"Wake up, sleepy head." By the sound of the voice, my eyes fluttered open. Standing before me was Isabella. I glanced at the wall clock, only to discover that it was 10:50 PM. I wondered why Isabella had come to me by this time of the day. "My princess?" I called, watching her approach me. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me out into the cold and lonely night while I tried to struggle out of her grip but then, I didn't succeed. What wrong have I done this time? Soon, we got to a clearing where I saw other werewolves of my age gathered in a circle. She pushed me to the floor and I fell in their midst and I could hear them mock-laughing at me. "Happy birthday, weak," they all laughed and cheered in a mocking way as I looked at my arm and realised I had gotten a scratch from the fall. I tried to leave their midst, but then, they kept pulling me back. At this point, I knew I could not escape from their torture. The Alpha King and his Queen, who were supposed to be my saviour, had left for a ceremony two days ago and would be returning at dawn. I crawled, looking for an escape as they continued to taunt me. The frustration and helplessness I felt were devastating. It was clear that I was the weakest among them.
Lyssa
Rumours had it that many years ago, my family and pack were killed in a fight when I was still a baby. But then, the silver heart pack, where I call home today, carried and took care of me. Their Alpha King and Queen treated me so nicely as their own but though their only child, princess Isabella always felt threatened by my presence. She's always jealous that her parents treated me so well than herself and she fears that I might win her parents' trust. She also fears that she would be seen as the bad child while I am the good one. Isabella and I are of the same age but she's a month older.
Early this morning, I had just woken up, trying to rub the sleep off my eyes when suddenly, there was a knock on my door.
The door swung open, and a group of palace servants entered, bearing a beautifully decorated cake, singing "Happy Birthday Song" as they approached me.
The sight filled my heart with overwhelming joy, and tears of happiness trickled down my cheeks.
I took hold of the knife placed atop the cake.
With the servants eagerly surrounding me with smiling faces, I cut into the cake. Each of them took their portion. It's my birthday, December 23rd. I'm finally 21 years old.
As the day progressed, later at night, while I was sleeping, I heard a voice.
"Wake up, sleepy head." By the sound of the voice, my eyes fluttered open. Standing before me was Isabella.
I glanced at the wall clock, only to discover that it was 10:50 PM.
I wondered why Isabella had come to me by this time of the day.
"My princess?" I called, watching her approach me. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me out into the cold and lonely night while I tried to struggle out of her grip but then, I didn't succeed. What wrong have I done this time?
Soon, we got to a clearing where I saw other werewolves of my age gathered in a circle. She pushed me to the floor and I fell in their midst and I could hear them mock-laughing at me.
"Happy birthday, weak," they all laughed and cheered in a mocking way as I looked at my arm and realised I had gotten a scratch from the fall.
I tried to leave their midst, but then, they kept pulling me back. At this point, I knew I could not escape from their torture. The Alpha King and his Queen, who were supposed to be my saviour, had left for a ceremony two days ago and would be returning at dawn.
I crawled, looking for an escape as they continued to taunt me. The frustration and helplessness I felt were devastating.
It was clear that I was the weakest among them.
"Look at her!" one wolf sneered. " She's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a wolf! How can she possibly think she belongs with us?"
Laughter erupted from the pack. Each mocking word they uttered cut through my heart.
"Hey, weakling!" Another wolf jeered, his voice dripping with cruelty. "You should've stayed hidden forever or maybe you should have joined your dead parents. Maybe then we wouldn't be subjected to the misery of your presence."
I knew they were right , I was weak, feeble, and undeserving of their respect. Maybe I should have indeed joined my dead parents.
"Lyssa the wolfless and mateless..." said Isabella as she they all laughed at her words and turned it into a chorus.
"Lyssa the wolfless and mateless..." They all chorused it over and over again.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out their words, but it was no use. Their hateful voices seemed to echo through the entire clearing. Why couldn't I be like them? Why was I the only one still without a wolf? As if on cue, they began to howl, pointing at me and laughing because they knew I couldn't howl like them.
My heart ached with the desire to shift, to prove them wrong.
My eyes landed on the full moon, shining brightly in the night sky, and a pang of envy coursed through me as tears filled my eyes. The others would transform tonight while I remained trapped in this weak human form. I longed to join them, to feel the power and freedom that came with shifting.
I tried to block out their jeers but their mocking howling voices grew louder.
Just then, I watched as they all transformed into their wolf, their human bone snapping as they groaned in pain while their wolf body came into view and I was still in my human form. I watched them as they ventured into the bush. Tears ran down my eyes, I stood up, running far away and not knowing my destination and while I ran, tears never ceased to pour out my eyes. Thereafter, I caught sight of a gathering. I didn't know what they were celebrating but I wiped my eyes and approached, then joined them. It's my birthday after all, I needed to make myself happy. I took a drink over and over again as I drank but then, I started to feel tipsy as I danced to the beating drums and enjoying my own company when suddenly, a man approached me.
"Hello." He called out loud, the sound of the environment made us struggle to hear each other clearly.
He asked my name and I told him. He is so cute and handsome. His words slurred with alcohol. We both danced to the beating drums. That was the last scene I remembered. The next day, I woke up and found myself lying naked inside the bush beside a big tree. I looked at my naked body and realised that I was already bleeding. "Good morning." A voice said as I turned to the voice. There he was, the stranger I met last night, he was also naked, smiling sexily at me. Oh, moon goddess, what have I done?
"You look sweet and no one would want to resist you." he said as I swiftly got up, wore my dress, ignored whatever else he had to say as I ran back home. I never would have thought that my future mate would meet me as a non virgin. It broke my heart.
Ever since I got into this pack, I was always treated like the slave I am despite being adopted by Luna when I was little. I had no memories of my full life and all I could remember was 10 years ago when I stumbled upon this very pack house, looking pale and hungry as I entered into one of the rooms which happened to be the Luna's chamber. I raided it in search of food to eat and even I finally saw food that was perhaps kept for the Luna to eat, I began to eat the cooked rice with my dirty hands. Yes, I looked very dirty and smelling. It was stealing, though, because I was in a strange place, taking what wasn't mine and ever since then, they took me in but I realised the alpha and his luna were not merciful to the core. I could remember the day Chloe had a bad day at school, the moment she came back, she vented it on me. Splashing water to the floor and accusing me of doing so, saying to her parents I intentionally wanted her to fall and injure herself. This wasn't the first time she tried to do things to get me punished. It was so obvious she devives joy seeing me in pain.
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"