Taking her face away from her wasn't enough to make Damien destroy the prophecy. So he forced her parents to offer her as a bride so that he could keep his eyes on her.
But her ugly face didn't stop the goddess from giving her the child, and the Sunspike didn't kill her fast enough. So he was just going to do it himself. And he had to do that fast before 'he' comes looking for her.
"Eighteen years, Arya." he stalked towards her.
"I have waited eighteen years for this night. The night when I have peace at last. Knowing you'll be dead by morning." he let out a deranged laugh.
As soon as she heard that laugh, her chest froze. She knew whenever he laughed like that he wasn't joking and he was ready to kill anything in sight.
She turned sharp on her heels to make a run for it but froze at a halt when she got to the edge of the cliff.
This was it, wasn't it? The cliff she had been dreaming about? She was being warned all along?
Damien sneaked up behind her, peering over her shoulder.
"It's far down, isn't it?"
Her eyes tore wide in shock… he was suddenly behind her. She hadn't heard a sound.
She looked down at the jagged rocks waiting like teeth. Death wasn't far. Just a push away.
"Oh! That?" he exclaimed.
"It is not yet time, there is someone you still haven't met."
From the shadows behind him a wolf padded forward.
Eve's wolf. Her best friend.
She smirked at her.
"Meet Eve, My Luna-to-be."
Arya's heart cracked. Luna. He had chosen another.
But she didn't get to grieve. Before she could blink twice, his claws slashed through her stomach cutting it open.
Her eyes flew wide open and she let out a painful scream. The remaining wolves howled like their sacrifice of the night had been offered.
'He was my mate. My King. I gave him loyalty, even love. And he carved me open like I was nothing.'
She fell to the ground as her blood pooled around her. The only thing she could her was the feral howling of her own pack. The only thing she could see was her Alpha standing above her.
"I, Damien the Second, King of Pieries. Ruler of wolves and men, sentences Arla of Vale to die!"
He turned to the pack.
"Push her off the cliff."
She felt herself being dragged off the floor, with a sharp kick she lost gravity, falling down to where the rocks waiting for her.
The wind howled around her as she fell, her world spun into a blur of moonlight and the last thing she saw was her mate and his pack watching her fall to her death.
Was this death?
But death didn't smell of rotten bodies and wine. Arya jolted out of her sleep and smacked her head against the wooden lid. Wood?
She tried to push the lid but it was sealed with chains.
"You are awake." a voice whispered.
"You've been asleep for three days" the girl spoke in an accent Arya didn't recognize.
But it was true, they found her on the rocks, unconscious and covered in blood. The masters refused to take a burden along but the girl named Leyla had begged that they take her because she was still breathing.
Arla looked down at her stomach to see the wound healed. Impossible. That kind of injury would take years to heal if it didn't take her life. How was she even alive? She wasn't surprised when she couldn't feel her pup anymore.
"The baby is okay." Leyla spoke
How in the fifth hell did she know that Arya was pregnant. She could clearly see the confusion and shock in her eyes.
"I hear three heartbeats." she explained, touching Arya's wrist. "One of them is tiny. Fragile. But it's there.
Arya believed she was wrong. She looked around her to see girls like her sleeping quietly, they all wore the same rags she was wearing.
"We are not the only ones here." Arya corrected
"They are all dead." the girl says.
As if following cue, the cart comes to an abrupt halt.
"No matter what, do not fight back."
"What?"
"Listen to me. These girls were stubborn, now they are dead. If you want to live just play along."
Arla was confused, the girl looked very scared.
"Bring out the white-haired bitch!"
The cart rattled as they unlocked the chains around it. Light flooded into the cart hurting Arla's eyes. Before she could see what was going on around her she was dragged out by two hefty men.
"She looks nice."
"You bet she does. She's a damn bitch. We found her in Pieries, the werewolves kingdom. Only wolves are born from there."
Did they just say nice. Were they looking at the same wretched face she had been carrying for nineteen years?
"Ill pay 50 haplets."
"50? She is a good one, we won't take 50 for her."
"Well she's the only one you've got isn't she."
"We have one more. Bring her out!"
Leyla stood side by side with Arla.
"One white-haired. One black-haired." the buyer said with a smile Arla found disgusting.
"150 for both."
"Sold!"
Arya struggled defiantly as they tied the both of them and put them in another cart.
Her head snapped back as a hand yanked her hair.
"You better keep that strength for later, because you'll be needing it. Lots of it."
He pushed her into the carriage and closed it shut.
Her eyes flicked to the weapons stashed at the corner of the carriage. If it came to kill or die, she would pick the dagger first.
Leyla stared at her. But Arya was ready for the usual questions. People would always stare at her face in horror and ask her questions like whether she was born like that or if her mother slept with a pig. But Leyla kept on staring.
"Why are you looking at me like that." Arya muttered
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my whole life."
Arya snorted. "Such a stupid way to pity someone."
"I'm serious. You look like a goddess."
Confused, Arya turned to a polished blade nearby. Her reflection stared back.
She held her breath, Leyla did not lie. The scars on her face were gone. Her eyes… glowing blue like aether itself.
It all finally became clear to her. She was reincarnated. And she wasn't a monster anymore. She was divine.
Infact, she looked like the goddess they always feared she'd become.