From a princess, Orabella lost everything on her 18th birthday. Her hometown was attacked, her father was brutally killed, and her mother and brother were imprisoned. Even she turned into an enslaved person to entertain others. And painfully, the one who contributed to Orabella's life to a dead end was her mate. What does Orabella have to do to get rid of a heartless man like Vincent while he threatens her family's life? After all that happened, will Orabella be able to forgive Vincent?
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The melodious music and the bustling conversation of people were resounding outside the hall. I was nervously standing inside the dressing room. I look at a strange self in the mirror and can't help but be happy; I will turn 18 in a few hours. That marks my adulthood; I will meet my wolf and find see my mate.
Thinking of those things excited me; I grinned and mumbled along with the song.
Everything will be great, I'm sure.
"Everything is ready; the guests have come close enough, just waiting for you. Do you have any plans after tonight, baby?" My old brother, Edward, is looking at me with loving eyes.
"Now, don't call me that; I'm about to become an adult." I blushed, cheeks red.
My brother is perfect in every way; the only flaw is that he likes to tease me whenever possible. He knew that calling me by my childhood nickname would embarrass me, and he liked it. He said that at that time, I looked cute even though I didn't feel it.
"No matter how old you are, you are still a baby in my eyes. I have held you since you were as small as a pea." Saying that my brother did an act that described my smallness.
I laughed at his teasing. Reminds me of the past a little bit. When I was just born, my mother got sick, so her body was weak; my brother cared for me. My father had just become an Alpha then, so he was very busy, and Edward fed me little by little milk. Growing up, I became a jewel he cherished and spoiled.
Although I am a girl, I am stubborn and stubborn by nature, which certainly stems from the fact that I have always been loved. Especially when I do anything wrong, there is always my brother to help me deal with it. I even believe I love my brother more than my parents, although that should not.
"So what? Now tell me your plans." My brother raised an eyebrow.
I leaned back against the dressing table, thought momentarily, then spoke. "Hmmm. I will follow your training seriously. I want to join the Pack's elite army and protect our people."
Hearing me say my plan, my brother smiled and gently patted my head. "It is rare to see a girl agree to join the elite army. But you should be clear; I'm very strict about coaching. And most of all, you must pass your wolf assessment; there will be no bias towards Alpha's daughter."
"I am confident that my wolf will be the strongest wolf." I cocked my nose proudly.
My brother smiled softly and patted my head. "Happy birthday, my dear little sister."
"Thank you for everything!" I give him an intimate hug and tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
Suddenly my brother stopped; his sad eyes refused to leave my body, confused me.
Only then did I ask my brother to tell the truth?
He sighed. "In a little while, you will find your mate. I fear my place in your heart will soon be shaken."
I hugged my stomach. I never thought my old brother would have such childish worries.
I hugged him again, and I said seriously. "That will never happen. Even if he's a mate, he can only rank 2nd in my heart. I love you so much, Edward, and that will never change even if I die."
Edward didn't take his eyes off me; he felt embarrassed after my cheesy words and then found an excuse to go out and worry about the party. "You are so soft-spoken. Prepare well; after the party, I want to dance with you."
I winked mischievously. "Of course, I spent all my time preparing for today's party."
When I was left alone in the dressing room, I also started to worry. I wonder what my mate will be like. Is he as tall and handsome as my brother? And most importantly, is he strong enough?
I won't deny it if someone says I'm picky or demanding. I was born and raised in a family with strong men. Finding a man who transcends the shadow of my father and brother is difficult.
My father, Alpha Clinton of the Blue River Pack, was a wonderful man. Remember years ago when my grandfather passed away? Blue River's situation was highly chaotic. Enemies inside and outside are always lurking around and can attack us anytime. That comes from the fact that Blue River is a small Pack favored by God with abundant resources, which everyone aspires to have. Still, my father was able to handle everything smoothly, and ensuring us a peaceful life for nearly twenty years caused him much anxiety.
And my mother, the noble Luna Sapphire. She used to be a famous warrior, with great merit in helping my father stabilize everything. However, after giving birth to me, she was hurt quite a lot, and since then, my mother has only stayed at home to take care of me and my brother.
What is more admirable is the passionate affection of my parents, I never seem to have heard them raise their voices to each other, and every time they appear in front of me, they are always a loving couple.
A series of loud sounds in the hall suddenly cut off my train of thought. I dropped my lipstick, and it broke in half; my premonition became uneasy. My heart suddenly pounded and spasmed violently.
I hurriedly ran outside, and seeing the chaotic scene made me stop.
"What's happening?" I needed clarification as to what happened.
