MATED TO THE RUTHLESS LYCAN KING

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Zane drove down the dark road, his coordination disrupted by his drunken tendency, he was met with a fate far more than his comprehension, but it made him sober real quick.

The moment his head hit the side, it cleared, but not very much, it was still hazy.

"Got ya!" He heard a voice said, before he could blink, he saw a grown wolf lunging at him at the corner of his eyes, he didn't think twice, he shifted into his black colored wolf and strip as well.

The two wolves circled each other, growling and snarling. Zane's heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to assess the situation. Why was there a wolf attacking him?

As the other wolf lunged at him, Zane dodged to the side and snapped his jaws at it. Their teeth clashed together and Zane felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He had never felt so alive.

But then, something strange happened. The other wolf faltered, stepping back and whining softly. Zane didn't understand, but he took the opportunity to attack. He pounced on the other wolf, pinning it down with his front paws and baring his teeth.

The other wolf whimpered and submitted, bowing its head in defeat. Zane hesitated for a moment before releasing the other wolf and stepping back. What had just happened? And why did he suddenly feel lightheaded.

He looked around and saw that it was an ambush, he swayed, trying to fight the lightheadedness, but it was futile.

But, the alpha wolf in him would not surrender easily, so he growled, kicked his paw, signaling for the next opponent to attack.

Suddenly, a pack of wolves emerged from the shadows, encircling Zane and the other wolf. Zane knew he was outnumbered, but he refused to go down without a fight. He braced himself, his black fur standing on end as he prepared to defend himself.

The pack of wolves charged towards him, their eyes glinting in the moonlight. Zane bit down hard on the leg of the first wolf that came at him, tearing off a chunk of flesh. The wolf howled in pain, but Zane was already on to the next one.

He dodged and weaved, using his speed and agility to outmaneuver the pack. But there were just too many of them. One of the wolves managed to sink its teeth into his hind leg, causing Zane to yelp in pain.

As he stumbled, more wolves pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. Zane fought back with all his might, but it was no use.

He dropped like a sack of sand, but not before making out the face of his attacker.

"Crazy rogue." He said in himself, drifting to sleep.

Unbeknownst to Zane, ever since they bested him and his pack of rogues at the Blue Hills pack, he had been on his tail, looking for the perfect moment to strike, when he saw that he was struggling with the packs unmerge, he knew it was best to attack then.

Taking one alpha out would make his job easy.

"Take him." He commanded those that followed him.

He has every intention of making all of his sadistic fantasy come to pass on Zane's body.

When Zane came to, he was in a strange place, bound and gagged. He tried to shift into his wolf form, but he couldn't. Panic set in as he realized he was completely vulnerable.

Jude stepped out of the shadows, a wicked grin on his face. "You should have known better than to mess with me," he sneered.

Zane struggled against his bonds, but it was no use. He was completely at the rogue's mercy.

Jude walked up to him and traced a finger down his chest, causing Zane to shudder. "I have so many plans for you, Zane. So many ways to make you suffer."

Zane glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing him scared.

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