The Rogue King's Cursed Mate

"The first rule of revenge is survival, the second rule is silence, the third is precision, and the fourth? Don't look back."

˙❥ VALKYRIE

How does one feel when they're different?

White eyes.

White hair.

An Omega.

Worse, they're wolf-less.

Caught in a circle of strong werewolves, their eyes wide and fierce, burning with intensity. I could hear the tiny, hushed whispers of their voices.

Mothers held their pups firmly while the male werewolves stood protectively, as if I were an omen.

"She's a witch."

"Murderer."

A loud snarl drew out from one of them, and the circle separated to reveal a man in a shiny gold robe, his black hair damped with gel and perfectly styled.

Alpha Jayden.

I stared up at him, drool mixed with blood pooling at the corner of my mouth as a low whimper escaped my lips. He wasn't alone. Amara, a pack friend turned sister, clung behind, a mischievous glint settled within her eyes, and a small smile grazed her cheeks.

Jayden crouched to my level and his fingers snaked beneath my chin, lifting my head to meet his blue ones now tainted with coldness.

"Why did you do that?" He questioned, softly, yet the words sliced through my chest like a sword laced with silver.

Yesterday, I lost my mother. She was fine and doing well until she suddenly slumped. I watched as her eyes rolled back and her mouth and nose dripped with black blood, struggling to survive with her arms spread frantically, gasping for air. I was petrified yet glued to my stance and just like that, I watched as life seeped out of her.

I couldn't save her and before you ask why I couldn't call anyone, it's because no one would have helped. Not the Alpha king, Alpha Ryder, or his son, Jayden, who has always been the only best friend I had, nor Amara, who has been taken care of under our roof after she lost her parents to the war in the pack years ago.

Not the Beta, pack members, or doctors.

I know because my Dad had died that way, even when I ran with my small feet. My mum had also gone to the Alpha, but we were shunned, disposed of, and meant to let my Dad die.

That day, my mum had tossed me aside, blaming me for the misfortune.

"Why did you have to come out this way?! Like the witch that had been killed on the night of the blood moon?"

She sniffed.

"Why do I have to be the one to suffer for what I knew nothing about?"

I heard I wasn't the only one who had these features. An Omega called Akira, said to be a witch, was burned by the members of this pack, even before I was born. She had striking white hair and eyes and a similar birthmark beneath her navel.

I, too, wonder. Why was I born this way?

Why do I have to bear the