The Betrayed Luna Mated to the Lycan King by Laura-rave

Chapter 19 

The betrayed Luna- 

Frances paced around her room angrily, her b*dy burning with anger from within. Her hands folded into a tight fist. The image of Thorne staring at the lowlife irked something deep and ugly inside of her. She screamed, throwing a vase harshly to the floor, cutting herself in the process. Her eyes burned with anger, her chest heaving like a wolf that’s ran ten miles. She felt sick to her bones, the image of him looking at Natalie burned into her memories, creating a space for itself and not wanting to leave. Frances screamed in anger. She wanted to rip Natalie’s head off her n*eck, to snap the pretty thing off her b*dy, and leave her headless. She wanted Thorne to see his mate and cry in agony. 

Were they mocking her? Was he mocking her? Engaged to one, mated to another. Is this a f**king joke to him? She’s given up everything in her life to have this one thing and now that it’s finally happening, will it disappear right in front of her, this way? Her wolf wasn’t having it. Not after she’s literally slaved her back for the man in question. It took her years to attain this position and now… 

The door opens and Paula steps into the room, her face full of shock, eyes widen as she looks around incredulously. She claps her hand over her mouth, quickly shutting the door behind her. 

“Frances!” She exclaims in panic when she sees the blood that dripped down her hand and to the floor. A deep cut Frances hadn’t noticed. She rushes over to the other. “What the hell were you thinking? Injuring yourself this deep?” She chastised. 

Frances grunts in anger, letting Paula walk her to the bed and sit down. She looks away, her injured hand held out. Paula rushes to grab the first aid kit and quickly applies it to the girl, her 

eyes filled with worry. “What were you thinking, Frances?” She asked, looking at the broken glass spread across the floor. 

“Nothing! I’m out of my mind, sick with anger consuming me from within! How am I supposed to be okay? He is sl*pping away from me. Can’t you see it?” She screamed, a tear dropping to her cheeks. 

“This is about Thorne?” Paula asked as she wrapped the last part of the bandage to her hand. 

“Who else would it be about, Auntie? T-Thorne isn’t mine anymore. He is quickly sl*pping away from my fingers and I can’t do anything about it. I can only sit and watch him sl*p through my fingers. He is falling in love with another woman! A gold–digging lowlife slave 

the woman’s hold, missing the 

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Paula’s face falls. 

“Frances..” the woman drags out. 

Frances hissed at the mention of her name, she wiped her face harshly with her other good hand. “You’ve done nothing, Auntie! I’m being ridiculed by that b*tch and you’re doing nothing! She’s taking him away from me.” She cried out, her b*dy shaking with the intensity of her tears. 

“You’re his fiancée.” Paula defends weakly. 

“I won’t be any longer if you don’t do something! Please act and do something. I can’t take this anymore. I’ve had enough of watching from the sidelines, watching him get into her clutches the more.” She heaved heavily, wiping her now red and swollen face. 

“If you don’t act. I will. I will take things into my own hands and do what I deem fit.” She says with finality. Paula’s eyes widen with panic, she immediately grabs Frances’s arms. “You will do no such thing.” She rushed out immediately. 

“Leave it to me.” She says, tapping her chest lightly, speaking with so much conviction. “Leave it all to me. I’ll take care of her myself. You don’t and shouldn’t get your hands d*rty no matter what happens. I will do everything.” She rushed out. 

“Auntie..” Frances croaks out, a wave of new tears hitting her again. 

“I’ll fix everything. I’ll do everything you can’t.” Paula chants like a verse, hugging Frances as tight as she can. 

Frances stood on the other side of the field, her eyes stuck on her to be mate. Thorne stood tall and broad, his skin seemed to shine in the gold overall he had on. The trainers had prepared a little show for the king and they were not presenting it. The best fighter would be rewarded with something. Her eyes shift to Beta beside the king, his eyes also watching the fight happening. 

Frances swallowed hard, holding the length of her blue dress in her hands, she began to make her way towards the other side of the field where Thorne stood. She replied to a few greetings from the pack members, after all, she would soon be their queen. She soon approached the man and just as she was about to get there, she recognized his maid. She scowled at the woman, sighing outwardly, and looked away. 

