HAERA. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me because I didn't have the heart to stop. As I ran, my tears poured down in torrents down my face and I kept bringing my hand over my face to wipe them off. The tears blinded me, so much that I kept tripping on things as I ran and barely saved myself from falling from each trip on something. I had just one place in mind. The only place that has been my solace ever since I was old enough to serve as a maid in the pack. I've always looked cooking and so the kitchen was like a second home to me asides the cramped up room that sleep and wake up in everyday. Balfour would tease me and say my mother probably gave birth to me while she was cooking in the kitchen. Each time Gennora had her eyes on me because of something I did or mostly because the very day was my birthday, I would run to the kitchen and help Balfour with things around the kitchen. I was assigned to the kitchen at age thirteen on his demands. He told the head maid as the Alpha of

ZACHARYI heard the commotion outside of my tower before my door swung open and almost broke out of its hinges. I didn't have to look to know who it was and so I didn't let her distract me from reading the map of the woodlands that was spread over my table. I didn't even have to hear the intruder speak before I knew what they were there for. After all, I expected the reaction when I made the decree this morning that the Previous Luna of the pack was to be sent out of the Palace to one of the many houses owned by the Alpha family. I knew Luna Hegna wouldn't take it well and anticipated this kind of reaction to the decisions I made as the new Alpha of the Imperial pack. "You insolent brat! How dare you?" Luna Hegna seethed at me from where she stood by the opened door in my room. My Beta ran in after her breathlessly and I could feel his helplessness at the situation. It took about fifteen minutes to keep her from coming into my room but she still got in anyway. "Please...you really hav

HAERAWhy? That was the first question that popped into my head once the realization hit me. It seemed far-fetched and impossible as much as it sounded like the only reasonable thing that could have happened. Why would the princess steal my sash? How would she have known about the fact that I found my mate, enough for her to even steal my sash? She wasn't even at the Imperial Pack until late at night and I don't think that gives anyone enough time to sneak into a cramped up room occupied by a dozen of maids. For all I care, princess Ilvira doesn't even know me. She knows absolutely nothing about me as much as I knew nothing about her other than the few gossips that fly around and likens her to Gennora. I've never even really crossed paths with her. When I do, my head is already bowed before she even comes close to me and she never really paid attention to me and just went on her way. I could suspect hundreds of people for stealing my sash and she wouldn't even make it into the list. P

HAERAI've had those words lashed at me more than a few times. They weren't new anymore and I think that has already been established even on my eighteenth birthday. I've been told I was nothing compared to the princess. Well, I see that now and I didn't need anymore confirmation that I was nothing as long as she remains the Alpha Princess in this pack. Having her say it to me in a not to subtle manner made me agree with Dezra on something for the first time ever. I didn't like her. I never felt like I would even before meeting her and I should have hated her right from when I was her stand in front of me to go sit beside the Alpha, who was my mate. I should have hated her right from when he even announced her. I should have hated her because sharing the same birthday with her has plagued my life so much. I should have hated her because I suffered so much because of her. But I didn't. I never hated her. I never blamed her for it, thinking she doesn't even know who I was and that she w

HAERAI recoiled backwards because of the pain but I didn't get to go far because an arm shot lot and grabbed me, wrapping tightly around my ankles the point at which it hurt and I knew it would leave a mark for a day or two. It was Princess Ilvira's hand that was holding me back from running off. I looked back to her, where she was still standing with my mate in front of her and you wouldn't even know she was holding me tightly by her side. She was still smiling sweetly at him as they shared a kind of look. It was as if electricity was sizzling between them and I could get electrocuted if I got in-between them. The look they shared sickened me to my guts, it was torture and I wanted to run away from the room but for some reason Princess Ilvira made me stay and feel the torture. The pain in my head only subsided briefly. It affected Dezra because I could feel her energy drain and I could feel her go weak. My wolf was a strong one who is almost immune to pain. For a wolf like mine who