Werewolf Party- Heiress’s Revenge

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Her lips are moving — her eyes are locked on something! She's trying to summon her wolf to attack us!"

The instant I connected with my father, Rain's best friend screamed.

They grabbed me like a rag doll, pinning me down to stop any supposed attack.

My Beta fiancé, Liam, walked over, his expression cold and disappointed.

But I couldn't focus on any of it. The wolfsbane burned so badly my vision was going black. I clutched my chest and sank to my knees in front of him.

"I wasn't doing anything! Liam, I was exposed to wolfsbane when I was little — it's coming back. Please, take me to the healers!"

Liam finally noticed my pain. He reached down to pick me up, but Rain pulled him away.

"Liam, your fiancée is so inconsiderate. Everyone in the pack came to celebrate me becoming a healer, and she's trying to ruin it out of jealousy."

Rain pouted, her voice trembling with false hurt. "I know Vera has never liked me. I only invited her because I wanted to fix things between us. I never expected her to be this ungrateful. I should've just invited you."

Her words turned the crowd against me. The sneers and accusations came from every direction.

"Vera, you're a real piece of work. Maybe next time, keep the drama on the stage where it belongs."

"You're only targeting Rain because she's kind — framing her for poisoning you!"

Breathing got harder.

I could hear my own ragged gasps. It felt like something was crushing my chest, squeezing out the last pocket of air.

I knew the pack had never accepted me. To them, I was an outsider — unworthy of being the fiancée of their strongest Beta.

Rain was the one they wanted for him.

When Liam insisted I was his fated mate, their resentment peaked.

Rain used the opportunity to wedge herself between us.

I'd told him so many times, but he never took it seriously.

"Rain's like a sister to me. Don't overthink it."

When Liam and I were on a date, Rain would show up uninvited, inserting herself into our daily lives, and openly criticizing how we lived.

Whenever I showed the slightest frustration, Rain would mock me for being petty and jealous. And Liam grew more impatient with me because of it.

The pain dragged me back to the present.

Rain stared at my agonized face, one eyebrow raised, triumph written all over her face.

"I see what's happening, Vera. You're used to being the center of attention on stage. Today the spotlight is on me, and you can't stand it — so you fake a wolfsbane attack for sympathy."

The werewolves at the party scoffed. They laughed at my suffering. Someone even pulled out a phone to record me.

Liam's cold expression hardened further.

"Vera, I know you don't like Rain. I've already kept my distance from her to spare your feelings. Her celebration is one day. Can't you just endure a few hours? For me?"

The pain in my chest became unbearable.

I couldn't even answer him. I bit through my lip, using the sting and the taste of blood to stay conscious.

I started crawling toward the cave entrance.

Maybe someone outside would help me.

Rain's cruel laughter echoed behind me.

"What's wrong? Got caught in your little act, and now that Liam's done protecting you, you're running?"

The cave erupted with laughter.

Liam's expression darkened further.

Just as I reached the entrance, Rain grabbed my hair and yanked me back.

My weakened body slammed into the soup cauldron. It toppled over, drenching me in the thick, scalding liquid.

Rain pinched her nose in disgust, savoring the moment.

"Vera, you always have to play the victim. Look at you — pathetic and pitiful. You're an embarrassment to our Beta!"

Liam glared at me. "Vera, enough! Stop with the act and get up!"

Then he froze.

My face was deathly pale. The soup and sweat soaked through my clothes. The scalding liquid had raised blisters across my skin.

And I was too weak to make a sound.

"How is she this weak? A little hot soup shouldn't be able to burn a werewolf... unless she really was poisoned?"

Liam stared at me, frozen in shock.