Chap-1*Who Stole My Panties?*

When your luck is bad, you find an excuse to screw yourself over, no matter how careful you are.

The morning breeze wasn’t very fresh and calming that day. It felt like a million needles were inserted into my muscles. I pulled my skirt down unintentionally when the wind caused my skin to shiver. I tried changing sides, but the sore part of my body was the only part I could stay lying down on.

"Ehh!" My lips let out a sigh of pain when I closed my arms on my chest. "Umm!" I groaned, forcing my eyelids open. The very first thing in the view was not the windchimes by my window that I usually wake up to. It was a window of a building on a crumbled plaster wall. It took me a second, but I somehow managed to acknowledge that I wasn’t in my comfortable king-sized bed, but on a goddamn road.

"What the heck!" the shock made me pull my body up, so I was sitting and look around at the surroundings. "I slept here." I asked myself out of disbelief. I slept on a street with a dumpster.

I began to collect my thoughts and fight for my memories from last night. It is a blur for now.

What struck me like a silver bullet in the chest was my messed up hair, my off-shoulder strap and,

"My panties!"

I panicked when the window blew my skirt and the naked sight of my private part flashed through my peripheral vision. I held the skirt down and closed my eyes. I felt like I was naked in front of a crowd.

"Where are my panties?" My concern grew; I was looking around like crazy, but the only thing I could spot was my mini flap Chanel bag.

I grabbed the bag to check if anything was stolen from me. "Everything is here, then who stole my panties and what ha---," I heard some passerby’s voice as they spoke on the phone and began their journey to the office, maybe.

"Shit! I need to get back home." I swiftly staggered up on my feet and dialled my driver to come pick me up. If anybody saw the Alpha’s bastard one naked and in such a state by the dumpster, I will become even more hated than I already am.

Thankfully, the driver arrived soon, and without getting caught, I reached my mansion. I was rushing through the maids and the servants, making my way upstairs, where my room was located, when I heard a faint call for me,

"Octavia Fr***** Williams,"

"Oh, no!" I didn’t stop until I was in my room and about to lock the door when the most annoying person in my life slammed the door open, compelling me to step way back from her.

"Where are you coming from at this time of morning, and what the heck happened to you, Octavia Williams?" My stepmother, Tessa Whitlock, was watching me through knitted brows. The sad part was her referring to me not by my actual surname, just to remind me whose blood I had in my body apart from an Alpha’s blood.

"Tessa! I need to change." I waited for her to leave so I could breathe a sigh of relief. A lot happened last night, and I have yet to sit down and recollect all the incidents that led to me losing my panties and God knows what else!

"Really? Now you are all shy, where was the same dignity when you ran jiggling your ass before the whole mansion?" Her words were always very revolting whenever they were directed at me.

I get that she feels betrayed, but it’s the Moon Goddess’ fault that she should be mad at me for blessing her Alpha mate with a second mate, who happened to be my mother. Sadly, her anger didn’t die with my mother’s death; it just resettled on me.

"I—I was--," I tried to make up an excuse, but I couldn’t find one. I can’t tell her that the wind blew my panties off. She will kill me if I do.

"Don’t tell me your mother’s stripper genes made you act up last night?" She crossed her long arms over her chest and forced her body weight onto one foot.

"She is dead; at least spare her now." It was a shame that I had to look away and mumble under my breath instead of snapping back at her.

"Get dressed up and come downstairs. It’s my daughter’s graduation breakfast. I wouldn’t want it ruined." She passed me one last glance, full of disgust, before storming out of my room.

It had been like that ever since I was born. My mother passed away, and all the anger from the pack was passed onto me. My mother was a rouge stripper, and she was destined to be the second mate of the Alpha of the Masked Pride Pack, Abel Whitlock, my father.

The whole pack kept hating on my mother because she was a rogue and a stripper too. There were other factors involved, but none of them should have been a reason for anyone to bully me.

Although I was considered the most beautiful princess with black hair, icy grey eyes, a well-defined jaw, and fuller lips, I was still called other horrible names that overshadowed this beauty of mine.

Stripping off naked, I stood under the shower and let the warm water cleanse my body until I started noticing something between my thighs.

"Holy shit!" I almost cried when the dried blood slipped down onto the floor of the bathroom. "Oh no, no, no!"

The panties weren’t the only thing I lost last night. I lost my virginity too.

It all started to come back at once, meeting this mysteriously handsome young man, with whom my wolf instantly felt a mate bond, and then doing it in the backseat of his car.

"But he drugged me," I was speaking to myself. My wolf hadn’t woken up yet. We were drugged last night by this man who my wolf, Icy, has felt a mate bond with. After getting me drunk, he took my virginity in the most uncomfortable backseat of his car and then tossed me out half-naked by the dumpster! My body shuddered at the reminder of his chiselled body between my legs.

‘Not the time to remember how sexy he was. He screwed us over, Octavia!’ Finally, Icy responded, but she was filled with rage. I know it wasn’t easy for us to get past the idea that our own mate stole our panties and left us naked in the middle of the street, drugged up, and in a miserable state.

I have already stolen Tessa’s attention for the day, so in order to not piss her off even more, I got dressed up to attend the breakfast.

"Ah!" I let out a grunt in pain; wearing jeans was really painful. How big was this guy? He really messed me up down there, and I can’t even ask anyone for help.

"Good Morning dad!" I greeted my father, wearing a smile on my lips at his sweet image. The breakfast was served on the outdoor dining table in our idyllic garden.

"Hey! the pride of mine, my child Octavia!" his pleasant response was met with a frown and an eye roll from my stepmother and my half-sister.

"I was thinking why the breakfast was incomplete?" he added, getting up to greet me and help me sit down.

The only good thing in my life so far is my father. He was the Alpha of the Pack, but he had always treated me like a queen. I could proudly say that I was his favourite golden child.

He was proud of me and had always spoken highly of my ways of keeping his reputation squeaky clean.

"How was your time last night, Roxanne?" father now asked my sister, taking his seat and gesturing for the maids to start serving us.

"It was actually very fun. You know dad, all my friends were there and then," she was over excitedly describing the last time in the club when she looked over me to add, "Octavia went missing!" the sly look from her covered my arms with goosebumps.

I recall her forcing me to go out partying with her because Dad wouldn't let her go alone. Father had more trust in me than her, so she would drag me around for her own gain.

"I found a friend," before Dad could even question me, I lied.

"Oh! I am happy that you girls had fun," dad chuckled, lifting the newspaper to check what was going on in his Pack.

I was now awkwardly sitting in front of the two people who were speaking with their eyes on me. In order to not get too affected by their actions, I looked around, and my eyes fell upon a certain image in the newspaper.

‘The new Alpha King, Silas Charming, was crowned yesterday. He celebrated his coronation with his close friends at a club named Young Night’, Icy read the title for me; the picture was what had caught our attention.

‘Octavia! we slept with the Silas f****** charming!’ the announcement from her after we recognized his face in the picture shook the world from under my feet.