Serenity Redwolf

Serenity Redwolf,

Twenty years ago,

In a noble family, two daughters were born. One was the perfect definition of beauty; every strand of hair seemed blessed with a golden touch, her eyes were blue like the ocean, and her cries sounded like the melody of a new spring. Even the midwife could not help but pause, enchanted by the child’s delicate features, as if she were something divine sent from above.

On the other hand,

The other daughter weighed almost twelve pounds, with gray eyes and thick black hair. Her cries did not carry softness or charm; instead, they tore through the air like a wail of plague, raw and unsettling, as if the world itself had rejected her existence from the very first breath.

The moment the midwife held both daughters, the count, the excellence of a small village, knew who would be prioritized. His gaze lingered on the beautiful child, filled with pride and satisfaction, before shifting to the other with visible disgust.

"Throw her away. She will bring shame to the village," he announced coldly, tossing the newborn into the bassinet without a second thought.

The midwife froze, her hands trembling slightly. As she looked at the child, something felt… off.

Apparently, she realized that the child might not be the count’s. Neither of the parents had sleek black hair, nor did they bear a birthmark that looked more like a peach on her butt cheek than a normal crescent-shaped mark. It was too distinct, too different to ignore.

The countess did not even glance at her, let alone acknowledge the child she had carried in her womb for nine months. There was no flicker of guilt, no hesitation—only silence, as if the child had never existed at all.

Her mate forgave her cheating with a lowly life servant, yet he did not show the slightest kindness to the innocent child who bore the consequences of that betrayal.

And do you think the midwife killed that innocent child?

No, absolutely not. She had more compassion than the birth mother. Instead, with a heavy heart and a mind clouded with conflicted morality, she sold the baby to a sickly man who simply wanted to know the taste of fatherhood before his time ran out.

A black man, with a gorgeous black wolf and the most compassionate personality, raised that girl with all the love and care he could possibly give.

He named her Serenity Redwolf.

His hands were rough from labor, his body weak from illness, yet his heart overflowed with warmth. He fed her, protected her, and loved her in ways her real parents never could.

Until he became a free soul, probably having a cup of tea with his buddies in werewolf heaven.

Who knows? Life works like a mystery, and so does the afterlife.

Unfortunately, the little twelve-pound girl grew up into a two-hundred-pound woman with empty pockets and a life that seemed to offer nothing but hardship. Each passing year added not just weight to her body, but exhaustion to her soul.

And she got married to her mate.

"You stole money again? This was the bill for rent, Nolan!" I asked, holding the empty envelope I had carefully set aside, my fingers trembling as the reality sank in.

Nolan, my mate, whom I married two years ago, looked at me with an annoyed expression. "I told you I will pay you back. Why are you being so snotty?" he snapped while biting into the sandwich I bought at a discount.

"Excuse me? I have been working all day, trying to earn enough so we can live without constant fear, and you are… stealing my money!" My voice cracked despite my effort to stay composed.

"Stealing?" Nolan threw the plate he was holding, the sharp sound echoing through the small room.

"Serenity, I needed that money, do you understand that? I needed that money to survive. Why have you changed? You never did this to me before."

I was dumbfounded. "I changed?" I laughed, a bitter, humorless sound that didn’t feel like my own.

"Nolan, since we got married, I have been the one taking care of everything. I didn’t even complete my degree for this life. What else do I have to do for you to understand what I am going through?"

"It’s not my fault that you need more money than both of us combined."

My eyes widened slowly, disbelief turning into something colder, sharper. "What did you say?" I asked, my voice dropping dangerously low.

"I mean, look at you. Two hundred pounds, and God knows how many years you’ll need medicine just to survive. If you just exercised, you would have saved enough time to—"

A sharp slap landed across his face before he could finish. My hand moved before my mind could process anything.

"How dare you! Every day I mop floors, endure people’s ridiculous demands, just to earn enough to keep a roof over our heads while you sit at home doing nothing. And now you point at my weight?"

"See? You are being dramatic. You should be worshipping me. Do you think someone like me would have married someone like you? You can’t even move properly."

"Nolan!" My voice rose, disbelief crashing into me like waves I could no longer hold back.

