"Let's begin," Amory gruntled begrudgingly. The utterance felt like I was pricked with a thousand sharp needles. He was obviously not enticed by the sight of my body and beauty even though I was clad in sexy lingerie. He watched me disdainfully, but I was determined not to back down after I recalled Samantha's words, "The first day I saw you...I knew you were the one made to tame his beast" I puffed out dauntlessly and sauntered seductively towards him. I did it exactly the way I had rehearsed, but his second statement made me halt my steps as my heart crumbled into tiny pieces. "I am only going to fuck you from the back. Not on the mattress, but on the divan. The reason why I am here with you is to just mark you as my mate. They need evidence that you are my mate. No other reason, woman! You are nothing but rejected after this night!" he spat. Who does that on their first night together? ************* Odeya was still hoping and praying to find her mate when her friends had all given birth. She altered from a lady who once adored the royalty lifestyle to someone who desperately desired her soulmate, even if he was the poorest pauper. The harsh treatment from the dwellers of Oceania wasn't helping either, but one evening, everything switched after she was coaxed by her long-time friend to participate in a duel that linked her to find her mate, who eventually turned out to be her prominent misery.
Chapter 1 Tormenting twist
INTRODUCTION ~~~
Decor was supervised under the monarchy system of government. It was once a united and defeatless Nation until a furor struck after the Emperor's confidante betrayed him and attempted to snatch the crown. The wicked best friend, Cone vented sacred secrets, made a fuss about the Royal ancestry, and assembled armies whom he had been gathering.
Cone flooded the loyal militaries with lies about the Emperor, and worked in unison with them to commit a disheartening treason which was partially successful as seven-year-old Amory's pregnant elder sister who was a Princess was murdered. Amory, who was the young Crown Prince watched his favourite sibling get slaughtered mercilessly.
There was radical famine.
The old and young died during the three years of combat. Out of vulnerability, the Emperor begged his friend to let them separate since his patrons were too much. Still immersed in greediness, Cone agreed to the proposal but would take the Emperor's wife as a trade whom the Emperor handed over without hesitation.
An extreme tragedy for Amory, as he was traumatized for years to witness the betrayers tug his mother away.
The people of Great Decor detached, and the majority of the Parks joined Cone since there was nothing tangible left in their homeland.
Decor crumbled, and the people were separated by a forbidden forest that was cast with spiritual wolves by the most powerful witches of all time. The remaining citizens in Decor stayed, and united together as Genovians, while Cone named his new country Oceania. He made it forbidden for the Oceanians to mention their former country, and just like that, their history was erased, but of course history forgotten, is history wasted.
25 YEARS, LATER SOMEWHERE IN OCEANIA~~~~~~~
Odeya's POV
Oh! goodness, here we go again.
"The crown Prince of Oceania wants you to go through the mate contradiction process, young lady. He wants you to be his concubine," Mum snarled. She was irritated by my denial of the grand proposal.
"I thought I made it clear that I don't like him, mother. I understand that you are aggrieved about the fact that I couldn't find my mate, but he isn't the last option either," I responded calmly, my wolf forfeiting resilience.
My inner being constantly encourages me to fight back for myself, but I guess she was fed up too. It hasn't been easy, it has never been easy. Those judging eyes of people honed on my mother for being a barren destitute widow. I was her only daughter before she decided to get married as a second wife to a partially wealthy but vulgar man. Their buzzes and gossip about me being incompetent to find my mate.
In our custom, it's believed that the least age to find your soulmate is at the age of twenty. At that span, the body would have been calling for sexual cravings. Once it exceeds that period, you are regarded as a pariah, an outcast, the type that would be subjected to an extreme travesty.
It's not an immorality in my realm, but a supposed conviction tightly held onto by the people of Oceania. They weren't suspicious of me for two years at first, but as soon as every friend of mine left, all of them now married to their respective mates, the people in my neighborhood switched on to pointing fingers at my mother and me once again.
My mother couldn't handle the humiliation I brought upon her. She constantly nagged, and mauled me for the past few years, accusing me of bringing shame to her.
I was the type that wished to be mated with a strikingly handsome man. The one that has a build like that of a Greek God.
Well... who doesn't? But the worst thing is not to have anyone to call yours.
Then, my friends would always joke about how much I blowhard about my anonymous mate, and I would brag further by saying "He would come on his two knees begging me to be his eternal soulmate, and I would pretend to be in plunging meditation and then he would say with a sincere heart and sweet masculine voice "my love be mine, and I would be yours forever" then my eyes would become teary, but he would hug me instead. After entangling from the passionate hug, we would engage in an intense kiss"
My pals would all blush at my notional dialogue, while I would burst out in a soft laugh while rolling my eyes dreamily.
All those were fictional dreams. I knew it then, but I had never foreseen myself after many years without a man to claim as mine.
I was beautiful, no doubt the most attractive among my peers, which made it surprising that I would be the one with no life partner. Denying those men who were also denied by their mates was my biggest regret because I am deemed a cursed being since I am over twenty-five years old.
'I shouldn't exaggerate because some other people were not able to find their mates either' I severally used that phrase to motivate myself but deep down, I knew they still later got entangled as a second wife out of vulnerability, but I don't like sharing my man. I just want my mate. I don't care if he is a pauper or the ugliest man in the world. I don't want to dream about him being Royalty or a Greek God anymore.
It got to a stage where every time any of my childhood pals came visiting with their offspring and husband. I mostly got aware from my mother since she wouldn't stop oppressing me. I usually tell our domestic workers to tell those of them who managed to visit that I was not around. I was aware that their purpose of visiting was to either make jest of me or throw pity stares my way.
Although most of them quit being friends with me, I still have one who just won't give up on me. Delilah sees me as a companion, but I do flout her too. The beginning of my worst nightmare started when she visited last week Thursday.
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