LUCAS' POINT OF VIEW
I woke up with a splitting headache but somehow, I wasn't alone in bed. My frown deepened when I realized the woman in bed with me wasn't my brown haired mate but a fucking long-haired brunette who had a few strands of the hair dyed silvery blonde.
I felt my head spin at the thought that I spent a stupid wild drugged night with a stranger right after I found my mate and made a vow to cherish her for as long as I live.
It wasn't intentional. I just wanted to have a few cups to get my mind off the long-haired brunette that claimed Diana wasn't my mate and everything she said as she haunted my entire evening but I ended up in bed with another brunette!
I felt the slut stir in bed and my veins threatened to pop when I met her awfully familiar pair of striking blue eyes that held the worst venoms any pair could contain.
"Why the fuck are you here, you fucking whore!" I yelled at her, making her flinch away from me as my eyes blazed with sheer anger.
She messed with my brain and made me think for a moment that I was too harsh on her when we met at the hallway but then she wriggled her way into my bed right after that?!
"I... I don't know, I have no idea" she whimpered, tears and a confusion that could fool anyone simmering in her eyes. Only, I'd be dumb to believe her one more time after this stunt she pulled.
"You staged all this? Drugged me into sleeping with you because I chose your sister and not you? Is that what this is all about?!" I asked impatiently, utilizing all the self control I've learned over the years to keep myself from strangling her to death right there.
"No! I would never stage something like this, I promise..." She was explaining, but even her voice irritated me right now.
One more word and I could really have her head on a platter. The only thing stopping me right now was the fact that she is my mate's sister. No matter how cunning and sneaky she is... I couldn't put my mate through the pain of losing a family member.
"Enough! Enough with all the lies when the truth is staring right at you, slut. I just want you to run out of this room like your life depends on it, right now... Because it does!" I thundered and she scrambled out of the bed, bending to pick up her clothes from the ground before trying to squeeze herself into them.
"Are you deaf or do you simply have a death wish?!" I asked, annoyed by the fact that she still had the guts to wait and get dressed in front of me after I just told her to run out like her life depended on it.
"Well, I'd rather be killed than go out looking like this to feed the eyes of those monsters out there with my nakedness" she snapped, despite the tears that pooled in her eyes and I went speechless for a few seconds as I just stared at her like she'd grown horns on her head.
That makes it the first time someone has ever been bold enough to snap at me and the thought that it was a cheap slut like her made it more so terribly, foolishly amusing. Her blind defiance unnerved me.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out" I spelled, word for word, my eyes blazing amber gold but instead of fear, she only had the look of disappointment in her eyes as she zipped up her dress and stormed out of my room, just in time for Raymond to walk in.
"I want you to find out every single thing that happened to me from the moment I started drinking yesterday evening till I became desperate enough to have that filthy slut in my bed, Raymond. Every single detail!" I ordered and he nodded once but still remained unmoving.
"What are you waiting for?!" I asked, feeling agitated and totally irritated, knowing that slut would probably blab in her sister's face about sleeping together and ruin everything I've worked for.
"Alpha McGregor wants me to bring you over to the main palace within thirty minutes" Raymond muttered and I sighed hard, getting out of bed and storming into the shower with pent up hatred in my heart.
In thirty minutes, I was already standing in front of my father and mother but the vibe in here wasn't something I wanted to see after an entirely humiliating morning.
My father slammed the tablet in his hand into his desk as he signalled for me to take it and watch whatever it was that made him look this mad.
And there it was. A video clip of that fucking slut, walking out of my hotel room with a misleading enough headline.
"Tell me, Lucas. Did you or did you not spend the night with this young lady?" My father asked and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to stay calm because flaring up in front of him would do me absolutely no good.
"I did. But it meant nothing, Father. I was not in my right mind" I explained and it was my mother's turn to speak.
"I'm a woman myself, Lucas. And if something like this happened, I would feel wronged and violated if the man partially responsible for dragging my name in the mud doesn't want to bear his responsibility" Mother said calmly, referring to the girl.
"I am not responsible for a slut like her after she wriggled her way into my bed, mother. This has NOTHING to do with me!" I snapped, hating that she was blindly taking the girl's side like she was oh-so-innocent.
"It has everything to do with you, Lucas. The pack members will keep gossiping. There are already several posts of mockery online in less than an hour and I will let no son of mine ruin the name I've spent years and decades building to be perfect!" He thundered and I fisted my hands tightly beside me.
"You have to be responsible for her..."
"And?"
"The only way is to get married to her" he added and my heart immediately sank.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me, Father" I asked and he met my glare with a shrug.
"You heard me right, Son. You're getting married to her. She's just another Covey anyway, it wouldn't make much difference" he said nonchalantly and my insides threatened to burst with fury.
"It makes a difference, Father. She's not my mate and I'm not going to be involved in a loveless, mateless marriage! Especially not with someone like her!" I muttered sternly and I watched his eyes blaze with a defiance that was bound to crush mine.
"It's either you marry Raelynn Covey or you forfeit your position as my heir, Lucas McGregor. So... what's it going to be?" He said the words that broke the camel's back and I scoffed.
"You can just die with your throne then. Your LUNA would have a great time taking care of it after your demise, you know?" I told him meanly and he chuckled darkly in sharp contrast with my mother's shocked gasp. It's been years since I last argued with my father... And rudely at that.
"Oh, no, Lucas. I'm going to crown Enzo as Alpha the moment you chose to defy me. It'll be so much better that way, won't it? My throne in the hands of another young blood" He muttered and the mention of my cousin touched another deep-rooted hatred from deep within me. "However, the moment I watch you share those little vows with Raelynn Covey in front of the entire pack, I'll crown you as my successor, the new Alpha of Blood Oath Pack. The choice is yours, son"
"Time's ticking, position's slipping" he taunted when I remained speechless and I knew darn well that whatever Gregor says through his fucking mouth, is what he fucking does. So I chose the easiest way.
"Fine! I'll marry her" I muttered and his eyes lit up as he settled into his chair. "But on one condition!" I added and he raised a brow.
"What is it?"
"My private life will be none of your concern from this moment on. I marry her and you stay clear of my personal life" I muttered clearly.
"So long you have a heir within a sensible circle, then we have a deal young man"
I'm going to make that bitch regret this. And when I'm done with her, she would beg to leave but it'll be too late for her. She would wish she never crossed me.