Banished By The Alpha King: Claimed By The Lycan Beast

Elara's POV

I had never been slapped before.

Not like this.

The sting exploded across my cheek, sharp and unexpected, sending a burst of heat through my skin. I staggered back a step in the dimly lit servants' corridor, the tray of silver goblets clattering against my hip. Blood bloomed on my tongue where my teeth had caught the inside of my lip.

Luna Seraphine's eyes narrowed, her voice low and clipped. "Careful, girl. Liora asked you to help the maids prepare the ballroom as your contribution to the Grand Mating Ball. If you can't manage even that without making a racket, perhaps you should stay out of sight entirely."

I blinked, stunned more by the strike than the words. In the Eclipse Pack, I wasn't beaten or starved. I wasn't locked in a dungeon or forced to sleep in a broom closet. I was simply... overlooked. Given chores, expected to serve quietly, treated with the same distant indifference most gave to a low-ranking wolf who hadn't shifted yet. Liora had always been the one to assign my tasks, brushing her hair, fetching her gowns, helping with preparations like tonight but even she usually kept it to sharp words, not hands. Her parents never let her maltreat me. They have always been very good to me. But since they died, everything changed. Sometimes I wondered how such kind people could raise a daughter like Liora.

"I'm really sorry, Luna," I murmured, lowering my gaze to the stone floor. "It will not happen again."

"See to it that it doesn't." She smoothed her emerald gown and swept away, leaving the faint scent of roses lingering like an accusation.

I touched my cheek gingerly. It throbbed, but the surprise hurt worse. Why tonight? Why now, when the entire realm was arriving for the mating ceremony? I had always done what was asked. I kept my head down. I never complained. The pack tolerated me well enough, no one went out of their way to hurt me. So this... this felt wrong. Personal.

I shook it off, straightened my gray dress, and picked up the tray again. Liora had summoned me at dawn with her usual sweet-sharp smile. "You will assist the maids today, Elara. It's important that everything looks perfect. You understand, don't you?" I had nodded, as always. She was the princess, after all, the golden daughter everyone adored. I was just her handmaid.

By evening the grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers. Music floated through the air, soft and elegant. Alphas in dark velvet, Lunas in jewel-toned gowns, unmated daughters laughing behind gloved hands. I slipped among them like a shadow, tray balanced, offering champagne with quiet "My lord" and "My lady." No one looked twice. That was how I preferred it. Being in the background, being unnoticed.

Then the scent crashed over me. I had never scented anything before. I didn't have my wolf yet. I was easily mistaken as a human most times. I even began to see myself as one since no one knew what I was. I was over 18 and still have never shifted. But this, this was a first.

I felt like my senses were heightened.

Pine sharpened by storm. Cedar smoke. Raw earth and lightning. It wrapped around my lungs, squeezed, pulled.

My fingers jerked. A flute tipped. Champagne splashed cold across my wrist and soaked the front of my dress.

The tray fell.

Crystal shattered in a glittering explosion across the marble. Liquid foamed around my bare feet.

Silence dropped like a guillotine.

Every eye turned.

Across the room, silver eyes locked on mine.

Alpha King Darius Thornwood stood on the dais-tall, broad, lethal. Black hair swept back, jaw like carved stone, midnight silk clinging to muscle. He radiated power so thick it pressed against my skin.

Our gazes met.

Heat detonated inside me.

A golden cord yanked taut between my ribs, stealing my breath. Fire raced down my spine, pooled low and insistent between my thighs. My nipples tightened against the damp fabric, visible now through the clinging material. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped before I could stop it.

Mate.

The word echoed in my head, deep, possessive, ancient.

My knees buckled. I caught the edge of a nearby table, knuckles white.

Darius's nostrils flared. His pupils expanded, silver swallowed by black. His claws flexed, scraping faintly against his palms. I felt his wolf surge, hot, hungry pressure shoving at me from across the hall.

He stepped down from the dais.

Once. Twice.

The crowd parted.

Liora moved first.

She glided forward in pale gold silk, hair cascading perfectly, smile dazzling. Her fingers curled around his forearm like she already belonged there.

"My..., my King," she purred, voice honeyed, "forgive the clumsiness. It's only my handmaid, Elara. She's here to serve, nothing more."

Her eyes flicked to me. For a split second the sweetness cracked, cold, sharp, almost triumphant. The same look she sometimes wore when no one else was watching. Like she knew a secret that made my existence an insult.

Darius didn't glance at her, it was almost as if she had not spoken.

His stare stayed on me, dragging slowly and deliberate down my body. Over the wet patch clinging to my breasts, over the rapid rise and fall of my chest, over the way my thighs pressed together against the humiliating slick heat building there.

I hated my body's betrayal. Hated how his gaze made my pulse throb between my legs.

His lip curled.

"A wolfless handmaid," he said, voice low and cutting, carrying to every corner, "dares meet my eyes?"

He closed the distance. Close enough that his scent drowned everything else-overwhelming, intoxicating. Close enough that I could see the vein in his neck pulsing, the faint tremor in his clenched fists.

The golden cord pulsed once-bright, desperate-then began to fray.

"This must be a joke! I will not have a wolfless nobody rule beside me." He said, amused and voice slightly raised. The guests laughed, some murmured quietly.

"I, Darius Thornwood, Alpha King of the Northern Realms," he declared, loud and final, "reject you, err...Elara, as my fated mate and any claim to my Luna."

The cord snapped.

Pain ripped through my chest like claws tearing flesh. I gasped, doubling over. Blood trickled from my nose, warm and coppery, dripping onto the shattered crystal.

Whispers erupted around us.

Liora's grip tightened on his arm. She leaned up, lips brushing his ear, murmuring something soft. The corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smirk.

I couldn't draw air.

I turned and ran.

Bare feet slapping marble, then stone corridors, then cold night air as I burst through a side door into the gardens.

Behind me the music swelled again, laughter covering the scandal.

But even as I fled, I felt it, his gaze burning into my back.

Hot. Furious. Unfinished.