Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 101

Lily's POV

Floating. It felt like I was floating and I think a part of me knew that where ever I was, I was no longer conscious.

I found myself walking through a dark tunnel, the air heavy with an eerie stillness. The tunnel stretched out endlessly before me, its depths shrouded in thick blackness. My heart quickened its pace as I ventured further, each step echoing with something ominous and dark. Fear crept into my bones, whispering in my ear to turn back and flee this unknown path.

However, my curiosity held me captive, urging me to press on. And so, with hesitant steps, I continued my journey through the abyss. A glimmer of hope blossomed within me as a faint light emerged, piercing through the darkness. I quickened my pace, drawn towards the light.

As I emerged from the tunnel's grip, I found myself standing in an unfamiliar garden, a breathtaking sanctuary of life. Beautiful flowers of vibrant hues danced in the gentle breeze, their fragrance intoxicating my senses. Lush green plants adorned the landscape, their leaves whispering secrets in harmony with the swaying branches above. A bubbling brook flowed through the garden, its soothing melody filling the air, while the distant sound of a waterfall enticed my curiosity.

My eyes scanned the scene, taking in the splendor of nature's creation, until they fell upon an unexpected sight. There, amidst the grass, lay a giant black wolf. Its presence commanded attention, yet its demeanor exuded tranquility. What caught my eye was the silver circlet adorning the wolf's head, imbuing it with an air of regality.

Instinctively, my mind identified it as a feral creature, and a tinge of fear flickered within me. I prepared to retreat slowly, not wanting to disturb the creature. But before I could take a single step, a voice resonated within my head, freezing me in place. "Do you like it?" the voice asked, echoing through my thoughts.

Startled, I hesitated to respond, unsure of the origins of this voice. Then, with a swift transformation that defied all logic, the wolf morphed into a breathtaking woman. Her hair, as dark as midnight, cascaded down her graceful form, framing her sultry green eyes and dark red lips that curled into a knowing smirk.

She wore a revealing black dress that accentuated her allure, a plunging neckline showcased the valley between her full breasts, a gold belt complimented her tiny waist and lovely hips, she was barefoot and seemed to float as she walked around me, sizing me up. The voice I had heard in my mind belonged to her, and as her gaze met mine, I felt a shiver run down my spine. A strange familiarity lingered between us, an unspoken connection that left me lost and searching for answers. Her voice, smooth and captivating, cut through the air. "Do you replace my prison beautiful, Lily?" she inquired, her words dripping with biting sarcasm.

My breath caught in my throat. The name she uttered was my own, and the resemblance we bore was uncanny. Confusion swirled within me, a whirlwind of questions demanding to be answered. What in the world was happening?

With a bemused expression, the enigmatic woman revealed her name to me. "I am Dahlia," she declared, her voice resonating with power. "And I am the being that resides within you, Lily. It is finally time for us to meet, my host." I took an involuntary step back, suddenly feeling intimidated by this mysterious woman.

She seemed to emit a faint glow, her presence pulsating with an unfathomable energy. Her words held a hint of amusement, as if there was something amusing about the circumstances that led to our encounter.

Host? This powerful looking creature was inside me? An omega? If I was not already sure that I was dreaming, I would have shouted and asked to be locked up in a psychiatric facility for dreaming too big.

As if she could sense what I was thinking, she chuckled softly. "How intriguing it is that a near-death experience brought us together at last," she mused, her dark green eyes glimmering with mischief. Confusion enveloped me like a veil, my mind struggling to comprehend what was going on.

Sensing my confusion, Dahlia rolled her eyes in exasperation and extended a hand to touch my forehead. A jolt surged through my body, and suddenly, memories long forgotten flooded back into my consciousness. The tap felt like a key to a door that had been locked for centuries and was now finally open, revealing secrets that might have otherwise been lost forever to me.

Visions of my infancy emerged, depicting a stormy night where lightning cracked and thunder rumbled. Tears streamed down my baby face as my mother desperately tried to soothe me. She looked so young and scared. A nurse loomed over me, holding a syringe with an ominous intent. Fear gripped my tiny form, amplifying as the nurse drew closer, her touch ushering darkness.

She may have just been an innocent nurse doing her job, but my infant self chucked her up to being a wicked witch out to hurt me with a pointy instrument.

Something inside of me reacted quickly and struck hard and fast and in an instant, the woman before me was lying motionless on the ground, blood trickling from her ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.

The memory shattered the foundation of my understanding, leaving me bewildered by the depths of my own power.

Was I the one that had done that?

Was there something that I was not understanding?

Another recollection emerged, this time from my toddler years.

I was in a playground with other children my age laughing and playing around me. No one dared to approach me. As the only daughter of the most powerful sorcerer in the pack, I was used to kids my age avoiding me.

But all that didn't matter because I had my beloved doll, Mrs O leary, with me and I played with her happily as I waited for my parents to come pick me up.

Suddenly, my beloved doll was snatched out of my tiny hands and I looked up and saw a larger boy with a bald head and chipped tooth sneering down at me. "My parents say that you're a witch! Just like your father. No wonder nobody would play with you. Go on! Cast a spell on me!"

"Stop! Give it back!" I demanded, standing on my tiptoes to grap Mrs O Leary back from him. She was going to get sick and have a tummy ache with the way he kept tossing her this way and that.

