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Fated to My Father's Killer

"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!" The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls. But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak. She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father. Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate. *** Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed. She thought he was her destiny. Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders. One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes. Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming. An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk. For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed. Because the man who destroyed her life? The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands? He was her fated mate. Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him. But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade. "You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you." And when he does? He won't just cage her body. He'll claim her soul.
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Chapter 3

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(Aurora's POV)

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My nails pinched into my flesh as Julia and I watched the wolf kill the other two guards Uncle Theo left to protect us. We got a big trouble and I had to calm down.

When the car door to our side was violently opened and Julia screamed, I kicked open the door on the other side dragging Julia to escape out. However, the man blocked our way quickly.

It was an adult wolf and he smelled foul and unpleasant. His claws still carried the blood of the driver and his eyes locked on us evil as he licked the blood that splattered in his face when he had just cruelly killed the driver. One thing was strange, I couldn't distinguish if he was rogue from his scent even though he looked very like that part.

I hadn't turned into my Wolf yet and Julia was an immature wolf still in training. This would be a tough fight and I hoped we could win or at least hold on until someone came to help us.

"Don't struggle, little ones." He walked towards me and Julia with a nasty grin. "Serve me a good time quickly and I'll leave your dead bodies complete. I'm still in a hurry to join the mission from the chief."

My eyes widened as I realised he was not alone. Mission? What were they going to do? And how the hell did they sneak into Mystic Town?

I hissed but as I prepared to attack, and next second another claw immediately pierced his chest, causing him to fall with an incredulous look.

"Forgive me for coming late, Your Royal Highness." Seeing the familiar face of my father's guard, we let out a sigh of relief. But what the outlaw said earlier still worried me. They must be planning something evil and I had to tell Father!

"Where is my father? I need to see him now!" I asked anxiously.

But the guard avoided my question just trying to take me away. "Your Highness! This is no place for you! Please follow me to the safe house."

Nearly at once, I sensed things went wrong. I had Julia trap him and I immediately ran towards the Regalia Mansion.

However, when I was alone standing at the gate, the gruesome sight in front of us made me shiver.

Blood was painting the slippery ground wet. Dead bodies of my people were seen covering the grounds. Until then I realised that night, our pack got attacked. Brutal Attack.

Tears filled my eyes as my eyes recognized the familiar and broken bodies. Billy the baker who always baked the fluffiest bread to coax me when I cried, Beatrice the florist who always greeted me with her bright smile, Mrs. Brooklyn who was strict with my schoolwork but always tucked me in at night...The people I cherished were all now lying here, lifelessly. This scene was enough to kill me thousands of times.

I walked like a numb dead until I kicked at a harmonica. My heart clenched as I recognized it was the gift I sent to Vega. The boy was an orphan but a talented musician and I always took him as my little brother.

My hands were shaking as I picked up the harmonica covered by blood, and my tears dropped down like a dike broken.

Those bloody beasts! They didn't even spare the underage kids. He was only fourteen!

What had we done wrong to deserve such a cruel slaughter?!!

Why?!!!

Hatred converged in my heart and I vowed to find out the enemy and kill all his beasts. I tried to link my mind with my father just like I did thousands of times along the way, but again, it didn't work.

An unspeakable panic spread through me. No-no-no!

"Aurora!"

Hearing Julia's voice certainly gave me some comfort. She arrived a little later because she had to help me block the guards. Thankfully, she was here. Unharmed.

"Julia, over here." I waved in her direction but the moment I met her again, I sensed something was disturbing her mind. Although Julia's mind had always been a complex labyrinth, that moment was different.

"Aurora, we need to go. Regalia Wolf Pack is under attack. You need to come. I think it is the best solution if we go back to the safe house. I think it is that way. No, that way. Let's go."

"No! I need to find my parents. I sense something evil has come to them. I need to save them!"

"Save them? Aurora, you have not even shifted to your Wolf form. Even at the age of seventeen. How are you going to save them?" Julia grabbed my hand and forced me to follow her, "I will protect you. Stay close to me. Uncle Theo wants me to take you to the safe house right now."

