MATED TO A POWERFUL LYCAN KING

The night I was born, it was a full moon. My father, Maynard Orson, was the beta of his pack, the Paxon pack.

My mother, Letitia Orson was a proud, beautiful warrior, a strong mate to my father, the beta.

My father was excited for my mother to give birth to me. Ten years ago, my mother was blessed with a son, but he passed away even before he clocked two years.

It was said that he was a beauty to behold. I have had stories about how my father farmer over my mother her entire pregnancy with me. How he rubbed her feet and belly every night and catered for her every little cravings she had through out her pregnancy. Little did he know his excitement would soon turn to despair and sorrow.

Having my mother give birth to me was a big deal to my father. He was so excited and was anticipating my birth.

What made the event even more special was that my mother went into labour on a full moon, so my father and all were expecting me to be a powerful child that would shake the pack.

It was a hard labour for my mother. She struggled as the midwife urged and supported her to push me out. I was told my father paced outside the pack house like a mad man.

Him and my mother were a true mate pair, which meant he felt all of the pain she was going through.

When I was finally born, I looked weak and pale, almost lifeless.

It was like the blood in my body drained in the womb. It was later found out I was a runt, wolfless and cursed to never have a mate until the end of my days.

To top up the pain, just as I clocked six months old, my parents died saving a stranger.

This made my pack members see my parents as stupid ad brainless, helping a stranger they didn't know even to the point of death!

Growing up, I was despised by all not only because of what my parents did, but also because I was born a runt.

Hated and despised with no one to love or care for me in this