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“Alpha.” She says in a soft voice, bowing slightly at the king. Thorne’s eyes light up on seeing her and it pleased her internally. At least he still got happy when he saw her. 

“Frances. Where have you been?” He asked, a smile on his face. Frances’s smile falters just a bit, immediately remembering she’d been outside his office only to see him staring at Natalie so lovingly. She shook her head, shaking the thoughts away from her head. 

Thorne smiles at her, his eyes seem to catch the bandage wrapped around her hand. A frown is etched on his face, his eyebrows furrowed, momentarily taking his attention away from the game. 

“How did you hurt yourself?” He asked, taking her hand into his. Frances smiled internally, shifting her eyes to the woman standing behind him. 

“That’s a lot. Should I get the doctor or Madam Chrissy?” Nathan pipes up for the first time. Frances smiled, lowering her head. 

“Oh, It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt as much and I’m okay.” She rushes out, not missing the Thorne Caresses her hand. It made something in her bloom. 

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“Oh look, the soon–to–be mated couple are here, well they are throwing the event in your name now, aren’t they?” An unfamiliar voice breaks the ice. Frances blinked twice at the strange scent now filling her nostrils. She doesn’t miss the scowl that appears on Thorne’s face. 

She turns slightly to see Thorne’s acclaimed brother beside her with the ickiest smile ever. 

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be wallowing in self–pity?” Thorne shot back at the man who scoffed. 

“Why would I do that when I can also bond with the people, don’t you think so too, Frances?” The man says, directing his question at her. Frances froze a bit and nods stiffly. 

“See, even your fiancée agreed. Also, there’s this beauty right behind you. I’ve only seen her once but I certainly don’t want to miss her face again, not willingly at least.” Jeffery points out, looking at Natalie who had now gone red at the man’s remark. Jeffery smirks at the 

reaction. 

“Don’t..” Thorne starts and he cocks an eyebrow up as though daring him. He walks towards Natalie with a smile on his face, crowding her. 

“Who knows, If I get her to fall for me, maybe I can get her to come with me as a plus one to you and France’s mating ceremony. What do you think, Natalie?” He asks, making her 

uncomfortable even more. Natalie fidgets, glancing at the Lycan king who looked like it was taking every cell inside him to remain sane. 

“We still haven’t set a date for our mating ceremony so it might not..” Frances trailed, glancing at Thorne who had now looked away. 

“Really? Why? Don’t take too much time, Brother. Frances is a real beauty and she might just sl*p out your fingers if you don’t hold her tight.” He smirks, licking a strip on his lower l*p. 

“Haha, that would never happen. Thorne and I are looking to a ceremony during spring. Right, Thorne.” Frances asks, she is already much closer to the man. She looked at him with a smile on her face but it falters when she sees him looking at Natalie briefly. Jeffery smiles, watching Frances, stare at Thorne whose eyes are on Natalie. Interesting… 

Natalie smiled, watching the Lycan king groan on seeing the many papa era and documents on his table, waiting for him. Back then she used to think of how scary the man was but now, seeing him like this, she wondered what exactly she was so scared of. 

“I’ll get you coffee and a bottle of water.” She says softly. Thorne looks up at her, his eyes softening immediately. He nods and she walks out of the office with a smile sprawled against her l*ps. 

Natalie gets to the kitchen and sets the cup, spoon, and coffee he would take, she takes a bottle of water too, and heads upstairs to his office. Natalie stepped into the office, Thorne had gotten started on work, he looked up when he heard the door squeak and smiled a little before going back to work. Natalie placed the tray on the table, taking a step back to leave and retire for the night. 

“I’ll leave you be now. I have-“ she stops, feeling a little lightheaded and parched. She swallows hard, feeling something slide out of her nose. She lifts her finger to wipe it only to stop, her eyes widening when she sees blood on her fingers. She looked at the Lycan king whose eyes were also on her, panic settling in his eyes once his eyes caught the red liquid in her nose and fingers. 

“I-” Natalie doesn’t get to complete her words as she falls to the ground, her eyes closing immediately.