Banished By The Alpha King: Claimed By The Lycan Beast

Elara's POV

I had never been slapped before.

Not like this.

The sting exploded across my cheek, sharp and unexpected, sending a burst of heat through my skin. I staggered back a step in the dimly lit servants' corridor, the tray of silver goblets clattering against my hip. Blood bloomed on my tongue where my teeth had caught the inside of my lip.

Luna Seraphine's eyes narrowed, her voice low and clipped. "Careful, girl. Liora asked you to help the maids prepare the ballroom as your contribution to the Grand Mating Ball. If you can't manage even that without making a racket, perhaps you should stay out of sight entirely."

I blinked, stunned more by the strike than the words. In the Eclipse Pack, I wasn't beaten or starved. I wasn't locked in a dungeon or forced to sleep in a broom closet. I was simply... overlooked. Given chores, expected to serve quietly, treated with the same distant indifference most gave to a low-ranking wolf who hadn't shifted yet. Liora had always been the one to assign my tasks, brushing her hair, fetching her gowns, helping with preparations like tonight but even she usually kept it to sharp words, not hands. Her parents never let her maltreat me. They have always been very good to me. But since they died, everything changed. Sometimes I wondered how such kind people could raise a daughter like Liora.

"I'm really sorry, Luna," I murmured, lowering my gaze to the stone floor. "It will not happen again."

"See to it that it doesn't." She smoothed her emerald gown and swept away, leaving the faint scent of roses lingering like an accusation.

I touched my cheek gingerly. It throbbed, but the surprise hurt worse. Why tonight? Why now, when the entire realm was arriving for the mating ceremony? I had always done what was asked. I kept my head down. I never complained. The pack tolerated me well enough, no one went out of their way to hurt me. So this... this felt wrong. Personal.

I shook it off, straightened my gray dress, and picked up the tray again. Liora had summoned me at dawn with her usual sweet-sharp smile. "You will assist the maids today, Elara. It's important that everything looks perfect. You understand, don't you?" I had nodded, as always. She was the princess, after all, the golden daughter everyone adored. I was just her handmaid.

By evening the grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers. Music floated through the air, soft and elegant. Alphas in dark velvet, Lunas in jewel-toned gowns, unmated daughters laughing behind gloved hands. I slipped among them like a shadow, tray balanced, offering champagne with quiet "My lord" and "My lady." No one looked twice. That was how I preferred it. Being in the background, being unnoticed.

Then the scent crashed over me. I had never scented anything before. I didn't have my wolf yet. I was easily mistaken as a human most times. I even began to see