On the day of the betrothal banquet, Elisa, burst in disheveled and covered in wounds. With a loud "thud", she dropped to her knees and wailed with tears streaming down her face,

"Elder sister, you had someone sever my tendons in my hands and feet. I'm ruined for life, and I can never compete with you again. Please, don't send me to prison. Don't separate me from our brothers and Alpha Jacob. I'm begging you!"

The eldest brother's face instantly darkened, as if a storm was brewing.

In a flash, he lunged forward.

He hoisted my entire body off the ground, and my feet flailed wildly in mid - air.

I desperately tried to pry his hands away with my own, but it was in vain.

The second brother was even more enraged.

He immediately flipped the table, sending plates, bowls crashing to the ground with a chaotic clatter.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a dinner knife, his eyes ablaze with ferocity.

In a few quick strides, he rushed towards me and plunged the knife deep into my thigh. Instantly, blood spurted out, and the excruciating pain tore a heart - rending scream from my throat.

My fiancé, Alpha Jacob, his eyes as cold as ice, didn't hesitate for a moment.

He immediately announced the cancellation of our betrothal.

Ignoring my struggles, he dragged my blood - soaked and wounded body to the car like a sack of garbage.

The car sped away, and he heartlessly delivered me to that pitch - black and hopeless prison.

The moment I arrived at the prison, several guards surrounded me.

In their hands were sharp needles, which they jabbed into my body without a word of explanation.

Each needle pierced deep, and soon, my body was covered in a dense array of blood spots.

The excruciating pain was unbearable, causing me to roll on the cold, filthy ground, howling in agony.

After three long years, I, wrapped in a tattered and filthy cotton - padded jacket, was sent to Alpha Jacob's mansion.

Alpha Jacob and my eldest brother, Jones, stood in the spacious study.

Jones's eyes widened in anger, and the disgust on his face was palpable.

He roared at me, his voice echoing through the study,

"Selina, what on earth is wrong with your thick skull? It's the middle of summer, and you're wrapped in this heavy knitted cloak. Are you trying to stage some ridiculous farce to get attention? And what about the top - of - the - line restoration potion I sent you with a special messenger? That cost a fortune! Did you pour it down the drain like it was foot - washing water? Look at your face! Instead of getting better, it's become even more terrifying. You're like a walking horror mask! If you scare Elisa out of her wits later, your life won't be enough to make up for it! "

My head spun wildly

I lifted my head slowly.

The name "Selina" had been buried in the depths of my memory for three long years. Now, when it came out of Jones's mouth, it felt as if it was from a distant, forgotten world.

The instant Alpha Jacob's eyes landed on my face, a fierce blaze of anger ignited within them.

With a swift "whoosh", he whipped out a sharp folding knife from his pocket.

His fingers twitched nervously, rapidly opening and closing the blade.

Each time the blade flashed, its cold glint was like a deadly arrow piercing straight into my heart.

The appearance of that knife...

It was exactly like the scalpel that had once sliced through my flesh without mercy.

Beads of cold sweat broke out all over my back, and the excruciating pain of that scalpel cutting through my skin and reaching my very marrow surged back like a violent tide, overwhelming me completely.

The next second, I dropped to my knees with a loud "thud".

My forehead hit the hard floor, producing dull "thumps".

Soon, thin streaks of blood oozed from my forehead.

I wailed, tears streaming down my face, and cried out in a sobbing voice,

"I was wrong! Please, please don't cut me with that scalpel again. I'll do whatever you ask. Please, spare me this time... I'm at your mercy now."

The moment I stepped into that pitch - black, godforsaken prison, nightmares latched onto me like relentless shadows.

A group of ferocious prison guards, their eyes ablaze with sadistic glee, roughly pinned me down onto the cold, hard bed.

"Do you know what you've done wrong?"

For every question, they would slice a new wound into my flesh with a scalpel, all without the mercy of anesthesia.

The searing pain was so intense that it felt as if they were tearing me apart limb from limb.

While they cut, they hurled insults at me. "You're nothing but a worthless, unwanted mongrel! Alpha Jacob and Sarina are a match made in heaven!"​

At first, I fought back.

I thrashed and struggled.

But for each act of resistance, they would brutally remove a part of my body.

They took chunks of my flesh, severed tendons, and even broke bones, leaving me a broken and bleeding mess.

For an entire three - year period, this unrelenting torture never ceased.

Every few days, they would Nilldish their scalpels and run amok on my body, taking whatever parts they pleased.

My once - strong and healthy werewolf body was now a mass of gaping wounds, scars, and missing pieces.

Over time, in a desperate bid to endure less pain, I learned to submit completely.

No matter what they said, I could only nod tearfully.

Suddenly, a small, sharp knife was tossed in front of me.

Alpha Jacob stood there, his brows furrowed in what seemed like a mix of confusion and irritation.

"Selina, what on earth are you babbling about?"

I jerked away from his outstretched hand, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.

"I was wrong! Sarina is the true daughter of Beta Steven. Alpha Jacob and Sarina are a perfect match. I was wrong! Sarina is the true daughter of Beta Steven. Alpha Jacob and Sarina are a perfect match..."

