Claudia's POV I ran all the way back to the basement, my heart still pounding hard. Those green eyes that I inherited from my grandmother were the most striking thing about me, so I have had to cover them with my long hair since I was young. I used to talk back to my mother about it when I was a kid, "Why do all the other little girls get to show their eyes and pretty foreheads and I have to show up with half my face covered?" My mother always stonewalled me then, saying that she would tell me all the reasons when I became an adult. Until she and my father were executed, she didn't tell me why I couldn't show my eyes, but just admonished me, "Always hide your eyes." Since I became a slave, I had been more afraid to show my eyes. To the uninformed common eye, those eyes were also too beautiful, and a beautiful slave would suffer more miserable treatment. I tried to put myself to work, but that feeling of anxiety and fear was still haunting my mind. What if
Claudia's POV The woman who woke up from the coma opened her eyes. To my surprise, she had a very rare pair of eyes, with purple pupils that emitted a faint shimmer. She looked at me in a very strange way, which was a mixture of shock and confusion. The woman stared straight at me and didn't say a word. I was a little scared, this beautiful and strange woman was not a werewolf at first glance. What was she doing at the edge of the pack? The woman suddenly spoke at that moment and startled me. "I can tell you're a witch's child. Don't be afraid, I'm a witch too." Usually, witches didn't reveal their identities to others, because there were many people who caved their power and many who feared them. Usually, only if they trusted you very much would they tell you their true identity. Hearing her say that made me drop my guard at once. A lot of my trust in witches came from my mother, who used to be hated by lots of people when she was in the pack. But my fath
Isaac's POV "Watch your balance!" My father shouted at me from outside the training ground. My body leaned back to avoid the right fist that Alex was swinging at me. Before he could return to a defensive stance, I found a weakness under his ribcage and struck back hard. "Ow!" Alex fell to the ground in response. It was so easy, I hadn't lost a single handful of matches on the training ground since my awakening. They were never my match, in terms of strength or reaction time. Then I walked over to my father outside the field and he just frowned at me. "What do you have to be proud of? Just winning a little game." "No, I'm just..." I was happy not because I had won the race, but because my father had been nice enough to come and watch me train for once. "Well, get on with it." He said, turning his head and heading towards Neil's training field. Seriously, nothing I did growing up ever really pleased him. When I got my first A+ in school as
Fiona's POV I swore to God Isaac had been absolutely avoiding me for the last two days. Although I asked him if he'd been avoiding me for the past two days, and rightfully so, the answer was "No". However, with a woman's intuition, Isaac was definitely not right these two days. Usually I accompanied him to the training ground to watch the games, but these days he left early from class and went to training with his friends. And I couldn't get anything out of his friends. I even used the excuse of "introducing girls" to Kevin. Kevin just said they were really just going to practice together. It had been normal for Isaac to be surrounded by a lot of girls since he was a kid. Not to mention his distinguished status, Isaac's handsome appearance and perfectly proportioned body were enough to make them swoon. The normal girls who could only drool over Isaac only dared to look at him from afar. I enjoyed the feeling of "my Alpha" being admired by all. But as
Claudia's POV Once again, my bag was thrown into the sink in the first-floor hall. The girls had taken extra "care" of me for the past two days, seemingly on instructions from Fiona. And I had to run downstairs to pick up my bag. When Isaac approached me, I froze, with a hint of nervousness. What I didn't expect was that he didn't even look at me and walked right past me. I wasn't expecting him to help me out. As per usual, he would fold his arms over his chest and lean against the wall watching my embarrassing scene of being bullied with a mocking but pretty smile on his face or a couple of harsh words. But today he walked straight past me like he didn't see me, not giving me a single look. By the time I had fished up everything that had fallen in the sink, the bell had rung. I hurried to the classroom, where the teacher looked at me with a disgruntled look on her face and a roar of laughter came from the classroom. And I subconsciously looked at Isaac, who was just
Claudia's POV The young lady who fell to the ground had her face turned red with anger. After all, she had made a fool of herself in front of the one she liked. Even though she was the one who bumped into me, what could I, a slave, say? I got up and bowed to her in apology. The lady was helped up by the other maids, and her pretty dress got wrinkled. But this scene happened to be seen by Fiona. God! I would die. She would push me to the edge whenever she got the goods on me. "What's going on?" Fiona deliberately asked aloud, and more eyes were attracted by her to our side. "Oh my God!" She pointed to the lady's dress and quipped, "This looks awful. " People around her began to look at the dress and whisper about it. Everyone in the room looked our way and the lady's face got even redder and I could only lower my head to apologize to her. "This damn slave is to blame for being careless and ruining such a nice dress of yours." Fiona tried to defl
Claudia's POV I peeked over at Isaac only to run right into his eyes and after a few seconds of staring at him, I read his thoughts. A huge shock took over my mind. How was this possible? I was so shocked by what I read that my fingertips trembled. Someone beside me was calling my name and telling me to get my ass to the back kitchen, but I was frozen in place as if I had been struck by lightning. No matter how loudly they called me, I was still caught up in the emotion of surprise, until one of the maids forcefully dragged me to the back kitchen. "What were you doing standing there?" The maid scolded me, "Do you think you're the focus of the banquet, staying still in the doorway and not moving?" She pushed me to the sink and the cold water soaked into my skirt before I slowly eased back from the shock. I picked up the dishes and scrubbed them numbly, the word "mate" running all over my mind. "She's my mate!" I looked into Isaac's eyes and read his mind. I was a
Isaac's words knocked me from heaven to hell and I looked at him with incredulous eyes. When I had read that he was my mate, I had fantasized about being with him. Would I finally be happy? But his words shattered all my fantasies. After a brief moment of surprise, I calmed down. I mentally laughed at myself; indeed, it was all in my head. Isaac had never acted like he liked me. He had bullied me since I was a kid and always teased me. He had even torn up books that I had protected with all my heart. I wouldn't want someone with such a bad personality to be my mate. "Whatever, I don't want to be your mate either." I actually said that to Isaac in a fit of pique. Isaac didn't seem to expect me to answer him like that, and his face got even uglier. I watched his reaction with a little pleasure of revenge. Then I continued, "We can break off our mate relationship." Oh my God, I really said that out loud. My heart still ached from saying it. This was the mark that the Moo