Months passed, and the urge to kill myself kept increasing. From dusk to dawn, I worked hard like a slave, and still they all wouldn't get satisfied. The mistreatment and bullying had become so unbearable and grueling that I began to notice that life was gradually draining from me.I was everyone's servant, including the lowest omega in the pack. The royal pack house was like hell, with beatings and difficult tasks; then, outside this mansion, there was my pack, which was like a deep tunnel of doom. I was scared to step out of the house.Almost every pack member who sees me starts bullying me, throwing refuse and dirt in my face, slapping and knocking me off the ground while everyone laughs and enjoys the show, chanting about me being a demon and a curse to the land.The glaring pain from their betrayal won't stop jarring deep into my heart—I kept seeing familiar faces who were once so nice and respectful to me being the first to throw stones at me. It hurts. It just hurts so much and
I was dumbfounded. My eyes narrowed as I stared at her, wondering if my eyes had just deceived me.When I heard her sniff and wipe her arm across her face, it became clear that the almighty Laura was actually in tears.I didn't even know where I got the strength to leap out of bed and rush to her. It was unbelievable to see Laura shed tears, and whatever had put her in such sadness as to bring out tears in her eyes must have been extremely hurting.Whatever that man she was talking about had done must have been really brutal and had turned Laura into the demon she had become."Laura..." I called from behind her, and just as I placed my hand on her shoulder, she shuddered as if my hand had done something to her."How old are you now?" The question surprised me, and I could notice her breathing slightly faster than usual without turning to me yet."18… years, why do you ask?" I stuttered with my eyebrows furrowed as her question sounded odd to my ears, but she quickly exclaimed, turnin
It was finally the end, and I had no reason to doubt. Just as expected, Laura blew the flute with all her energy, making sure it was as loud as she could make it be.Everywhere went dead silent, and I kept my eyes closed, scared and sad to die. My heart ached from everyone's betrayal, especially my dad's, but at the same time, I felt it was best to die and end this suffering.We all waited for a few minutes, all mute and anticipating the Lycan prince. My father had also ordered the bodyguards at the entrance to leave the door open so he would have a free pass."What is going on?" Scarlett was the first to throw out the question that everyone had been asking themselves. Laura frowned and gave it another try, blowing air into the flute with every ounce of energy, and when I opened my eyes, I saw how bulging and red her eyes were."How long should it take him?" My father asked, both eyes narrowing in surprise."It took the man who drove him to his place twenty minutes. With his extreme s
"But I was sure I smelled his scent that day. I felt he was close to me. Why didn't he save me?" I asked no one in particular. Hot tears were burning in my eyes and streaming freely down my cheeks as I stood in front of the mirror.It was morning, and my eyes were still heavy and drooping from lack of sleep. My brown hair was packed in a messy bun over the tattered, badly sewn old school uniform I was wearing. My eyes were all red and swollen from crying all the time.If tears could take away my pain, I would have been the happiest girl on earth. Last night, under my pillow, I cried till my eyes were worn out.I don't know what to expect, but I knew it would be really miserable, especially with the visible slave mark at the side of my neck. The worst was that the school wasn't just an ordinary one; it was a school for the rich and a magnificent building that gathered every royal member from every part of the werewolf world together.When I was still a kid, I overheard a conversation a
My blood ran cold and every hair on my skin rose, with shudders running up and down my spine. I stared with popped eyes and my jaw dropped, feeling my hands trembling and my heart racing so fast and hard that it felt like it wanted to break out of my ribcage. I started sweating and hoped it wasn't real. Maybe it was someone else that walked in while my eyes were deceiving me, but this wasn't the time to console myself with baseless hopes because it didn't take long before I began to smell his pheremone that signified he was the one for me.I was shocked, disoriented, and frightened because I had no idea why he was here, and his face wasn't funny at all. He didn't come to my rescue after I heard his voice that day, making me not kill myself and allowing me, his mate, to be marked as a slave to Scarlett without doing anything.It had been weeks, and he never cared about all the suffering I went through, and he also still believed that I was a demon. What if he didn't want me to commit
Scarlet POVIt was unbelievable and so unreal that I was dazed and couldn't move or talk after he left. The school bell rang for break, and I still couldn't leave my chair or make any movement.The more I thought about it, the more I got confused and dumbfounded. My hand slid down to the school bag on my lap, and I pressed on it slightly to feel the flute in it. The same flute Dracula had given us so we could inform him when we found Ella.Laura gave it to me so I would try it again here in school to know if it would work, but now what do I have to say? Everything played right in front of my eyes, undeniably.The Lycan Prince was here in this school, a teacher in this class, and had set his eyes on Ella again. Words can't tell the excitement that brimmed my heart when I saw him walk in. It was like a dream come true, but what happened next made me realize that my fear was actually reality.I had the feeling that the Lycan Prince still had a soft spot for Ella and intentionally refused
It was like a slap in the face, and the shame I felt was so strong that I thought my cheeks would burn as they flushed red. Ella had a lopsided smile on her face, while it seemed I was the only one dazed at what was going on.Ella just proved once again that he do listen to her and does what she requests. same in the classroom and here right now.Are my eyes deceiving me? Isn't this Dracula, the Lycan prince?"Why are you gawking at me that way? Are you coming in or not? I have other things to do!" I heard him huff directly at me with a narrowed gaze, without even looking at Ella, who was standing beside me.His eyes were cold, just like his voice, and it seemed like my presence was pinching on his skin. For a few moments, I couldn't speak. My gaze shifting from him to Ella in confusion."I thought you said you don't accept students inside your office? Why did you change your mind suddenly after you heard Ella's voice?" I couldn't hold back as I shot the question at him, giving him a
"What did you just say about being cursed earlier?" He whispered hoarsely just as he turned to me after locking the door. There was curiosity and different kinds of emotions I couldn't explain glinting in his eyes as he stared down at me, who was still kneeling on the floor.I gulped and wiped my tears with the backs of my arms, exhaling and inhaling deeply as I wondered about the right words to use and how to explain it all. I just claimed to be cursed because that is what it seemed like after my good and pleasurable life turned sour after that day.The curse was that beast, which saved me from being killed, even though it should be a blessing because that is the reason I am still alive now. If my mother had killed me that day, I just can't explain what would have been the fate of the werewolf kingdom."First, get up from the floor and have a seat. You have no reason to be scared of me, not yet." He continued as he returned to his chair.I rose and slowly sat on the other chair, faci