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

Chapter 12 

Natalie set the last plate on the table, taking a step back as the pack members began to troop out of their rooms. It’s time for dinner and well, she hasn’t seen everyone in the pack yet. Apart from Thorne, Frances, and the Beta, she had no idea who was who. When she was given kitchen futures for the night, she took it. Now she stood a few feet away from the dining table, watching as they all came downstairs to eat. 

First were two elderly women who trudged down the stairs then the beta Nathan and a brunette who walked downstairs a second after him. Then there was a man Natalie and never seen before and after that was Frances and Thorne himself. The table was full and it was quite different from how it used to be for Natalie back in Luther’s pack. Here it seemed like the close family ate together. 

Natalie moved along with the other maids and began to serve the food just like they did. The table had now engaged in small talks to while away the time. Thorne is quiet throughout the whole exchange, his eyes on his mate who is serving the food. Frances seethes in anger, her hands balled into a tight fists as she watched her fiancée look at his 

mate. 

Natalie takes a step backward after she is done just like the other maids have now done. She stood some feet away from them, hands crossed and head lowered just like the others were. She’s been conditioned to live like this. 

“I heard some strange alphas were in the pack. What’s up with that?” One of the elderly women spoke up, chewing the meat carefully. Throne hums in response, still not having touched his food. 

“The annual hall is coming up and of course the main event which is the auction sale. They came to invite me as usual.” He replied, still not eating even as everyone dug into their food. 

“When will they understand that you won’t ever attend such frivolous things? It’s embarrassing at this point.” Frances piped up, cutting into her steak gently as she spoke. 

Nathan stiffens, looking up from his plate. “Actually..” he trailed off 

“I’m attending this year?” Thorne cuts him off before he can finish his words. The entire table went silent at Thorne’s words, the two women seemed even more shocked at this fact. 

“Alpha.” One of them raised her voice. Thorne cocks his eyebrows at her questioningly. 

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“It’s just.. those things aren’t ideal. You know that so why would you ever..” the other trailed off indignantly. 

“What I do is up to me. I’ve never asked for your opinion and I certainly will not be asking now.” He snaps, his voice silencing every other opinion on the matter. 

He uncovers the glass cup in front of him to pour himself a drink. Natalie is quick to see it and rushes to help him pour the drink. These ‘etiquettes‘ were part of what was taught to them earlier. 

Natalie is quick to pour the drink, oblivious to the piercing blue eyes watching her bitterly. She drops the box of juice and moves to step back. She doesn’t get to though. The Lycan king stops her, his hand wrapped around her wrist tightly, halting her in her steps. 

Natalie gasped lightly, this was the second time he was touching her. She bowed in respect, waiting for him to order her. 

“Take a seat and eat.” He demanded. 

Natalie freezes, her eyes widening in shock just like the rest of the table. They had all gone silent, watching the exchange between the Alpha and his slave. 

“W–what?” Natalie doesn’t even realize what she’s said until it’s left her l*ps. She flushed a bright red, swallowing the lump in her throat. 

“I-” She’s confused about what to say, she slowly looks at the table that’s now gone stark silent, none of them eating anymore, their eyes on them. 

“M–my food is kept… I mean- I–I don’t..” Natalie is unable to come up with something. 

“What are you doing, Alpha?” Someone piped up. Natalie isn’t too sure who it is, her heartbeat was hammering hard in her chest at this point. 

“Have you eaten?” He asked, ignoring everyone’s eyes and even the one who had just spoken. How does he do it? Natalie had no idea. 

Lying to the man was impossible, he sniffed it out and only the goddess knew the punishment for lying to him if he caught her so she slowly shook her head. 

“Then sit right there and eat.” He commands, looking up to the other slaves standing the same way Natalie had been. 

“Serve her.” He orders and they immediately scamper around to do as he ordered. 

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“This is preposterous. How can we be sitting next to a literal slave? She’s below our status!” Someone snaps angrily at the table, throwing their cutlery on the table so rashly. Natalie swallowed hard again, feeling her skin prickly hot at the many eyes on her. There was only one seat that was empty and that was the one beside Frances. Natalie quietly takes the seat beside her, trying to make herself smaller than she actually was. 

“Auntie.” The brunette girl speaks up for the first time, trying to silence one of the aunties. 

“What? Am I wrong? This is a taboo. We are royalty and shouldn’t mingle with trash. She’s meant to serve us, clean our shoes, and wipe our dump clean. How can we be sitting next to trash?” She snarls, her eyes filled with fury it scared Natalie. 

“We have rules to adhere to in the pack and this… This is blasphemy. I refuse to sit next to the garbage. She’s a slave, a waste, and was offered by her pack after considering her worthless. Why would I sit down and eat with a worthless being!” She stops for a second, almost banging her hands against the table in a fit of rage. 

“Look at me girl! You she no right to sit next to me for nothing. I refuse to lower my standards to this nonentity. Stand the f**k up and scram out of here. I want to believe our Alpha has mistaken you for someone else.” She bellowed. 

“That’s enough.” Thorne voiced out as calmly as he could, he dropped the form back to the table and wiped his mouth with a sevet. 

“You are excused, Paula.” The blonde–haired woman gasped as though she’d just heard the most preposterous thing ever. 

“Alpha Thorne?” She barks out in disbelief but doesn’t get anything other than tam hat from him. She snapped her eyes at Natalie who had shrunk into herself. Glaring hard at her, her face red with anger it scared Natalie greatly. Natalie looked at Thorne, hoping he would reconsider and let her scram as the woman had insisted. She had no idea why he wanted her to sit here especially if they would freak out this way. 

Paula storms off after a second of throwing daggers at Natalie. The table goes silent, everyone eating carefully, not wanting to upset anyone further. Natalie fondles around with the food she’s been given, feeling heavily unsettled by everything that’s just happened. 

“When is the annual ball?” The other auntie asks quietly. 

“In two days,” Thorne replied. 

“Oh, that’s such short notice. They could’ve come sooner. I’m guessing I would be coming with you, right?” Frances says, leaning toward him, fluttering her eyelashes beautifully. 

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“You are.” He replied and she beams with happiness, glancing at Blake over the table. He might have found his mate but he is still hers, regardless. 

“You’re also coming with, Natalie.” Like that, she’s broke out of her reverie. She snaps her head at the alpha, eyes filled with anger. 

“She is?” 

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“I am?” 

Thorne looks up from his plate “She is.” 

Nathan looks between the three. Alpha Thorne and Frances who looked like she was about to burst into flames and then there was Natalie who wanted to evaporate that very second. He wondered how they were supposed to stay for the next day together. 

Breakfast ended in a very displeasing way. Frances was back in her room, pacing around the pink and white painted room angrily one could almost see the smoke coming out of her 

ears. 

“This is bad. This is really bad. It’s just the beginning and yet..” she trailed off, stopping for a second. 

“He’s attached already. What can you do?” Blake asked. Frances began to laugh, it was borderline scary to Blake. 

“Would I just throw my whole future away like this and give up? No! I have to do something. I can’t let this happen. Not now, not ever.” She declared, the wheels in her head turning with different thoughts running through her head. 

“What can you do about it?” Blake asked and Frances smirked at her. 

“A lot. I can do a lot and I will do a lot.”