Bloody Sinners

Violet's POV

The room was spinning!

I could swear everything around me was swirling out of control. I was grateful that none of the objects hit me, even though it felt like I was trapped in the middle of a spinning vortex.

With shaky knees, I made my way forward. I clutched the wall for support as I was too scared to walk without it. My eyes were blurry and in the darkness I could hardly see anything.

Today was my best friend Kiara Hudson's seventeenth birthday. She was our pack's alpha's daughter. While I'm an omega, I took plight in sharing that I was friends with the most amazing person I've ever known in my life.

Kiara was kind and loving. We met at a funfair organized in the pack. I had gone there with the other kids from the orphanage I was from.

Yeah, I'm an orphan. The warden at the orphanage told me that I was three years old when someone left me sleeping outside the orphanage's gate. They left a letter saying that they were too young and broke to raise a child. And that I was mistakenly conceived, and couldn't be aborted because of no money.

Although I have no memory of my childhood, I know that I was raised like a daughter by the warden of the orphanage who I still visit, Mrs. Edith Johnson.

A trip to the fair was our farewell treat by Mrs. Edith Johnson. While her husband owned the orphanage, she happily helped raise the kids that were brought in. She was a mother by nature and decided to help the kids rather than following her dream, which was to become a painter.

But that doesn't mean she stopped painting. She taught us, the kids at her orphanage, to paint, and I feel honored to share that I was one of her best students. A born painter!

Anyway, we were all taken out by her when we were about to leave the orphanage at the age of fifteen. In my pack, it is considered that a fifteen year old wolf is grown enough to start taking care of his or her expenses. Not to mention that we have plenty of jobs available for the teenage wolves that we can take up to earn for ourselves.

Besides that, there's a hostel facility in our pack that provided shelter for orphans like me and underprivileged kids who were either kicked out of their homes or were simply rogue wolves seized at the border.

Our Alpha, Arnold Hudson, and Kiara's father was a considerate Alpha. He paid attention to young wolves more than the adults. He believed that we were the future of our pack, and if we were provided with the right resources and education, we could be an asset.

I swiped a gaze around the grand hall to look for Kiara. We met at the fair that night. I recall looking at a happy family of three, enjoying ice-cream together with tears in my eyes. The parents were caring for their daughter like she was their treasure, and I couldn't help but stop in a daze and admire their love.

They had made me think about my parents and why they couldn't keep me. I was red and sobbing when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

A girl was standing next to me with a smile and two ice-cream cones in her hand. I had flinched away and bowed in respect as it was none other than Kiara Hudson, the only child of the Alpha and Luna of our pack, the cherished princess. Who wouldn't know her!

Everyone was aware of her as she was seen on television and magazines beside her parents every other day, doing social services. She was being advertised largely for the people in our world to know that she was the future Alpha Female of Blackstone Pack.

I had been utterly scared, assuming that I somehow offended her by being in the fair. What I didn't know was that I influenced her for some reason, and she was more than excited to be friends with me.

And then, we have been inseparable since that day. It's been two years since that night. Two years since I became a princess from an orphan.

Kiara was kind enough to request her Alpha father to let me stay with them. He happily agreed and I got a room beside Kiara's. We're like... Sisters. And we're the same age, it's just that I'm six months older than Kiara.

She didn't do anything without me. I was overly protected and loved by her, and that made others around us bow their heads when they saw me. I was seen as part of the royal family, and Kiara's love made everything seem so natural.

That's right. Everyone looks at me with that gaze of amazement and treats me like a princess.

Because whatever comes in the Alpha's house for his daughter, it comes in a pair. One is for Kiara, and one for me.

That's why the dark blue gown I'm wearing tonight on Kiara's birthday is identical to her dark red gown. She insisted we wear matching gowns because Kiara had been down with unwavering fever on my birthday. I refused to celebrate it without her. So to make it up to me, she insisted I wear the same dress as her and cut the cake with her given I turned seventeen six months ago. 

Seventeen is the legal age for us. We are recognized as adults and it's after turning seventeen do we find our mates. I haven't found mine yet, sadly. But I'm excited for Kiara. 

Anyway, we've just cut the cake and fed it to each other. Then champagne was brought in. We posed for pictures with our glasses before downing it in one big gulp. For some reason, my champagne felt off to me.

As a person who spent two years in the company of the Alpha's daughter, the heiress of the pack, I was no rookie to the taste of different kinds of drink. And champagne was my favorite.

However, it tasted a little bitter today. Not as fruity and sweet as I knew its taste. And then my head started spinning while Kiara was dragged away by her mother to introduce her to some VIP guests. My knees trembled and I realized something was definitely wrong with my drink.

Still taking support of the wall, I tried to peek over the heads of the excited guests as they hooted and clapped for someone dancing in the middle of the room under the spotlight. My vision was teary and blurry but I recognized the face and the gown. Kiara was dancing with Alpha Arnold. My lips curved seeing her so happy.

Guess I should join them even if I'm a little tipsy. I'm sure once Kiara notices my condition, she will guide me to my room and call a doctor for me.

I was about to move away from the wall and take a step ahead when a hand came around my mouth, yanking me back. My skin turned cold in fright as I was lifted off like I weighed nothing and dragged in the darkness at the back of the hall.

What transpired next changed my life forever.

Tbc…

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