5; A mere pawn.

Camila Castello.

The more I got to know Adrian, the more my regret for that night dissipated.

I hated myself at first for it, for giving in so easily but there was this pull I felt towards him I couldn’t explain, and no, it wasn’t just the full moon that made it possible.

He’s been nothing but kind to me though, no longer avoiding me like the plague. He acts like the perfect fiancée during the day, and fucks me thoroughly through the night.

I think I’m even falling for him if I’m being honest. How can I not? He’s everything but that which the rumors of him. I know that now.

‘Can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle. Happy wedding day, Princess.’ A smile made its way on my face as I read the message he had attached to the flowers he had delivered to my room.

It’s finally our wedding day, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t as excited as I’m nervous. I have him though, I know it’ll all be well.

“Lady Camilla.” I looked up, just in time to see one of my attendants walk in. Sarah, a petite 19-year-old tasked with serving me for life apparently. She’s a good company. “I’m afraid I still can’t get a hold of your family.”

My smile faltered, but I didn’t let it drop completely. “Don’t worry.” I forced the smile back up on my face. “They’re probably on their way here.” Or they wouldn’t show up at all, but I pretended to be fine.

Sighing, I muttered an apology to the makeup artist and allowed her to carry on with the makeup as we’re nearly done, and the wedding is about in an hour. The past month has been hell preparing to be a Princess, but I’m glad to have Aiden. He made it bearable really.

“The Alpha of Southern River Pack, and Alpha of Starfall Pack have arrived, making them the 17th and 18th Alphas to arrive respectively. There are just two more to go…” Another one of my attendants, the one tasked with keeping me updated on Pack Politics rambled on.

I hummed, lacking any interest in it as my hand went to my abdomen, a genuine smile making its way on my face. I can’t wait until the wedding has been finalized and I’ll break the news to Aiden.

I’m expecting. I know it’s sudden, and truth be told, I’m scared as hell, but I know if I have him, I’ll be able to handle it. We can do it together.

My makeup and dressing was rounded up in about 45 minutes after, before they all piled out, leaving me with my two attendants. I sent Sarah on an errand, and the other had to answer a call so she stepped out.

I waited till they were not in sight before I stepped out, carefully avoiding running into anyone as I tried to sneak to where the windows are, facing the front yard where the wedding is set to take place.

Originally, I only intended to take a glimpse at him beforehand, to calm my nerves.

But, as I decided to take the corridors of the East Wing, knowing I’m least likely to run into anyone, I halted upon overhearing something I was not expecting.

It came from the office of the King, and I had no intentions of eavesdropping but a certain something caught my attention.

“What’s the situation at BloodHound?” That’s the King’s voice, I recognize it, having met him a few times. He’s…an intimidating man to say the least.

“A massacre.” The second voice belong to the geezer, as Adrian likes to call him. “The witches must’ve wiped them all by now.” Klaus commented. “The Alpha and his family as well. All gone.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. BloodHound? That’s my fucking Pack. What? A massacre? Witches? Hell…no. It can’t be.

I heard the King sigh. “They should be enough sacrifice for the Witches, right?” He’s associating himself with witches? We’re supposed to be mortal enemies. “Now all we need is the Princess to get pregnant with a cub, then we can use it as the final sacrifice for the spell.”

My hand instinctively went to my abdomen, as I felt tears sting my eyes. What the hell am I hearing? Sacrifice? My baby? My Pack?

What the hell is all these?

“I’m yet to hear a heartbeat.” Klaus commented, his tone grave as usual. “But the minute I do. I’ll notify you and we’ll offer her to them.”

“Good.” The King commented, not sounding remorseful in the slightest.

I felt my eyes sting with tears, my heart in painful knots. No…they couldn’t have killed my family and people. Were we mere pawns to them from the beginning?

The bastards.

“What about the Prince though?” Klaus inquired. “Won’t he make a fuss if she suddenly disappears.”

“The Prince couldn’t care about her, all he cares about is getting her in his bed. He’s been buttering her up for that.” The King’s tone was filled to the brim with boredom. “He’ll get a new harem ad forget she ever existed. You know how he is.”

“It’s decided then, the minute she’s with a child, we’ll hand her over to the witches.”

I couldn’t stand there listening to them plot my death. Through my blurry gaze, I turned around and ran, as fast as my legs can carry me, avoiding sight of people as much as I can. I had no idea where I’m going, but I know I sure as hell won’t sit back and have them do those horrible things to me.

Those traitors! And to think I even trusted Aiden for fuck sakes.

They killed my family. The thought had more tears streaming down my face as I ran. They killed my people, and now they want my child.

They took everything from me.

My bones snapped as I turned into my wolf form, and ran into the forest as fast as my legs can carry me, my thoughts clouded with anger, resentment, and most of all the need to survive.

I’ll make them pay. I made a promise, clouded by resentment as I put more distance between myself and the Pack. I’ll them all fucking pay for taking everything away from me.

I’ll be back. I promise on my life I would.

And when I do, I’ll show them hell.