Chapter 5

His intense gaze was fixed on me, making me feel like I was the crazy one for not remembering him after our little argument in my room.

"You're soon to be king," he said, flicking my head playfully.

"Argh!" I groaned, rubbing my head to soothe the pain.

“What are you doing?" he asked, curious about my actions.

I shrugged, trying to look for my father and uncle, but they had disappeared. Great, they left!

The prince continued to stare at me oddly. "What?" I frowned, feeling a bit defensive.

"Why were you eavesdropping?" he questioned.

"None of your business," I retorted.

"Don't forget what I said before, turn down this engagement or else," he threatened, before walking away.

"Or else what, you..." I trailed off, relieved that he didn't respond. I didn't have the strength to confront him.

Now, what should I do?

‘That jerk wants me to call off the engagement for some mysterious reason, which I can't comprehend. Many people would kill to get engaged to me, so what's his deal? I can't imagine it's because I'm not attractive. Nah, I'm way out of his league.

On the other hand, my father has one more chance to redeem himself, or both of us will be in trouble if the engagement doesn't go well for some unknown reason.

What a mess. I should stop overthinking and just focus on doing what's best for me.’ I shook my thoughts off. With that out of my mind, I walked into the living room to see all eyes on me.

"So, what do you say, my child?" the queen asked, the only one who seemed to care about my opinion.

I glanced at my father, his eyes pleading for me not to disappoint him once again. On my left, that jerk gave me a deadly glare.

I took a deep breath. "I accept this engagement," I declared, and the room filled with cheers and howls from the guards.

What’s wrong with this pack of animals? I couldn’t help but cringe at their behavior.

"Congratulations!" The prince's mother embraced me, and everyone congratulated each other. I noticed the fake smile on the prince's face as he exchanged pleasantries, but I didn't care.

I wasn't going to let my father or my reputation be dragged through the mud again. Besides, being a queen isn't so bad; in fact, it's what I've always wanted. I've always known I was meant to be a queen.

As the congratulations and celebrations continued, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Becoming a queen was a significant responsibility, and I knew there would be challenges ahead. However, I was determined to rise to the occasion and prove myself worthy of this position.

Amidst the jubilation, the prince's voice cut through the noise. "I hope you understand the gravity of your decision," he said, his eyes locked onto mine.

I met his gaze firmly.

"I do. I'm fully aware of the responsibilities that come with this engagement," I replied, trying to keep my tone composed.

The queen smiled warmly at me. "I believe you will make an excellent queen, my dear. Your maturity and poise are impressive for someone your age," she praised, causing a blush to creep up on my cheeks.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," I said with a nod of gratitude.

"No, she isn't," I heard that jerk say, causing the room to fall silent as everyone turned their gaze toward him.

"What do you mean by that, son?" his mother gently asked, and I couldn't help but wonder why she always treated him with such gentleness. If I were a queen, I'd have ordered him to be seized and dealt with severely for his audacity.

"Don't make a scene," his uncle muttered to him with a frown, but the jerk seemed unfazed. "What I'm just saying," he uttered.

"What makes you think that way, my prince?" My father calmly questioned him, I couldn't help but feel offended by everyone's calm demeanor toward him. Shouldn't they demand his head on a platter or something? He's lucky he's a prince, while I'm just a common, rankless wolf.

"I mean, a girl who hasn't wolfed out yet and doesn't even know her wolf can't become a great queen," the jerk revealed, and a gasp filled the room.

‘Wait, what's wrong? Why are they all shocked? I questioned inwardly. "What do you mean by that, son?" his mother asked, glancing at me briefly before turning back to her son.

"Mom, she hasn't wolfed out yet," he complained more like he was ranting to his mother.

‘What's the big deal about me not being able to wolf out yet? I'm the one they enthroned, not my wolf. So why are they treating me like some outcast? Well, I wouldn't even mind being an outcast because I'm not proud to be one of them. Just look at how those wolves were misbehaving a while ago’. I frowned at my own thoughts.

"Why didn't you inform us about this?!" His mother yelled at my dad. Oh, so now she knows how to yell.

"The present ruler of the pack was informed, your highness," my father said while bowing his head, which embarrassed me. He has to stop acting like a slave.

"Really, you were informed?" The queen turned to face the present ruler of the pack, who happened to be the uncle. He had a frown on his face. No wonder he wasn't happy when they discussed crowning the prince king.

"Well, I was, and I have already made arrangements for that," The uncle informed her, which made her eye grow raised up.

"What do you mean?" The queen questioned, as if she could read my mind.

"I will have her transferred to the most prestigious school ever, where they help young werewolves in their transformation," the uncle stated.

"Do you mean...?"

"Yes," his uncle interrupted the queen. "She will be transferred to the same school our dear prince attends," and his words shocked me. I don't want to transfer schools.

"Uncle," he was about to protest but was silenced by his uncle. I've heard about a famous, prestigious school for high-ranked werewolves where the weak are bullied, and outrageous things happen. What was the name again?

"From now on, she will attend Elite High School."

As he approached me, his steps were deliberate, and he enveloped me in a tight, unexpected hug. The warmth of his embrace surprised me, and as I glanced around, I noticed everyone else wearing smiles that seemed to hold some secret knowledge I wasn't yet privy to. I instinctively wanted to push him away, but his words caught me off guard and left me utterly confused.

"I can't wait for you to come to my school," he said, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and something I couldn't quite place. I thought he doesn’t like my guts, so what could be his reason behind his new attitude towards me.