"Why? Is this one of your voodoo dolls? She sort of looks like Mrs Kingsley."

"Give her back to me!"

"I have a better idea," he grinned wickedly. "Let's share!" He said as he took Mrs O Leary and severed her head from her body.

I gasped as he tossed her on the dirt and stomped on her, laughing and walking away back to his friends.

I glared at him with murderous rage, something dark stirring in me and acting out before I could hold it back.

The boy collapsed, his life force escaping through his nose and mouth as his friends screamed and ran away from him. Children started screaming and running helter skelter as I wiped away my vengeful tears, gleaming in satisfaction for finally taking retribution. I took what was left of Mrs O Leary so that I could give her a befitting burial in my backyard.

It felt like these mementoes were trying to communicate something to me, trying to tell me that I was a being of so much power but I was honestly beginning to doubt that these memories were mine because they could not be true, could they? It wasn't me. I wouldn't kill just for sport or mindless retribution.

All my life I was an omega and now this?

The scenes shifted once again, revealing a glimpse into my parents' troubled lives.

They had been arguing more and more and every one of their arguments had a common denominator. Me.

I peered through a cracked door, observing their heated argument.

"Edgar, you must be out of your mind if you think I'd let you perform a ritual that could very well maim our precious daughter!" She said vehemently, her voice filled with disapproval and indignation.

"Lily has claimed six lives within a single week, Hermione! Six! It's only going to get worse the older she gets. How long will the people play dumb and assume it's a coincidence that our daughter is at the front and center of every scene?" "Edgar, please-" my mother begged.

"The council, they might mistake her powers for black magic and put our entire family to death. We need to contain her powers before she gets even more powerful."

"No no no no no," my mother cried, shaking her head as my father pulled her into a comforting embrace.

"It's going to be fine. She's going to be okay. I will do whatever it takes to make sure nothing goes wrong with the spell."

"But why? Why our daughter? You're just a sensory wolf and I am an omega. What kind of wolf does our daughter possess?"

"Lily is... Lily is special," he said. "Her wolf is no ordinary beast but a vessel for a primordial god, a shape shifting deity with immense powers."

"Like a host?" My mother asked, dark grey eyes expressing shock. "Lily is a divine host? I thought those were only told in tales."

"Exactly why I didn't want to voice this to the council. They'll laugh it off as a very bad joke right before we're torn to pieces by an executioner."

My mother gasped and shook her head.

My father sighed. "I must say, Lily's case is a nasty surprise, even more surprising than the royals princes. But records of divine hosts have only spelled impending doom in the foreseeable future. The royals are clearly protected but I fear that the dark ones may want to track her down for their own use."

"This is just speculation. Edgar, please-"

My father shook his head. "Better safe than sorry. I am shocked- Honoured that our daughter was chosen to a host a primordial, but the occurrences of divine hosts have only been detected among the royal families, specifically because of their inexhaustible life force.

"History books say that the founding families that created Shadow Cove were all divine hosts with unrivaled powers and strength. Even then, there had been a reason for their appearance because our kind were being hunted and killed without reason. They were dark times to be a werewolf and since then, the appearance of divine hosts have always spelled doom for our kind."

"Does the council know about this?"

"They might suspect. But all these happened a long time ago and have been retold as folklore. The royals that possess the type of powers our dear Lily has will be praised and upheld as gifted by the goddess. But for an omega daughter like ours, I worry that they may be less reasonable."

My mother shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. "Is there no other way? We can leave, move away from that judgemental council and live among the humans?"

"And get hunted by the hunters? And what would happen if a poor human gets on Lily's bad side? What would we do then? This is our only choice, Hermione!"

"B... But you said that the fact she's a host means something bigger is going to happen to our community. Tampering with her is only going to mess up the future." She was grasping at straws now.

"I have sensed similar auras within the royal families and they're all formidable in their own right. That Vanderbilt prince has an aura that is most similar to Lily. Shadow Cove could do with one less primordial to worry about, Hermione, and that's the end of this discussion."

Amidst the torrent of memories, a final memory materialized.

"Stay in the circle, sweetheart and don't move, okay?" My mother said, kissing my forehead and giving me my doll.

"Mum?" I whispered hesitantly as she stepped back, her eyes brimming with tears, even as I clutched a sewn up Mrs O Leary to my chest. "I'm scared?"

"You'll be fine. I promise nothing will happen to you, Lily. Just stay in the circle and close your eyes, honey?"

"Will I get chocolate?"

"You'll have all the chocolate you can get, sweetie," she whispered back as my father chanted a spell that made the candles around me suddenly explode with black flames.

The flames grew closer as I cried and clutched my doll, begging my father to stop what he was doing. I held my head and screamed in a voice that wasn't even mine as excruciating pain suddenly took over my entire body.

A thousand curses I didn't know that I had in my vocabulary left my lips as I crouched to the ground, screaming and shaking as consuming black fire closed in around me. Agonizing pain seared through my skull, causing me to collapse, darkness claiming me once

more.

The memories faded into present and Dahlia's gaze pierced through me, awaiting my response.

I stepped back, all the breath stolen from my lungs.

The truth of my existence was far more complex than I had ever imagined.