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 it turns out wrong? Calyra thought inwardly, and shudders ran through her spine again. Calyra just smiled and nodded at her mother's reassuring words, and as she tucked her auburn, gold-threaded hair that shimmer under the full moon, Lady Lysa kissed her cheek softly. Calyra hated that she and her mother had never truly lived but only survived in Alpha Veyne's home; he used their fear as leverage and always kept them under his finger, which infuriated her all the time, but she had been cruelly gentled a lot of times, so she would dare not show restraint on her face. .... Then the heavy door of the sphere-shaped moonspire opened, and her father, Alpha Veyne, was called in. "Alpha Veyne of the Coastal Tidecliffs Pack and his lady wife, Lysa Veyne... Present with their daughter, Calyra Veyne of the Tidecliffs Pack." The herald called in, and Calyra saw her father's eyes looking at her mother and her with irritation and dangerous expectations; his gaze scared her to death. As they approached the moonspire, the delta guards had formed a straight line that led up to the stage of the large auditorium that had the guests all waiting. The moonspire was wide and almost like a spherical shape, with walls that were made of marble and a roof made of glass to allow moonlight to shine in, everything made her heart pound fast. And at the left side of the stage were the Nine Alphas Courts with different colours of cloaks that represented their packs, and on the main altar was the moon priest, and beside him was a tall figure in an unfamiliar, dark, intricate, majestic cloak and a crown of precious dark gemstones. Calyra needed no one to tell her that it was Alpha King Therion Vex of the Blackstone pack, the High King of the Nine Alphas Courts, her betrothed. He turned to look at her, his eyes were deep with a vicious smirk; he smiled perversely and with dangerous expectations, and her heart rippled in fear. "Calyra!" Her father called angrily, reminding her where she was standing and what she was expected to do when she reached the altar. She had been prepared for this all her life, and now she was failing already? Calyra immediately bowed and stepped up the altar, and she dropped her cloak and then unravelled her corset rope until she stripped to nothing but her bare, stark naked flesh. The guests erupted in perverted gasps. Therion smirked as he stalked toward her, the predator in no hurry. His hands claimed her breasts without hesitation, kneading them as if they were his property. Then, without warning, he pinched her nipples, very hard. Calyra winced, a sharp breath catching in her throat as pain spiked through her. She clenched her eyes shut, desperate to detach, to let her mind drift somewhere far, far away-but it wouldn't. She just couldn't. His fingers slid lower, tracing the trembling lines of her stomach, circling her navel, then gliding down her narrow waist. And then so abruptly they dipped between her thighs. Calyra gasped. His hand pressed against her female sex, fingers moving with ruthless curiosity, exploring her unwelcoming sheath like a man inspecting his conquest. Her body shuddered involuntarily at the invasive touch; foreign, terrifying, and electric in its violation. "Warm sheath," he murmured against her ear, voice low and taunting, thick with heat, so disgusting to her ear. And then so suddenly and viciously, Therion's three middle fingers rammed into her sex, curled up like hooks, tearing through her purity, her resistance that had never been touched. Calyra's scream was agonising, which ripped straight from her soul as her virginity was savaged, not taken but destroyed. Her inner walls clenched and convulsed around the intrusion that was this animal's fingers, whilst torn and bleeding. Her delicate vagina flesh gave way. When Therion pulled his hand out, blood dripped thickly down his wrist. A wet, torn shred of her hymen clung between his fingers, so raw, so pink, and unmistakable. Her body was throbbed with raw, burning pain, her heart even more wrecked seeing her blood slicked his fingers, and clinging to them was a thin strand of her flesh, Therion raised his hand slowly and deliberately, a satisfy grin in his vicious smile, her blood and flesh their so called purity proof glistening under the torchlight, offered up for every watching eye to witness. "Calyra Veyne of the Tidecliffs passes the purity test!" The gamma priests announced, and below the altar, amidst her pain and humiliation, her father smirked in satisfaction, whilst her mother couldn't bear to watch her daughter in pain; as always, she turned her face away whenever Alpha Veyne punished her. Now it was time for Therion to claim Calyra; his hand gripped her by her throat so ruthlessly and he sank his fang into her neck. She screamed from the pain as fire emitted from within her, and she fell on her knees as dark smoke emitted from her body like black magic. Was this how it's supposed to be? was marking a mate ceremony supposed to be like this? And then she heard gasps and curses from the crowd. "May the moon punish the cursed flame..." She heard this chorus from the crowd, and her heart dropped, and with a violent grip on her hair, Therion pulled her up to look at him. "She is a dark smoke. She is a moonless flame, a cursed flame," Therion muttered as anger boiled beneath the surface of his eyes. Calyra's heart couldn't stop beating hard, a cursed flame is worst and lowlier than an omega wolf, they bring about only destruction. "This has to be a mistake!" Her father muttered down the altar. "You dare bring a cursed wolf to us!" High King Therion roared before Calyra could speak or process this absolute failure. "May the moon punish the cursed flame." The moon priest and the gamma priests chorused in a big gasp, and Calyra's body shook in fear... She was dead on arrival! Calyra turned to look at her mother for help, but her father's hand clamped tightly around her mother's throat, and he slammed her against the wall. "I told you, if things go wrong, I'd carve out your womb, your womb could not bear me a male, but it bore me a curse to embarrass me and weaken my Pack? it is of no use!" He growled. "I'm sorry... My daughter is not cursed; this is wrong... Start the marking all over." Her mother cried, with terror in her face, and with a sickening and violent shove, Alpha Veyne stabbed her stomach with a crescent dagger and tore her womb out. And she fell to the floor with a thud and breathed her last. Calyra watched in horror as a scream tore from her throat until Therion's fingers clamped around her throat so tightly and painfully as he shoved her against the wall. "I, the Alpha of the Blackstone Pack, the High Alpha King of the Nine Alphas Courts, and the King of the realm, reject Calyra Veyne as my mate! And sentence her to the Beastly Alpha King Varos' dungeon as his feast!" Pain rippled from Calyra's throat as her frail naked body fell to the marble floor in painful thuds, and tears streamed down her face. Everything she feared came to pass, and now she's been sentenced to the worst fate of all: to the Beastly Alpha King Varos' dungeon as his feast.