Chapter 2: The Lycan Got People's Admiration

Chapter 2: The Lycan Got People's Admiration

However, the fierce blow I expected never came. I heard a familiar faint laugh, so I slowly raised my head.

It was Ivy Taylor, my twin sister.

We were born identical but carried two completely opposite fates. Ivy was like a child chosen by the gods, becoming the strongest Alpha of the Taylor Pack.

As for me, I was the weakest Omega in the pack.

So pathetic it was hard to even look at!

Ivy hated me because I was an insult to her. If I said I wasn't jealous of Ivy, that would be a lie. Why were we born the same, yet only I ended up as such a miserable wreck?

But more than jealousy, I wished there were no barriers between us and that we could be a normal pair of sisters.

Ivy looked at me with a cold glance and gave a faint mocking smile.

"You're still as useless as ever, not a single bit of change."

I looked up at Ivy, feeling deeply wronged and wanting to say that I was also a victim of everything. But those words eventually got stuck in my throat and couldn't come out.

I silently lowered my head.

That's right, this world operates by the strong, and there's no place for the weak. Complaining was meaningless.

Ivy sat down across from me. She reached out and grabbed my face, frowning with an annoyed expression.

"How pathetic!"

Ivy pulled her hand away and stood up with a frustrated demeanor. She brushed off her hands and said.

"I tried to get you in here thinking I'd give you a chance to train yourself and become stronger. I didn't expect you to become the strongest, but at least you could call out the wolf inside you."

"And yet in the end, you're still just a failure."

I pursed my lips. I also wanted to become a proud wolf and no longer be this pathetic, but was that really something achievable just through my own efforts?

I had tried so hard, tried for over ten years.

Carrying so much hope, on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, I put in so much effort to summon the wolf inside me to appear. But... nothing responded to me except the disappointed looks from my parents, and the frustration and contempt from my Alpha sister.

Ivy let out a helpless sigh.

"If you don't want to be bullied to death, then become stronger."

She tossed me a towel and then walked away coldly. I looked at the towel in my hands, feeling a little heavy inside.

That's right, I shouldn't expect too much. She was someone in a high position, what benefit would there be in being kind to a weakling like me?

I quietly used the towel to wipe the water stains on my body. Although her words to me were bitter, this towel was very soft.

I knew I shouldn't delude myself, but just for this moment, I would selfishly take this as her kindness toward me. At least it made me believe that there was still someone who was good to me, and that way I would have the strength to keep clinging to this cold life.

After tidying up my hair and clothes, I slowly walked outside. I walked along the hallway, the golden sunset shining through the glass windows. All I wanted now was to quickly return to my dorm room.

Passing by the sports field, I paused for a moment when I saw many girls cheering for the team on the field. Seeing them happily enjoying their school life like that made me envious. Perhaps I could never blend into that atmosphere.

The boys playing soccer on the field and receiving enthusiastic cheers from the girls were all those who would become the strongest Alphas, or Betas with handsome attractive looks, and even Lycans.

Compared to strong Alphas, Lycans were existences so noble that even Alphas wouldn't dare raise their heads. Wolves carrying ancient bloodlines with superior strength, they were existences that could be considered gods in this world.

They were people I could never reach or become.

The most famous Lycan at Moonlight Academy was Lucian Kingsley, the one standing right in the center of the circle of strong Alphas. A smile bloomed on my face as I received the excited screams from the cheering girls in the field.

Lucian was born with strength in his blood and is an existence no one can replace.

Even his appearance alone makes ordinary people like me feel incomparable.

His golden hair shines brilliantly under the sunlight, almost blinding. That handsome face, harmonious features, and confident posture with his head held high are not something that can be imitated.

What makes Lucian more special than others is his blue eyes, which feel like sinking into a vast ocean every time you look into them.

I clenched my hand, feeling a bitterness in my heart that choked me.

"How enviable..."

People born strong like him will never have to endure the miserable fate I face. To be more precise, he would never understand what someone born weak has to bear.

Since this world has always been so unfair, I no longer want to resist.

No matter what I try to do, I cannot change the fact that people like me will never have a voice.

I know it's selfish, but I wish those strong people could experience once what it feels like to be us, those who are powerless against a cruel fate.

Lucian, that perfect man, is Ivy's fiancé.

I let out a soft sigh.

"Nothing will change after he marries my sister, and that's for the best. I just hope he won't be too harsh on me."

After all, these things have nothing to do with me. I need to prepare for the enrollment ceremony tomorrow morning. At the very least, I have to try to meet the minimum admission standards, or else I won't even be able to become an official student of this academy.

It's just that reality is cruel. Occasionally, the effort I pour my entire life into amounts to nothing more than a tiny, insignificant grain of sand.

The teacher's cold voice rang out:

"Julia Taylor, failed!"