"Will you calm down? Always acting like you’re the victim. All I did was take some money. I didn’t murder anyone. Tsk. I’ll be back later."

With that, he stormed off, leaving me completely flabbergasted, the silence he left behind heavier than his words.

I couldn’t recognize the man I once loved and married. The warmth, the care, the promises—everything felt like a distant illusion. Now, it felt like I was nothing more than a convenience, someone to exploit, someone to drain.

My mind couldn’t even begin to process everything that had just happened when my phone buzzed. The device barely functioned, worn out from years of use, much like me.

I grabbed my phone and closed the door before picking up my purse. "Yes, Chief."

I received a call from the chief of the royal servants in the Alpha Packhouse of the Swanwood Wolf Pack.

"Serenity, Luna wants you to return right now. There are a few guests who will have dinner tonight. She needs you!"

My jaw clenched as I glanced at the wall clock. It was barely four in the afternoon. I had only been home for an hour. My body ached, my mind was still reeling, yet there was no room for rest.

"But I just—!"

"It’s urgent, so stop wasting my time and get back here!" Her voice rose sharply, cutting through any attempt to argue.

My heart skipped a beat. Judging by her tone, it truly was urgent.

Swallowing the ache lodged deep in my chest, I headed straight to the Packhouse. I worked as a personal servant for the Luna. While others competed for the position with university certificates, beauty, and elegance, the only thing that secured me this role was my obesity.

You heard me right.

I got this position because I was fat and unattractive. So the Alpha would never look at me, and she could remain his number one priority without fear.

"Serenity. Hurry up!" The chief servant opened the door for me. "She needs to put on makeup. Her makeup artist hasn’t returned yet."

"I will handle it!"

Luna Beatrice sat in front of the mirror in her bathrobe. She looked at me with a disdainful expression, her eyes scanning me from head to toe as if I were something unpleasant.

"I would prefer if you moved faster, Serenity. The world shouldn’t stop because you can’t carry your weight and run."

I didn’t say anything. I simply bowed slightly and grabbed the makeup kit, swallowing the humiliation that had long become part of my routine.

With a salary that barely managed a two-person household, I endured all kinds of discrimination here. Conversations like these, where my weight was the center of ridicule, were not uncommon.

"Make me beautiful. The Lycan King will attend with his son. I don’t want to look unpresentable."

"I will do my best, Luna."

"Not your best. It has to be the best."

I nodded quietly.

The Lycans barely stepped outside their pack. Why would they come here? The thought lingered in my mind, but I pushed it aside as I worked.

After finishing the makeup, I stepped aside. Alpha Ronald knocked on the door before entering Luna’s chamber.

"My Luna. The guests are arriving. Are you ready to welcome them?"

"Yes, my love." She smiled and walked toward him. Luna Beatrice was the angel in front of everyone until the door closed behind.

Alpha Ronald gasped softly as he looked at her. "You look gorgeous!"

"I know, right?" She hugged him tightly.

I couldn’t help but smile faintly at the sight. There was warmth there, something genuine. I couldn’t remember the last time Nolan had held me like that, without resentment, without distance. Our marriage felt hollow now, hanging by a thread.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, my eyes met Luna’s.

Her expression shifted instantly.

"My love, you go. I will be there once I grab my phone," she said, stepping away from Alpha Ronald.

He nodded and walked out of the room.

"Serenity. Come here!"

"Yes, my Luna." I stepped closer, uncertain, a faint unease creeping up my spine.

But before I could even react, a sharp slap landed across my face, the force sending my head snapping to the side.

"Did you just eye my man?"

My eyes widened. "N-No. What are you talking—?"

Before I could finish, a brutal punch drove straight into my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs. Pain exploded through me, my body folding instinctively.

"The first rule to work here… never look at my man."

She grabbed my hair, forcing my head up, her face inches from mine. Her grip was merciless.

"Did you hear me? You pig. I showed you kindness because I knew your fat-ass looks wouldn’t seduce him, but… I will pluck these eyes out of your sockets if you don’t know your place."

Her words sank deeper than the pain, carving something raw and unbearable inside me. And yet, I stood there… silent.

Because my soul knew my self-worth and dignity had always been the opposite of my weight.

They knew my weight but never the soul.