The Betrayed Luna Mated to the Lycan King by Laura-rave
Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The grandeur of the venue engulfed them as Thorne and Frances walked into the place. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow on the intricate decor that adorned the walls. Natalie stood behind them, feeling like a lost line wolf with no direction. The music was loud and blaring, it made her wince. She followed Thorne in his steps, feeling odd.

“Alpha.” A man rushes towards them, his eyes wide like he couldn’t enough Thorne had come all the way. He bows his head, almost tumbling over himself. “It’s a great honor to have you in our midst.” He says, bowing repeatedly. The music had stopped by now, the looks on their faces showed they weren’t expecting the Lycan king to have come. The air was thick with anticipation, Thorne stood tall in their midst, exuding authority and dominance, the eyes of the crowd remained on him, the shock in their eyes on seeing him in the venue, somewhere they were sure they would never see him.

Two other men come rushing towards Thorne, eyes filled with disbelief, they don’t even try to hide it. “You came. This is such an honor to have you here, Alpha Thorne.” One of them rushes out, bowing his head, he smiles nervously, his eyes flicking over to Frances who stood beside Thorne. She had dressed elegantly for the occasion, not like she didn’t always dress elegantly but tonight she had a red sheer satin dress on, and her blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, accentuating her cheekbones. Her l*ps were painted in a matted red l*pstick, her skin seemed to glow even more under the golden hue from the chandelier. She looked breathtaking and even Natalie knew it.

“Our future Luna, it’s an honor to have you here with us. You look as gorgeous as ever.” The alpha compliments Frances, nervously looking at Thorne. Frances preens under the compliment, especially at being called the future Luna. She smiled graciously at the man.

“I hope we haven’t missed much.” Thorne voiced out for the first time, voice thick when he spoke.

“O–of course not. We are just about to start with the entertainment.” The man stammered. “I’ll show you to your seats, please come along.” He

says.

He doesn’t take them far, as he walks them to the first seat right in the front.

It was reserved especially for the Lycan king and his to–be Luna. Thorne and Frances took their places, Frances gracefully seating herself with practiced elegance. The eyes of the entire venue followed them, an air of disbelief mingling with whispered conversations. Natalie could hear the hushed tones in which they spoke, she could feel their fear and yet curiosity. Natalie trailed behind them, feeling like an intruder, an unwelcome presence in a

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world that wasn’t meant for her. She kept her head down, her steps measured and unsure. The stares from the others seemed to intensify with each step that she took even though she knew it wasn’t meant for her. They weren’t looking at her.

The music had now returned but the air was still tense. Nob*dy wanted to make a move that could result in a mistake. Nob*dy wanted to upset the Lycan king in their midst. Thorne’s eyes scanners the place, his eyes piercing through every barrier the room might hold. (There was nothing). He had something in particular. Something he wanted to see. Something he knew he would see.

Frances sat next to him, her legs crossed against each other, a soft yet cocky smile on her l*ps, her slender manicured fingers adorned with rings drumming lightly. She made a show, feeling the eyes of hundreds on her yet she only belonged to one.

Natalie looks up just at the same moment two familiar faces walk into the venue. She freezes, going stiff with fear on seeing them. She wanted desperately to disappear into nowhere. Luther stepped into the venue with Eleanor by his side, her arm sliding into his, a smile on both their faces. They hadn’t noticed her. Natalie’s heart pounded hard in her chest as her eyes met the entrance of the venue, a chill ran down her spine. She looked away quickly, her eyes burned with the need to shed tears but she wouldn’t, not right now. She wanted to cry. Cry for the life she lost before getting chosen for Luther, cry for the life she had with Luther, and cry for the life she currently lives.

Thorne snaps his eyes towards her at that very moment, a frown settling on his features when he sees her shrinking back into her shell. He grabs her hand, holding her by the wrist. The unexpected touch sends a jolt of electricity through the both of them. Natalie flinched at the feeling. She blinked, her gaze meeting Thorne’s intense dark eyes, a frown etched on his features.

“Sit.” He ordered. His voice gutting through the noise of the venue. He had been too busy trying to fish out the person he was going to see and forgot about the one person he just found after decades.