The tone she used to talk to me was strange and the way she looked at me was a bit cold but at that moment, I didn't realize it. My mind was focused on worrying about my parents. I had lost so much and I couldn't lose them anymore.

"You go first, Julia. I'll meet you there later when I find my parents."

Letting go of Julia's hand, I ran the opposite way from where Julia was planning to take me. I was running towards the scent I thought I felt coming from my parents.

"Aurora!"

Ignoring the call coming from my best friend, Julia, I ran faster than I ever did in my life, sensing danger was coming towards my parents.

Running into the woods, I had no mood to care about the bruises the branches left on me. All I had in my heart was to find my parents sooner.

As long as Alpha and Luna were alive, our pack would have faith to unite against the enemy. We still have the hope to win!

The scent of my father was getting closer. I could smell the blood but meanwhile, I could also feel his heartbeat. He was alive!

Before I could excitedly call out to my father who was finally in my sight, I witnessed something gruesome.

A horrific scene that would taint my mind for the rest of my life.

In the center of the woods, a large grey Wolf cruelly tore his head off.

I felt my heart getting ripped into pieces as I watched my father's head roll to the ground and blood spurted. It stopped to look in my direction and his eyes were still wide open, as if telling me to run.

"NO! Daddy!"

A heartbreaking scream came out of my mouth, scattering the crows that had been waiting on the branches. The big bad Wolf heard my scream and turned to look at me. Those blue eyes! They were very familiar.

'Aurora, you need to run as fast as you can. Run! We are losing the war. I can't –' The distress-sounding voice heard in my head came from Julia. I felt my blood frozen when I felt the sharp pain in my chest.

And that pain probably came from Julia. I could not breathe. I felt suffocated.

"Julia? Julia! No! Please, no!"

Tears burst out when I sensed our link disappearing as that only meant one possibility. I lost my best friend forever. I shouldn't have left her alone.

Remorse and pain rushed my mind, I wiped away my tears and looked up with only hate in my eyes. This damn big bad Wolf. He must be the leader of this attack.

I had to kill him!

However, when the big bad Wolf came closer to me, I couldn't help but take steps back feared by his strong aura. For the millionth time, I cursed my inability to take my Wolf form to fight back.

"Please, Wolf. Help me to shift. Help me fight!"

I slipped down on the wet grassy ground covered with broken body parts. Struggling to stand up, I was frozen to see that grey Wolf shifted back to his human form. I balled my fists as I recognised that face.

Logan Charming! The Cursed Prince and my damn fiancé.

I felt anger boiling in my veins, but I could only turn and run away, knowing well that I could not fight him only in my Human form.

After all, he was already recognised as the strongest creature in this world. A feared one.

"Aurora! Stop!"

Dropping his calling behind me, I ran with all my might. Though I couldn't shift, I never lost to any wolves in speed. The whole border was already heavily guarded by his men and there was only one place that I might find a silver lining.

I gasped as I stopped and took a look down from the cliff. The river was rushing and at some point, it started to rain heavily in the sky. Beans of rain hit me but except for escaping, I felt nothing.

"Aurora, please stop. You need to listen to me. I can explain." Logan Charming had caught up with me.

"Explain? You killed my parents! I saw everything. You murderer!" I scoffed as I turned around to look at him. Seeing that face again brought back the image of my father's tragic death. I gritted my teeth.

"Aurora, do not take any steps further. You'll fall down the cliff. Come to me. I can explain." He seemed to care about my safety. Hmph, another trick to fool people. I wouldn't let him fool me as he fooled my father.

"Shut up and get away from me. I hate you, Logan Charming." I looked at him with hateful eyes, "Listen, Logan Charming, I reject our engagement and I will kill you even if I come back to be a ghost. I'll bite you to death!"

"No! Aurora!!"

Ignoring his heart-breaking calling, I closed my eyes as I jumped down the cliff facing the night starry sky.

I didn't know if it was the right decision. But there was only one thing I was sure of.

That I would definitely want to kill Logan Charming with my hands if I survived the fall.

I prayed to the Moon Goddess for her protection and to give me one chance to fight for justice.

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