People are fleeing in different directions; in times of danger, they are no longer their usual surnames, for their own lives do not hesitate to push others, step on others' heads, and run away.
Screams and cries echoed through the air.
Where is the poetic atmosphere of a few minutes ago? The luxurious banquet hall had become a battlefield filled with blood and tears.
I looked confusedly at the hustle and bustle; I wanted to look for familiar silhouettes. I will feel more secure when I see my brother or my parents. But I didn't see anyone, making me even more scared.
Out of nowhere, the area I was standing in was surrounded by countless strange wolves. I'm sure they're not from the Blue River, and they're attacking us savagely.
"Hell Moon and Dark Ocean are attacking us; those bastards want to kill us!"
The sound of someone shouting signaled everyone to run away.
I shivered, my heart sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I trembled like a poor dog. My life has been protected since birth, making me forget the world's cruelty. War, I only heard about it through the pages or by someone's account. But now, I have seen the horrors of it with my own eyes.
A gray wolf glanced in my direction; it dove toward me. I saw its movements, but my legs soon became soft; it could not lift off the ground; I just stood there trembling, waiting for the horror.
Suddenly, someone pulled my hand hard, and hot blood splashed into my face, seeping holes in my skirt. The red color of blood stands out on the white background of the princess dress.
I looked up, trembling; my brother was standing before me. The wolf that tried to attack me just now had his neck cut off; it wasn't dead but lying on the ground in pain, so its blood was everywhere.
"There is not much time for me to explain everything to you. But listen well, Orabella, we're being attacked by another pack. Dad and I are fighting back; Mom has taken the kids to the bunker; you should go there with her!" My brother said seriously.
My hands trembled when I wanted to touch Edward. Tears streamed down my face; it made my eyes blur. Even so, I could still see the seriousness in my brother's eyes.
I didn't want to burden him, and I nodded.
My brother looked at me; he gasped and hugged me. "God bless you, my little sister."
No matter how bad life is, I still have to live. I can't abuse myself, and I can't let myself fall. I don't want to see Fayre gloating and happy. I had to find her, and I wanted her to experience the pain she caused Edward.Every day, I go to the hospital several times. At first, I wasn't allowed into the treatment room, but after a week, I was finally allowed to get close to my brother. Edward remains in a coma, but doctors say his condition is stable.I held Edward's hand and carefully wiped it.As usual, I will massage Edward's feet and talk to him to make time faster."Winter is coming; the air outside is frigid. But I still remember when you used to take me out to build a snowman; it was very beautiful, huge..." I suddenly stopped, feeling sad; all the beautiful memories for me seemed blocked by a door, and I didn't dare to step through.Suddenly, a man's hoarse voice rang out in the quiet room. "Orabella..."At first, I thought it was Vincent, but then I discovered it wasn't.I
Orabella:After what felt like a century, I slowly woke up from a long sleep. I opened my eyes then, but my limbs were stiff as if plaster had been poured on them; I couldn't move. Even so, tears still rolled down my cheeks.According to what I saw, I was brought home, and a familiar room met my eyes, and the natural floral scent I liked the most. Everything is so normal that I can imagine it clearly with my eyes closed. However, my heart is empty, and I have lost the most crucial thing in life."Edward…" I whispered, my mouth dry and my tears falling like rain again, my chest constricting as I remembered what he had endured.A bloody Edward appeared before my eyes, his face pale and groans of pain.I reached out, wanting to touch it, but the image immediately disappeared. I smiled bitterly, and it turned out it was just my imagination.Just as I wanted to sit up, the door opened again. A face so familiar that I hated it appeared in my sight. He was surprised to see me awake; in those
Unable to wait any longer, I rushed to the slave camp E. The soldiers bowed to their sides in greeting and seemed terrified at my sudden appearance. I passed them and went all the way down to the torture room. I could smell Orabella's blood from afar, and my steps became more urgent.My eyes were wide open; I couldn't believe what I saw was real. It made my heart ache like a thousand knives were stabbed.Without waiting for my order, the people behind me quickly opened the cell door.I rushed inside, hugging Orabella's limp body, who had passed out after being brutally tortured. My hand trembled, and I didn't dare hug her too tightly for fear of hurting her. My stomach tightened when I saw the wounds all over her body. The smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, causing pain in my chest. I lowered my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to overflow."Orabella, please wake up," I whispered, my voice was so weak.Blood ran down my arm as I carried Orabella to the hospit
