Mag-log inI lifted the glass cup between my fingers and took a slow sip of the tea before setting it down on the table in front of me. I sat on one of Naomiās white leather couches, completely relaxed, while the four women across from me stared like I was some strange creature they couldnāt figure out.Naomi sat directly opposite me, sitting stiffly on her own sofa. Behind her was Head Maid Smite, pressing an ice pack to her swollen cheek, glaring at me like she wished she would kill me then and there. Sarah and Grace stood near the door with a couple of maids and guards, all of them pretending they werenāt here to watch the show. Anyone who had brains could tell this was going to be a pivotal moment that defined my existence in this castle. No other concubine that hadnāt won had had the audacity to sit so confidently in front of Naomi. Talkless of an unimportant āwhite wolfā with no family name.It was unimaginable. The other three official concubines sat to my right, each looking at me in
āWho did you say youāre here to see?āThe maid at Concubine Naomiās door stared at me from head to toe, confused like she couldnāt believe what sheād just heard.I stood in front of Naomiās quarters, letting my eyes wander around with amusement. Compared to my dingy quarters, this place was heaven. Guards stood at every corner with maids rushing in and out carrying trays of food and piles of clean clothes, fresh flowers in tall vases. Gardeners trimmed her trees making everything look like perfection. The walls were painted, the floors were pure white marble.Naomi lived like a queen.The maid, one of Naomiās closest confidants looked shocked. Sheād never met me before, but she definitely knew who I was supposed to be. Iām sure sheād heard every one of Naomiās attempts to get me to come see her⦠and every time I said no. And now here I was, suddenly showing up at her door.And looking nothing like the woman theyād described.Iām sure Head Maid Smite had used all the words in her voca
Sarah glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one was around before going into the staff quarters. She moved fast, closing the door behind her and heading straight to the room she shared with Grace.Her eyes scanned the place until they landed on Graceās side of the room. Without even thinking twice, she started going into her things, pulling open her cupboard and even went through her jewelry box until she found what she was looking for.It was a ring. Graceās favorite ring.Sarah smirked. āPerfect,ā she whispered, putting it into her pocket. āYou really shouldāve worn this today.āShe laughed at herself before sneaking out again, her plan already forming in her head. She soon reached where Grace said the fight happened and she stopped when she saw Poppy on the floor. She was laying unconscious at the bottom of the ditch, her head covered with blood. Sarah bent down, her lips turning into a cruel smile. āSo this is the girl Lady Dahlia was so proud of,ā she laughed. āWerenāt yo
Grace ran through the palace halls, her shoes were slamming against the marble floors as she stopped in front of Head Maid Smiteās office. Without knocking, she burst inside and slammed the door shut behind her.Both Head Maid Smite and her other assistant Sarah, looked up in shock. Smiteās eyes narrowed as she glared at Grace as she was still angry about the embarrassment she suffered in front of Dahlia which she totally blamed on Grave.āGrace,ā she snapped. āWhat on earth are you doing barging in here like a madwoman? Didnāt I send you to help clean Concubine Naomiās quarters as your punishment or do you not want to work here anymore?āGraceās chest was rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was pale, her hands trembling as she shook her head. āIāI did! I mean, I was going there, butāāāBut what?ā Sarah cut in. A smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. How satisfying, she thought. Grace finally made a fool of herself. Letās see how long her precious po
The next thing I heard was a sound that belonged in the pits of hell. It was loud and manic laughter that made my whole body shake. Then I heard another snap that sounded like my own spine breaking. My body twisted in ways that weren't normal. I gasped, choking on air, as I started getting dizzy. My eyes rolled back and I fell to the cold floor, my heart beating so loud I thought it would burst. Thatās when I saw my fingers stretching and my bones cracking as pale fur started pushing out of my skin. When I looked at the broken mirror, I saw a massive white wolf with eyes burning red. IāIs that me? No itās not me. Itās Wonlock! But heavens, I felt alive! Every sound around me seemed to flood into my ears all at once. The drip of water from the sink, the pounding of my pulse, the faint running of a rat behind the walls. I could smell everything, the thick scent of blood, soap from the bathroom. I heard a low growl from deep in my chest. I couldnāt feel anything, yet I could
āLady Dahlia, you have to calm down! Weāll treat her please, sheās not dead yet.ā Doctor Jeffery, the royal doctor, spoke with a forced calmness that didnāt make me feel better at all. I bursted into the palace hospital and practically screamed for help. I watched as he adjusted his glasses, his expression full of pity which Iād always hated when people looked at me like that but for the first time, I didnāt care. I grabbed his arms with my shaky hands. Two nurses tried to hold me back as others rushed Poppy toward the emergency room. āPlease, save her! Iām begging you!ā My voice broke, shaking with every word. āWhatever you want, Iāll give itājust donāt let her die!ā He only gave me a stiff nod before running after the nurses, leaving me standing there trying not to break into pieces. My knees gave out, and I hit the cold floor hard, my hands cleaning on the tears I didnāt even realize were falling. How did this happen? Who couldāve done something so cruel? But deep down, I alr







