The Lycan Slave Mate novel Chapter 1

Ava's POV

My name is Ava Dark, the only daughter of the Alpha, Sean Dark.

Ohh sorry..

I am wrong to call myself his daughter. I am not. I stopped being his daughter right from the day I was born. My dad had rejected and disowned me right from birth.

Why?

He believed I killed his mate.

But, is that true?

No, but they all believed I was a wicked monster because my mom died while giving birth to me.

Not only did she die, but my twin brother, who should be the next heir, couldn't make it out either, because the cramp and severe bleeding after I was born took away my mother's life, and she went limp after crying so bitterly and struggling with her last breath. My mother died with my twin brother halfway out.

That was what I was told.

My birth brought sadness and pain. It spread cries of agony across all the corners of the pack, turning everyone gloomy and heartbroken. I was the right definition of a curse to everyone, as my mother, the Luna, was loved by everyone for her unique strength and prowess.

I was born through the most painful and torturous labor ever recorded in the history of our pack.

I was told of how my dad slumped beside my mother, crying and shaking her, pleading that she open her eyes and talk to him. They told me he mourned her for a year and barely ate anything. For all those years, he grieved and couldn't even get any other mate till now.

He loved my mother so much, and the sight of me was like an irritation and thorn in his flesh. His hatred for me grew throughout the years of my life, and now he sees me as a murderer and curse. My endless pain from torture was his form of relief. The way he retaliated for my mother's death was by torturing me.

It hurts so much to be blamed for something you know nothing about. My life has always been hell. It sucks so badly now that I hoped only for death. Losing my life can only be the end of it all.

The story of my mother's labor had spread like wildfire and lingered in everyone's mind. Little children were told the story like moonlight tales, causing them to all hate and stay away from me. I was used as an example and reference to what a cursed child appears to be like. Now I badly wish I had died along with my mother, or maybe my twin brother should have come out alive while I became the dead one, but those are all mere stupid wishes that can never happen.

I struggled out of bed, cramps hitting my legs harder with a painful headache reeking my skull, while my eyes were stinging with hot tears that blurred my vision. Everywhere seemed to be spinning around me as I stood on my shivering legs, supporting myself with a grip on the chair beside me.

After the dizziness reduced a bit, I shuffled to the corner of the room and bent to pick up the broom and dustpan, but then, a sharp pain hit my forehead, just as if my skull had burst open, forcing a sharp screech to slip out of my lips. The urge to fall and lie on the floor was great, but I succeeded in resisting.