Vincent:I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I sat on the sofa and ran my hands through my hair. This feeling of loneliness makes me highly uncomfortable. Even though she left here long ago, I can still smell Orabella's scent in the air. For some reason, I have a terrible feeling about something.Hesitating momentarily, I dialed Oreballa's phone number but never pressed the call button. Initially, I told her we needed time and space to be more comfortable. But now it's only been three hours, and I've broken my promise again; how bad am I in her eyes?I sighed and put the phone down. I couldn't sleep again that night. I couldn't stand it anymore in the morning, so I went home. I don't care what Orabella thinks of me, but until I see her safe, I probably won't be able to focus on anything for the next week.Thinking about it, I drove like flying home.As soon as I parked the car in the yard, I saw Fayre's shocked face. What made me unhappy was why she was still here.More tha
Slap!A shrill screech tore through the cold wind, my red hand slowly descending along with Fayre's swollen half-face.Everyone present was amazed by my somewhat crazy actions. Their face was written the question: Who is that girl that dares to slap Vincent's sister?Fayre's eyes widened in shock, clutching her left cheek, hissing through her teeth. "You dare slap me?""Not only slap, I can kill you if you dare touch my brother again," I replied loudly without fear.Our eyes met for a few seconds, and Fayre's eyes were filled with utter fury. I smacked her once before without restraint, and Fayre said she would kill me if it happened again. And this time, her words came true.Fayre's eyes reddened, and she roared in command. "Catch her back, bring her to the torture area for me. It would be nice if she could see her brother again in the moment before she died; that's also the last kindness I have for her."My hands were tied, I struggled with all my strength but could not escape the f
The night wind blew colder and colder, and I pulled my oversized jacket over my body, this shirt Vincent gave me with a thing. I reached out my hand to touch my pocket; the palm of my hand conveyed a cold feeling like a cold burn. A gun with real bullets inside makes it easy to finish anyone.When Vincent gave it to me, I was surprised and asked him. "Aren't you afraid I'll use it to pierce your heart?"Vincent casually smirked. "If you can afford it, I won't stop you. But before you do anything, you must consider the consequences, the benefits, and the harms."I gripped the gun in my hand, then turned towards him, my index finger trembling, but eventually had to put it down. Vincent's lips smiled calmly as if my actions were all part of his calculations.I sighed, frustrated at my weakness. I walked along the asphalt road, listening to the wind rustling on the trees and finding a sense of peace I had long lost. A few good memories rushed into my mind when the incident had not happene
I was violently thrown down in front of Vincent's door; in pain, I heard a knock on the door, and then the group of men quickly disappeared. In the long, gloomy corridor, I was left alone for a moment.Due to the gag, I couldn't speak or scream; I could only use all my strength to untie the ropes and get out of there before Vincent opened the door.But in the end, still not in time, the door opened, and Vincent's cold face appeared in the darkness. His eyes darted over mine, including a few glints of unspeakable astonishment. There was only an awkward and suffocating atmosphere between us.After a minute, Vincent stooped to help me up. He helped me untie and remove the towel from my mouth, coldly throwing it in the trash. My wrists and legs were red but red due to being tightened by the rope; I frowned and rubbed it a little to relieve the pain. Just as I wanted to leave, Vincent's bloody arm caught my eye; he let his hand drop to his thigh, blood still dripping from the wound, drippi
But at the same time, I can't forget the reason why my family fell into the situation today, and I can't forget the feeling of falling from heaven to hell; I can't forget where my unhappiness comes from, much less forget what made me change into a completely different person.I remember I used to like to laugh. I remember I used to have a lot of dreams and ambitions; I remember I dreamed of a perfect life partner. I remember my former self.I looked at Vincent's pupils, where my current self was reflected. A person so strange that I didn't recognize, a person that disgusted me.Vincent pinned my shoulder blades to the point of pain, uncontrollably shaking.After a few moments, Vincent slowly let go of me; he reached out to squeeze my chin, his voice hoarse with a hint of cruelty. "No matter how much you hate me, you must be by my side even if you don't want to. You say I'm a demon; you're right. So don't try to escape; the more uncomfortable you are, the more I want to torment you, to
Seeing her like that should have made me very happy, but why do I feel uncomfortable in my chest?I suddenly remembered Edward; before, every time I did something wrong, afraid of being discovered by my parents, I would hug his arm tightly to coax him; if not, I would cry bitterly. I know Edward is most afraid of seeing my tears, knowing his weakness, so I always use that method to force him to lie for me. Although Edward often found out I was faking, he still indulged me unconditionally. Because of Edward, I have never been afraid of anything because I understand well that no matter what terrible things I do, there is someone behind me ready to support me.Remembering some old things makes me unable to help but feel bitter when I remember the present. Edward's cold, emotionless face popped into my head, tightening my chest. I looked up at Vincent; Edward and Vincent's faces interlocked. They are utterly different in every way, but they have one thing in common: that is hugely loving
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