Natalie’s eyes widened in shock, she glanced at Frances whose eyes had grown impossibly darker, almost murderously, Not even when she had been mated to Luther had he taken her to this event. It was always something not meant for her. Something she couldn’t understand because she was below par for it. Natalie complies quickly, not taking a chance, and she quickly takes the empty seat beside Thorne,

Natalie forced herself to stare at the stage where the dancers had now begun to walk. She was determined not to look at their side ever until they left. She hoped desperately inside of her that they leave the place soon. As the dancers twirled, Natalie’s mind wrestled with emotions threatening to engulf her.

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Natalie sighed internally, looking up just at the same time Luther looked at their table. She could see the moment he saw her. His eyes widened involuntarily, shock embedded in his features. Natalie is quick to look away, she’s been embarrassed well enough and now, she would stick to being whatever Thorne wanted her to be.

“Go, get me a drink. I’m parched.” Frances voices out, jolting Natalie out of her thoughts. Natalie nods, already standing up to go do her bidding when Thorne stops her, his dark eyes peering up at her. She swallowed hard, her heart beating loud and heavier.

“Alpha,” Frances says sultrily, shifting her b*dy, resting her head on his shoulders. Natalie looked away as Thorne’s grip on her wrist loosened. She walked to get Frances the drink she asked for.

Natalie stopped by the table where different drinks were. She wondered if the woman would want water or something else. She sighed, resting her fingers on the bridge of her nose tiredly. They had spent hours on the road and now she was feeling the effect. She couldn’t complain though, who was she to even say a word about this?

Natalie grabbed a bottle of water and also a box of juice with a glass cup. Katherine’s words echo in her head over and over again. She paused what she was doing, looking back to the main hall where everyone was sitting, her eyes replaceing Thorne and Frances who had now gotten even more cozier than before. She wondered just what Katherine meant. What could Frances possibly have against her? S

Natalie shook her head, shooing the thoughts away from her head. She shouldn’t be thinking of things like this. Not at this time. She placed the water and juice on a tray and turned to leave.

She halts in her steps, her eyes widening with shock on seeing who stood right in front of her, arms crossed against her chest with a sinister smirk on her face.

“Serve me one before you go, will you?” Eleanor says, gesturing at the drinks behind Natalie.

Natalie gulped, her hands shaking even as she held the tray. She ignored the woman, taking a step forward to leave.

“You haven’t changed. All that time in that godforsaken filthy cell hasn’t changed you. You’re still as arrogant as ever.” She sneered, holding Natalie by the arm, stopping her from leaving. Natalie swallows the lump in her throat, she turns her head to look at Eleanor whose eyes are already on her.

“This is what you’ve been reduced to. A servant. A mere slave.” She chuckled lowly, looking

back at the main hall.

“Do you think you deserve to mingle amongst people like this? Do you think your type is

allowed here?” She asked.

“Excuse me,” Natalie grunts out, not wanting to hear any more depreciating comments about herself again.

Eleanor rolls her eyes, taking the bottle of water on her tray. Natalie doesn’t miss the ring sitting perfectly on her finger. Her eyes trail the Diamond on her fingers, her heart beating faster than usual. Eleanor lifts the water to her l*ps, purposefully displaying the ring on her finger. Natalie’s chest burned harshly, the weight of her own ring heavy somewhere in her dress. Eleanor smirks on seeing the shock on Natalie’s face.

Natalie turned around and picked another bottle of water, she walked away, her legs heavier than they should be. She blinked back the tears threatening to escape her eyes. She would rather be caught dead than cry for any one of them. They don’t Seaver her tears.

She stops beside Frances, lowering the tray so she can pick from it. “I asked for a drink not drinks and water.” Frances snapped immediately when she saw the content. Natalie blinked twice before looking down at what she brought. She had been in a hurry to escape Eleanor’s presence she grabbed whatever she could.

“That’s enough. She doesn’t serve you. Take what she gave you and drop it.” Thorne snaps at Frances, something he’s never done. Frances reeled back in shock, her eyes red with new anger oozing through her veins. She grabbed a bottle of water, glaring hard at Natalie who dropped the tray beside her.