CHAPTER 1

Alpha Jackson White was boiling with rage. He had just found out his 18-year-old daughter, Camila White, was pregnant.

"Who got you pregnant?" Alpha Jackson roared at Camila. They stood inside the living room downstairs in his duplex mansion.

"Alpha, please take it easy on Camila. She's only a young girl," Camila's mother, Theresa White, pleaded with her husband. As Luna of their pack, the Eastern Wood Pack, she tried to calm him.

"Don't tell me to calm down. First, I was against Camila going to the club to celebrate her birthday, but you said she's already an adult. Now look at what being an adult has turned her into. At this point in her life, when she's supposed to head to university, she chooses to bring shame and disgrace to our family and pack," Alpha Jackson said. Bitterness filled him as he discovered Camila was already three months pregnant—and she didn't even know who got her pregnant.

Camila knelt in her father's living room, crying. "Please, Father, forgive me."

"Shut up. And I will ask you one last time. Who did you shamefully sleep with?" Alpha Jackson questioned. Camila was his only daughter and only child.

It hurt Alpha Jackson deeply. He had wanted Camila to marry Lonald's son in the future to help him rule the pack. Now her foolishness and naivety had ruined everything.

"I don't know, Father," Camila cried as she knelt and begged him.

The last thing Camila remembered was being at the clubhouse with her friends, celebrating her birthday. There, she met her mate, Andre Mason, and fell in love with him. But she couldn't remember what happened after drinking from the wine bottle her best friend Anita gave her.

"Answer me before I throw you out this minute! Who got you pregnant?" Alpha Jackson demanded. Then he pulled off his trouser belt.

"I've been too lenient with you, and it seems you think I cannot discipline you." Alpha Jackson rushed at Camila and started flogging her with his black belt.

"Alpha! Take it easy on Camila! You will kill her! Camila is our only daughter. Somebody help!" Luna Theresa screamed. She rushed to separate her husband from flogging Camila.

With the way Alpha Jackson's mansion was built, none of the people living nearby could enter his gate—even late at night. They could only hear the sound of the whip, along with Camila's serious crying and wailing.

Alpha Jackson flogged Camila until her beautiful yellow skin peeled and her white nightgown tore.

"Guards!" Alpha Jackson called to his stationed guards after he finished. Camila breathed heavily and cried.

"Throw Camila out of this pack. I don't want to see her anywhere around our pack again. Camila ceases to be my daughter from today onward," Alpha Jackson spoke to the two guards who rushed in.

"Okay, Alpha," the two guards replied. They immediately bundled Camila away.

"No, Alpha! You cannot do this to Camila. Bring back my daughter!" Luna Theresa cried. She called out to the guards, but none dared go against Alpha Jackson's orders.

Luna Theresa ran after the two guards who had bundled Camila out. They carried her by her arms and took her away.

"No! Bring back my daughter! My precious jewel!" Luna Theresa screamed after them. Her cries attracted pack members, who came out of their houses, wondering what had the Luna of their pack so upset.

"Camila! No!" Luna Theresa wore a lime-colored nightgown. She ran after the guards, caught up, and tried to pull Camila from their hold.

Camila was already too tired to protest. Her wolf, Ivy, was too weak to shapeshift and fight the guards or go back to plead with her father.

Camila knew her father was ruthless, but she had never gotten on his wrong side. She had always done what he wanted: be a good girl with a strong leadership spirit so other young werewolves in the pack would learn from her and look up to her as the next Alpha—despite being female.

But she had failed him. For the first time in her 18 years of life, her father raised his belt and disciplined her.

Camila felt sore as she watched her mother try to pull her away from the two guards dragging her out of the pack.

"Luna, we cannot go against Alpha Jackson's orders. Camila has been banished. Please try to understand," the guards begged. They knew how ruthless Alpha Jackson was with offenders.

"You cannot take my daughter away. I haven't banished Camila yet, and she's still a member of our Eastern Wood Pack. Let go of Camila at once," Luna Theresa commanded. But the guards knew whose orders to follow.

"We cannot, Luna. We're sorry." They refused to let go and dragged Camila away from her mother. They ran with her while Luna Theresa chased after them.

Luna Theresa grew exhausted from chasing the fast-running guards. They had already exited the Eastern Wood Pack.

"No! My Camila!" Luna Theresa fell to her knees and cried as her vision blurred with heavy tears.

The guards finally reached the pack's exit gate. They threw Camila out and locked the heavy gate behind her.

"Go away and never return to this pack. You know what your father will do to you," one guard warned Camila. They knew she could hear them, even in her weakness—she was still breathing and awake.

They turned and left, walking back into the Eastern Wood Pack. The entrance guards shut the gate closed on her.

Camila was too weak to stand. She knelt in front of her pack's entrance gate. Her body hurt and stung from the pain.

She didn't know how she became pregnant. She only remembered meeting her mate for the first time and getting drunk after.

Tears streamed down her face. Soon, heavy rain began to fall with strong winds.

Rain drenched her already light white nightgown. Camila knew she had no choice but to stand and search for shelter—but from where?

She also knew no other packs would accept her. She bore the Eastern Wood Pack tattoo on her right arm and the rising sun symbol on her forehead, marking her as from the Eastern Wood Pack territory. Many packs hated her father because he tolerated no cheating or sin.

Alpha Jackson was known for the discipline, genuineness, and uprightness of his pack. Now she had failed to show that true leadership spirit.

Camila dragged herself forward as the heavy rain soaked her. She headed toward the path leading to the Western Wood Pack.

Camila knew the Western Pack was full of liars, deceivers, fraudsters, and cheaters—just as her father had always told her. But they welcomed foreigners freely and let them live in their pack.

Camila made her way to the Western Wood Pack's distant border and entrance gate. She hoped that by the time she arrived, they would accept her—despite knowing she was the Alpha's daughter.