The Vampire King's Pet

light at the end of the tunnel

Sarah's POV

It was at a party when I found out he was my mate. He was with his friends, drinking and partying. Everyone was letting loose. I knew it was his birthday, everyone knew. The whole pack would celebrate the soon-to-be Alpha's birthday and all the unmated females gathered hoping they were his mate.

If you could've seen how the unmated females were. So shameless. They were literally dropping themselves like flies in front of Devon. Those females would 'accidentally' brush against him.

And Devon? The bastard liked it as well. He had both his arms around two women.

The whole pack partied and even the older ones so they totalled around 200. That was pretty big for one pack. The average was around 100. Imagine, how much I had to cook.

Once I finished setting up the party all by myself, I joined them inconspicuously. Nobody had to know I was around. That day when I saw him, it was like sunshine, unicorns, butterflies and all that mushy crap. He also noticed me, hiding behind the house with food on my hands. I guess, he smelled my scent.

I was so happy hearing him say, 'Mate'.

I was happy until his expression of wonder and love changed to disgust- the expression his father showed me when I was young. And my hope crashed to the ground just as Icarus did when he flew to close to the sun. I knew then and there that my already shitty life was about to get shittier.

He rejected me of course. It hurt. The fire that rose to my chest when he uttered those damnable words burned my entire being. I had no choice. I was human and he was Alpha. He ordered me to accept his rejection and I was forced to comply.

He ordered me never to speak this to anyone and I never did. Even if he didn't order me, I still couldn't tell anyone. I had no friends, no one would ever believe me. They probably would even ridicule me and call a whore and a slut for even thinking I was his mate.

I cried again after he rejected me.

I cried for myself. I cried to myself. Why couldn't I just find happiness just like everyone else?

The days after that the abuse became crueler. They didn't abuse me to the point of death. No, they abused me just when I was at Death's door so they could abuse me even more. And do you know who made it worse? It was none other than my mate.

During the abuse, often times, he would look guilty but it would be gone in an instant. I realized it was his wolf that felt the guilt and the pain for mistreating his mate.

The wolf was more honest. The wolf loved me.

Whenever I hid to my secret place in the forest for relief, there were those rare times when Devon would appear to me in wolf form. I could tell that wasn't his human who was in control but his wolf because his usually murky brown eyes were alight in a golden hue.

When I cried or when I would just stare sadly at nothing particular, the wold would nuzzle on my neck, comforting me. Sometimes, the wolf would even lay beside me, accompanying me until I felt well enough to go back. There were also times when the wolf would act coyly wanting me to pet him, to give him my attention.

I could see there was a battle between human and wolf every time he hesitated whenever he drew near me but the urge of the wolf to be close to his mate always won.

It was those rare times when I could be at peace and heal my broken soul. The times I could just lay down and have the wolf accompany me was the blessing in all my suffering.

I thought I would be a slave, a punching bag for the pack for the rest of my life. I thought that was the worst but I was wrong again. I was around 20 when their cruelty finally hit an all-time high.