Fated and Chained to the Beastly Alpha King

CALYRA VEYNE

The door flung open, and Calyra jolted up from her seat. It wasn't the suddenness of the door opening that frightened her this much; it was her father, Alpha Veyne of the Coastal Tidecliffs Pack, who entered with his ever deadpan face along with his men and Lady Lysa, her mother.

He scrutinised her from head to toe and walked closer to her, his ruthless hand clamped around her throat as she choked for breath; she dared not show the painful reaction to him.

"You better not disgrace me at the Binding Ceremony! If anything goes wrong tonight, I'd have your head on a spike and have your mother's womb carved out." He growled at her face, and Calyra nodded repeatedly as she fought for breath.

"Now get her moving!" Alpha Veyne ordered, the Delta guard's rough fingers dug into her arm as they dragged her out of the room. Calyra was used to this treatment all her life, and these horrible treatments from her father, who loathes her because she wasn't a boy or useful to him, had led to this day.

She had been groomed all her life to be bonded to the High Alpha King of the Nine Courts, the only reason her father had kept her alive, the only way she was useful to him.

Tonight, marking her 18th birthday, was set to be her mating ceremony with the High Alpha King Therion Vex, and everything was expected to be perfect; she was expected to be perfect, or she risked death.

Calyra had lived all her life wondering why she had been betrothed to the high king who had lived for a century. Though he remained 38 years old in appearance, that wasn't the issue. Why her in particular?

And this marriage pact to her father, Alpha Veyne, means raising the status of his house and pack; Calyra's shoulder weighed down heavily by all these expectations and stakes, even her mother's life is on the line.

She couldn't help as a shudder ran down her spine, her fingers cold as she was being transported to the moonspire, under the moon where vows and biting and markings would happen, where she would be claimed. Calyra wondered what the High King looked like, who he would be. She'd heard rumours of how ruthless and tyrannical he is, and this only scared her to death.

"Lyra?" She heard her mother's soft voice call; her face looked happy and assuring, but Calyra knew deep down she was nervous and scared for her daughter. Lady Lysa held her tiny hands softly.

"Are you nervous?" She asked,

"I guess, Mother, Father said our life depends on this. I'm scared for us." Calyra's face etched with emotions,

"It's okay, my love; let's look at the bright side... you'd become the Luna Queen and escape this hell that you go through in your father's house. Even your title will be above his."

But what if it doesn't go as planned? What if