CHAPTER 1

~ AUTHOR'S NOTE ~

This book is based on a fantasy world of werewolves. This story is a why choose romance, which means the main character will not have to choose between her love interests. The book has a unique plot in which werewolves are not bound in a mate bound until they take a special oath, they can choose whoever they want as their mate. Keep this in your mind while reading the book.

Be aware of your triggers, lovely readers. This book contains strong language, violence, torture, reverse harem, and explicit sexual content.

With all that, enjoy the book.

~ CHAPTER 1~

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~

I looked at the shiny, gold-coloured invitation to a club that a friend of mine from my college class has opened a few weeks ago. If I chose to be honest then I would say that the college was pretty awful, too structured, too systematic, and too theoretical to allow for the true appreciation of art. But I had to join something to fulfil my graduation credit requirements to live along with these humans. This was not the place I belong to. I hate humans, the way they reek of sweat but anything. They disgust me to the point that I want to rip their heads off their body to watch how their fragile body would run of blood and life as they would fall to the ground with a loud thud... Umm... Even the thought of it was so fascinating...

Suddenly, an inevitable urge to kill humans surged into my veins and I flipped the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on my sudden whim or not. It was a wrinkled piece of cardboard that I had thrown at the bottom of my backpack as soon as I had received it. I didn’t have the time to attend clubs being opened by university students when I had the obligation to run my pack along with my mother, Kendall Clausen. It was what I had been doing since my mother divorced my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen and they separated their ways for good.

‘Rich human kids and their annoying habit of throwing around their money.’

I scoffed as the thought crossed my mind. I tossed the card onto the table in the living room, before heading to my room to get changed.

It was the perfect day to get drunk. It was the day that should be celebrated as it was the day when mom finally succeeded in seducing Alpha Gerald Forest. The God himself. The alpha of Twilight pack.

We both wanted to bring more forces into our pack so that our pack would become undefeated by our enemies.

Our place was not something like a fairytale as these humans describe in their so-called, childish fantasy books. But it was the place where the weak must be killed if they couldn't survive.

Our enemies were not just the neighbouring packs but also the wizards and other creatures. For they thought our pack have something hidden that made us successful and our lands fertile. That was why we came second powerful after alpha Gerald Forest's pack.

I should be celebrating but somewhere in my heart, there was an ache for my father. Although, it has been so long since my parents separated that I have forgotten his face. Only some blurry memories that stayed behind were all that I have left.

My heart was still holding onto the thought that my father would return someday. However, I was also aware of the fact that we could not just sit around and wait for him to save us from the enemies who were simply waiting for a chance to destroy and take over our pack.

So many thoughts were colliding in my head at the same time that I couldn't seem to ignore and the only way to ignore them was to get drunk. That was the best thing I had adapted from these humans. They get drunk when they get happy about something, for they believe that getting drunk was a way to increase their happiness. And they get drunk when they feel sad, for it's the best way to forget what was eating you inside.

However, as a werewolf, I knew that it was just bullshit to get drunk on these human's alcohol, I could never get drunk.

But then I need something to feel anything but numb.

So I decided to call my friend of mine who was born to a human and a werewolf. Rachel Peterson. She was my only friend here.

Rachel picked up her phone on the second ring and her voice came out slurry. She was probably drunk...

"Care to pick me up to get more drunk?" I asked but I doubt if she had heard me. She was somewhere noisy. I could hear the pounding sound of the rock music.

"Sure... I'll be there..." Her voice was pitch high that it nearly bled my ears.

Fuck! Damn this sensitive werewolf ear!

"No, need. You seem too drunk to pick me up, just send me your location." I sighed. I didn't want her to die on me while picking me up. Rather, I did not want to get into any accidents.

"Alright!" She exclaimed as she cut the call and I stared at the blank screen as I waited for her message.

My phone screen chimed as I looked at the location she sent. I have already changed my clothes so I walked out of the villa, which my mom bought me on my eighteenth birthday.

I hopped into my car and drove off to the club.

As soon as I reached there and threw the keys at the valet. I didn't have to search for Rachel as she was already waiting for me outside.

She waved at me as soon as she found me among the crowd. I waved at her as I made my way to her.

"Let's go..." She didn't say much but dragged me toward the entryway as she must have seen the hint of sadness on my face.

"This is Hyacinth." She introduced me to the guard and he nodded to let us in but I had already taken out my ID from my wallet. He quickly scanned it, nodding in approval.

"Yeah, go ahead." He removed the rope to let us in, and the complaining from the crowd seemed to get louder.

Rachel quickly dragged me inside by my arm which I was sure would rip out of its socket any second as we passed through the crowd.

Heading over to the tightly-packed bar, she called out to one of the busy bartenders like they were old buddies. She was a regular here so it was only natural that they knew each other.

He nodded in response as he shuffled with a couple of bottles of beer, handing them over to a couple of men. I didn't pay them any attention as Rachel screamed over the loud music that she was getting on the dance floor.

And within minutes she vanished into the crowd of grinding bodies to dance with a stranger as I sat still on a stool, drinking my vodka shots.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing sitting here all alone?"

My face slightly scrunched up in disgust as a man's heated drunken voice whispered close to my ear.

Turning my head to look at the stranger, I saw a balding man in dark clothing.

Helen, my wolf talked in my head, she jumped in excitement, maniacally.

"Should we kill him?" I didn't respond to her. And rolled my eyes.

"Waiting for my boyfriend." I tried to ignore him, sipping away at my shot, but his hand suddenly rested on my waist.

"Let me buy you a drink, sugar."

"No, I am good. Thanks for the offer anyway."I moved away from him, indicating my discomfort.

Fuck, I so wanted to kill that bastard. I was on the verge to snap as my claws and my front teeth started to get visible.

"Control Helen, it's not the right time to lose our shit. It's too crowded." I instructed her to control herself. But it was getting out of hand as my wolf Helen decided to take control and I turned to murder that human with a growl.

"She said no. Leave her alone." A strange, authoritative voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned around to see a man standing there, and as soon as I saw him, I controlled my wolf.

"Who the fuck are you? Leave. I am talking to her.." The man said persistently, glaring at that ruthless looking man's face as he scanned his crisp suit.

"I am her fucking boyfriend," The man whom I didn't even know suddenly announced as my boyfriend as my eyes turned widened to the size of the tennis ball.

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