“My heart goes out to the Carter family. They are the ones feeling the heat of her disgraceful acts.”
Panic surged in my chest. No, no, not now. I reached for my perfume bottle in my clutch, desperate to mask the scent that drove men wild. But before I could move, a cruel hand ripped my veil from my head.
Gasps of shock rang out.
Cold air rushed against my scarred cheek-a jagged, ugly scar that marred my once beautiful face-was on full display.
I barely had time to react before someone sneered, loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear.
“Horny whore!”
Laughter erupted like a wildfire, sharp and suffocating. The sound stabbed through me, each chuckle cutting deeper than the last.
“How dare you try to seduce men with a face like that?” Cora, the daughter to Alpha Aiden of the Nightshade clan, my worst nightmare when we were still in college, questioned with venom dripping in her tone as she came to stand in front of me.
She was the one who took off my veil, and now she looked mad because my ugly scar got me the attention of men she could never have.
I felt bare, disoriented and vulnerable without my veil. My breath hitched as mild panic attacks set in, but Cora wouldn’t let me go. Not so easily.
She had to make sure I drowned in humiliation-more than I had ever known since the night the Lunar Curse marked me.
Cora jabbed a finger through my left chest and, when I didn’t answer her question, instead turned to walk away after I had found the courage.
Just as I bent down to pick up my veil, she pushed me from behind forcefully. And the next second, I saw myself staggering before sliding to the tiled floor without reservation.
A gasp of pain escaped my lips as my hip bone struck against the hard floor.
Then, the mockery, finger-pointing, and disdain from the crowd that had gathered around me fired off like a rocket without warning.
Tears burned at the edges of my vision, but I refused to let them fall. Not for them. Not for this pack that had already abandoned me. One day, they will regret this.
Then, out from the corner of my eyes, I saw my father clench his fists by his sides from across the room. He watched me get humiliated in front of a hundred pairs of eyes.
And to my surprise, he started taking quick steps towards me. He was coming to my rescue, not because he had any atom of love left for me, but because he was the current Beta of our Moonstone Pack, and I was his daughter.
Being disgraced and scorned out in the open by others was like a slap to his face and a threat to his position.
But suddenly, my brother Gary appeared from nowhere and quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
My father’s brows furrowed as his gaze shifted to Gary, silently demanding an explanation, but all he could do was shake his head and mouth, ‘Don’t go, father.’
He was telling our father to overlook me, his baby sister, who was being bullied by others in the middle of the Lunar ball.
The pain in my heart sky-rocketed as tears blurred my vision, but I persisted, holding it back with the last shred of dignity I was left with.
I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear. But my body wouldn’t move.
In the midst of my shame, pain and raging pheromones, my breathing seized momentarily as the world blurred around me.
And then suddenly, a new scent filled the air. Not just any scent, but one with power, strength and command.
The kind of scent that made wolves stop breathing. That made Alphas lower their heads in instinctive submission.
The entire ballroom fell silent. And a deep, cold voice sliced through the air. “What the hell is going on here?”
My heart stilled. Cora’s smirk fell. The crowd parted instantly, and then I saw him.
Draven Oatrun.
The Alpha of the Mystic Furs. The future King of Werewolves. And the most dangerous man in this room.
His broad frame was dressed in a dark, perfectly tailored suit, his golden eyes scanning the scene with icy detachment. Then those golden eyes landed on me.
Everything stopped. Including time.
My pheromones-the ones I had never been able to control suddenly vanished. Like someone had put out a fire. Like they had submitted.
Just then, Alpha Draven started making his way towards me, and my breathing faltered.
I forgot to breathe.
Draven.
The Lunar Ball was a place for weak men to fight over their mates.
I had no interest in this event. No patience for the petty politics of desperate Alphas trying to shove their daughters into my arms.
But the moment I stepped into the ballroom with my beta and a few other important people, something changed. My wolf snarled violently inside me, forcing me to stop mid-step.
A scent hit me like a drug.
Something wild. Something untamed. Something… Wrong.
The entire room had frozen, every eye locked on the girl at the centre of the spectacle.
She sat there on the floor, her silver-white hair spilling like strands of moonlight, her slender frame stiff with barely contained rage.
Even from across the ballroom, I could see the way her violet eyes burned with unshed tears. And then I saw the scar. A jagged, brutal wound slashed down her left cheek-a wound that should have healed if she were a proper wolf.
My wolf rumbled, unsettled. Then, the whispers reached me.
“Beta Marc rejected her. Right in front of everyone.”
“She’s cursed. She doesn’t have a wolf.”
“Then she had the guts to release her wild pheromones. Pathetic!”
My gaze returned to the girl-Meredith Carter. And then I realized something else. Her pheromones, which had been spilling wildly just moments ago-suddenly vanished like someone had flipped a switch.
That shouldn’t be possible.
I took another step forward, locking eyes with her. Her breath hitched, and for a split second, something ancient and dangerous clawed at my chest.
Recognition. Possession. Mine.
I ignored it. I ignored the way her scent curled in my lungs, the way my entire body tensed as if preparing for war.
I completely ignored the woman in front of her and focused on the fool standing to her right.
Marc Harris; the future Beta of Moonstone Pack. A man I had no respect for.
He stood there, smirking, his posture relaxed as if he hadn’t just humiliated his fated mate in front of a room full of wolves.
I could end him in seconds. I considered it.
Instead, I let my power roll off me in waves as I took steps forward. “What the hell is going on there?”
The laughter immediately died. Wolves lowered their heads, instinctively bowing. And Marc, to his credit, stiffened but didn’t kneel.
Brave. But stupid.
I stopped just a few feet away.
Meredith, the cursed girl, stared at me, her hands curled into fists, bracing herself for another attack as she finally got on her feet, wincing in pain. She didn’t lower her gaze.
Interesting.
“Marc Harris.” My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “Do you reject her?”
Marc smirked. “I already did, Alpha.”
My wolf snarled.
Wrong answer.
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