Breaking The Lycan King's Cursed
Tabitha's POV
My bouquet slipped into my hands after witnessing my husband's blasphemy. My hands were shaking, and I seemed to freeze in my place as I watched them in the room where we were supposed to be together. We just got married, my veil was still pinned in my hair but my husband took my sister to honeymoon instead of me.
“Blasphemy…” I murmured, no clear voice coming out of my mouth.
They were entangled in bed, and there was Natasha. She was moaning my husband's name like she owns him, the way my husband thrust between her legs ignited my rage. She saw me. Our eyes cross, but instead of regret. Natasha smirked at me like she got the victory.
“Blasphemy!” I shouted, rushing to the bed and started hitting my husband. “How could you do this to me, Andrew? How?”
“Tabitha!” He grabbed my hands as my tears continued to flow. He let go of my hands violently and seemed to have no remorse for the blasphemy he had committed. “What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here.”
I laughed sarcastically, "What am I doing here? Is it right for you to ask me that?! We just got married, Andrew! But I saw you flirting with this flirtatious woman!”
“Stop it! You have no right to talk to Natasha like that, Tabitha! She's your sister!”
“My sister?” I scoffed, “I don't have a sibling like her!”
I rushed to pull Natasha's hair, but Andrew protected her. “How long has it been, Andrew? How long have you been fooling me?!”
“Can you calm down first, Tabitha?” He asked.
“No! I'm calming down until—”
“Two years.” Natasha interfered, raising her eyebrow like it was not a big deal. She was standing before me naked, not bothered with it.
“What?”
She rolled her eyes, “Don't you get it, Tabitha? Andrew doesn't love you. I am his first love, so you will never replace me in his heart. You are nothing but a cover up—a thing that he needs to put his attention with for a while.”
My throat went dry. My knees are getting weaker and I couldn't control my tears. This isn't right.
“Is that true, Andrew?” I questioned, hoping Natasha was lying.
He sighed, “I shouldn't have let this happen. It was my fault. I've been seeing Natasha for two years now, and I wanted to cancel this wedding but I don't know how. You are so excited, and I pity you.”
“Pity…” that word went out like a gasp. “You married me out of pity.”
“Yes, he did. Now, can you leave us alone? We have unfinished business to do and you are getting in our way,” she stated, irritated.
I clenched my fist and as soon as she turned, I yanked her hair tightly. I dragged her out of the room, and didn't care if my father would punish me for hurting his precious daughter.
“Let go of me!” She yelled.
I let her go violently and slapped her, it echoed to the hall. Andrew appears later on, and the maids start showing up to gossip.
“Flirt! You deserve this!” I screamed.
“Enough! This is enough, Tabitha!” Andrew wrapped her blanket. “Why are you doing this to her? Natasha had nothing to do with my choices! You know she's my true mate!”
I snickered, “And should I feel pity for her? You played with my feelings and I found you fucking my own sister on our wedding night!”
“So hurting her will—” he paused when the hall was covered with Natasha's screeching voice.
“Ahhhhhh!” Natasha shouted, her voice was trembling. “Andrew!” She cried.
I widened when I saw blood on her thighs. Natasha was screaming, staring at her hands while Andrew was hugging her.
She was pregnant.
“I… I didn't know…”
“Look what have you done! If something happens to our child, I will have you hanged!” He threatened.
“What is this commotion all about?” Dad arrived at the scene and his eyes immediately landed on Natasha, causing him to rush to her in panic. “What happened?”
“Dad! My baby!”
He glared at me, “What did you do?!” Dad approached me and before I could explain he slapped me.
I swallowed and recovered from his slap. “I found your daughter having s*x with my husband, Dad. They're having a relationship behind my back, but I didn't know she was pregnant. If I knew, I wouldn't have hurt her. I swear,” I explained.
But my father doesn't seem surprised.
“Y-you knew…” I stammer.
He gripped my throat and gritted his teeth, “I don't care if you got fooled, Tabitha. Know your place in my pack! You are nothing but a wolfless omega!” He threw me and I hit the wall.
“Dad—ahhhh!” Natasha cried louder.
“Andrew, take my daughter to the pack doctor and make him do everything he can to save my grandchild.”
Andrew nodded and carried her away.
“You!” The warriors immediately grab my arms. “Take her to the dungeon! Starve her to death and throw her rotting body in the river!”
“Dad! No! Please, I'm your daughter!” I begged. “Please, I didn't know! I'm begging you!”
Dad pulled my hair like he's going to remove it from my head. “The worst decision I've made is taking care of you. I should have let you die when you were born.”
“Dad, please…” I cried.
“Lock her to the dungeon. Now!”
“Alpha Jacob!” A young man came in such a hurry. “We have an unexpected visitor.”
“Who?”
“The Lycan king. He's here to take your daughter,” he stated.
He furrowed, “What? Why?”
“I don't know, Alpha. He just announced that he will take your daughter, and if he needs to use force. He will. We can't afford bloodshed, we lost a lot of people in a rogue attack two nights ago.”
My father's face became irritated until he gazed upon me, and it seemed like a bright idea came to him.
He faced the young man and commanded, “Transfer Natasha to the other pack house and make sure no one will see her, even the Lycan king. We need to hide her.” Then his eyes land at the warriors in my sides, “Take her. We need her.”
“Wait! Where are you taking me, dad?” I questioned, scared.
He knelt on my level and gripped my jaw like it's going to break and muttered, “You've always the trash I need to dispose of, but you become a useful slave in my pack. Now, it's time to finally get rid of you.”
