of Zane's life.

My gaze averted to Jane who was standing behind my mate her arms folded under her breast. She had a satisfied smirk plastered on her face which represented her accomplishment to my downfall and there was nothing I could do to show Zane that I was innocent. I was carrying his children, and yet he didn't look me in the eyes, or he didn't care. I expected even a little bit of pity, but Zane wasn't the man I thought I knew anymore.

I sniffled again, holding my stomach to feel our babies, our 7-month-old babies. I could tell they were also in so much pain like I was, and I wish there was something I could do to save them from what was about to befall us. They were going to die before their birth, and that was what I feared most.

"I, Katherine Everhart, accept your rejection." I summoned enough courage and said. My wolf Lyla howled in pain, trying as much as possible to keep us standing. Thunderstruck in the sky and I immediately knew that the bond between Zane and I was over.

I was going to die anyway because Zane wouldn't spare me, but one thing I knew was that I would never forgive him even in death for betraying me in this manner. The pain felt like a nail was being pierced through my heart, or like a sizzling fire burning my internal organs without mercy, and slowly squeezing life out of me.

I tried to fall, but the soldiers held me firm so I wouldn't, and then I found Jane's gaze again from my distance where I was standing

Her eyes told me,

"I warned you bitch, you could have saved yourself and walked away when I gave you a chance, now take a look at your pitiful self."

"Goddess." I cried out almost in a whimper.

"Take her away immediately," Zane yelled at his men. As I was being dragged away, I told myself I had to be strong for my babies. No matter what, I had to be strong. I had to bring them into this world before dying.

"Throw her in." The head soldier ordered after I had been flogged mercilessly. Even though I was carrying Zane's children, the future heirs, I was treated like a slave. These children had royal blood in them. As they threw me into the dungeon, I crawled until I got to the wall and rested on it, laying my hands on my stomach. I was bleeding from everywhere hoping that all of this would be some sort of a dream that I would wake up from, but as much as I hated it, everything that happened earlier felt so real.

My own family! How could they do this to me? My father even consented to their evil plans after everything he had done to me and my late mother.