I babbled on, repeating the words like a broken record.

Alpha Jacob froze for a few seconds, then with a look of profound disgust, he shoved me away forcefully.

"Finally, after all these years, you've learned your lesson. If it weren't for Sarina, you'd still be rotting in that prison cell."

"You've only spent three years in prison. Elisa had her hands and feet mutilated by electricity. It took her ages to recover. Compared to the physical and mental trauma she endured, you've got off extremely lightly. And you still have the nerve to act like this here?!"

Jones pointed towards the muddy puddle in the courtyard.

At that moment, several pigs, covered from head to toe in mud, were rolling around contentedly, splashing up muck that emitted a foul stench.

"Selina, you love to act, don't you? Go and roll around with those pigs. Sleep in that mud pit for the night. It'll be a perfect'mud bath' for your filthy self and save you from embarrassing us further!"

Without a moment's hesitation, I dragged my battered and scarred body, staggering and limping, and charged towards the mud pit.

I leaped in without the slightest reservation.

Once, I was locked in a cell with over a dozen violent inmates for three long months. They treated me as their personal toy for releasing their pent - up aggression.

At first, I fought back with all my werewolf might.

I snarled, scratched, and bit, but all my resistance was in vain.

I ended up with a bleeding head, and my body was covered in burns from cigarette butts, with not a single patch of unblemished skin left.

I lay on the cold, hard ground, starved and parched, on the verge of death. The guards, with their sickening smiles, informed me that all this was at the behest of my brothers and Alpha Jacob.

After three years of such relentless torment, I had long since lost any sense of dignity. What did rolling around in a mud pit with pigs matter now? Eventually, covered from head to toe in thick, stinking mud, I huddled in the corner of the pit, a pathetic and broken figure.

Jones emerged from the shadows at some point, a mocking sneer plastered across his face.

"Sleep! You claim you like being with these beasts, don't you? If you don't sleep, it means you're faking it. And if that's the case, I'll send you straight back to that hellhole of a prison where you belong!"

At his words, my body trembled violently with fear.

No, I couldn't go back to that place of endless pain and horror.

The very thought of it sent shivers down my spine, and I curled up even tighter in the mud, praying for this nightmare to end.

After subjecting me to that cruel ordeal, Alpha Jacob ordered the servants to bathe me. Once the bath was over, the servants dressed me in a set of clean clothes.

However, no matter how much they scrubbed and cleaned, the lingering stench of the prison, a scent that seemed to have seeped into my very pores, still faintly clung to me.

Just as I descended the stairs, I witnessed Jones gently presenting a exquisitely crafted antique music box to Sarina.

The box was adorned with intricate, delicate carvings.

His face was suffused with tender affection, and his voice was so soft that it seemed to melt in the air.

"This music box hails from the European royal family of the 18th century. Each time it turns, it plays a dreamy melody exclusively for you."

My hands clenched tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms.

That was meant to be my birthday gift from my mother.

My mother, a gentle and kind - hearted werewolf, had always been my source of warmth and love. When I was first sent to that wretched prison, I overheard the guards mention that my mother was on her deathbed.

I begged and pleaded with them to let me see her one last time.

But they just sneered and said, "Elisa is the true daughter of Beta Steven. You'd better stay put here!"

And so, I was denied the chance to bid farewell to my mother.

Now, here I was, after three long, torturous years.

Sarina clung to my eldest brother and cooed,

"Big brother, you've spoiled me rotten. Now that sister is back, don't you think you should prepare a gift for her? Even a bottle of perfume would do. After all, she's been in prison for so long. She probably stinks to high heaven."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers turned their gazes towards me, their eyes filled with a mixture of shock and revulsion.

"Goodness! Is this woman really Selina? She reeks! It's so disgusting. I think I'm going to throw up what I just ate," one of them exclaimed.

Another guest, pinching their nose with a look of extreme distaste, shouted, "As soon as she shows up, that stench is enough to knock someone out! Who knows what kind of hell she went through in prison to be this filthy. Get her out of here quickly before she contaminates the whole place and ruins my expensive perfume's fragrance!"

Jones, with a stern and forbidding expression, strode purposefully towards me.

He let out a cold, contemptuous snort and snarled,

"Look at the sorry state you're in now! You reek to high heaven. Even the most expensive perfume in the world couldn't mask this revolting stench on you. You're nothing but a wretched, good - for - nothing bug. Having a sister like you is the worst curse I've ever endured. You're the greatest shame of my entire life! In our werewolf pack, where honor and reputation are held in the highest regard, you've brought nothing but disgrace upon us."

I had heard such accusations and curses countless times before, but now, I no longer had the strength to defend myself.

There was a time when I was like a helpless, lost cub, crying out with all my might for my big brother to save me, for Alpha Jacob to come to my rescue.

I would howl in despair, my werewolf voice echoing through the cold, damp prison corridors.

The guards, with their sadistic grins, would watch my agony with perverse delight and even had the audacity to call them right in front of me.

Amidst my heart - rending screams and sobs, I heard their voices filled with loathing. "Selina, we don't have a sister as vicious as you. Stop bothering us, or you'll rot in this prison for the rest of your life! "