Her legs raced through the woodlands, making her pant. Her stolid breath would have been audible if not for her legs rustling against the leaves and the rowdy guys following her from behind.

She was afraid and didn't glance at the guys yelling from behind.

Running must have terrified and exhausted her.

"Sorry," she whispered and sped up.

How does she lose guys behind her?

A faint sob wrenched her throat, and a searing leg agony drove her to the floor.

Argh!!!

She screamed in excruciating anguish.

The mother moaned, clutching her leg.

She knew she'd been stabbed with the witches' strongest poisons. It's unsurvivable.... None.

Baby... .

"Your struggle is done, Anita," she heard a threatening female voice. She knew it was her and that the poisoned knife originated from her.

"Amelia, please," she said, seeing her standing in the dark in her long dress that swept the floor.

The lady on the floor winced."You really think you can run away from your judgement, Anita? "

She reacted.

"You believed you were clever enough to evade the punishment for your foolishness? "

She cried.

"My kid is not involved. don't damage her..."

Amelia raged as lightning struck.

Anita is cursed. You cursed her by mating with an enemy and having her. You breached one of our fundamental commandments, Anita, and you and your hybrid daughter needs to pay for it! "

"She won't be a problem-I've made sure. ʼ

"You're a witch, Anita. You shouldn't have fell for an enemy and worse, had a kid for him. You disappointed me."

"No, please..."

"As the redhood witches, I now condemn you, Anita and your daughter, to death," she said, extending her hand toward her. Anita realized she had to fight Amelia or die. Using her abilities will deplete and kill her because to the poison. . She had no option, so as Amelia was ready to activate the wand, Anita screamed, causing a thunderstorm.

Amelia was startled by the sky cracking and trees shaking.

Anita knew nobody would survive it.

After the scream, everything was quiet. The only sounds were crickets and the baby's wail.

"I love you, baby," she whispered.

"Take the baby," someone muttered. Don't tell everyone she's next."

30-YEARS-LATER

One woman was on the bed, and three around her.

"Arghhhh..!!!!!"

The bedridden one shouted in anguish.

The midwives could reach her knee-bent, wide-opened legs.

"Natasha!Push! "The head midwife encouraged the feeble lady as she sucked her lips into her mouth and pushed harder than she could. She nibbled her inner cheeks.

She wanted a son for her second delivery. She begged night and day to the moon goddess to make it a son so she could give the Alpha an heir!

Why was it harder this time?

Again!

The midwife shouted

Another push-"Arghhhh..."ʼ Baby's round head.

The three ladies gasped as they carefully removed the head and two small legs. A little wail erupted quickly.

The midwives had one more item to check before celebrating, unlike previous births.

The chief cautiously looked between the baby's legs. The little pelvis made her heart race.

She looked scared and disappointed.

One questioned, her eyes wide with inquiry and worry.

She anxiously anticipated the response.

"It's a female," she replied, transferring her anxiety and despair to them.

The chief gazed at the sleeping mother while the baby cried.

She considered this awful.

"Anta, inform the King. ."The chief remarked, laying the wailing infant on the floor.

"What?? Why me, Hira? . Anta, the second midwife, said, "You do it."

"Anta, you're always the one who tells couples their child's sex. "

"Maybe Laura should do it," she suddenly gestured to the final midwife beside her.

"She's our youngest."

"Whaaat???

Laura screamed and shook her head.

Hira sighed. She glanced at the floor infant. Who would inform the King? .

She knew the King would soon arrive to see what was going on. It would be worse if he found out himself.

OK. "I'll leave," she said, and the two women looked relieved.

"Hira, thank you. Anta remarked, "I think you'll be alright," as Hira left.

King Spenser never hyperventilated like others.

He marched with his hands crossed, crown on his head, and regal robe brushing the clean floor.

Two guards protected him at the corridor entrance and two ahead. He didn't need protection anyhow.

. What took so long? He believed the Queen and infant had ceased wailing. ʼ

.

After some wait, the door opened.

. He stopped walking and waited for her to approach him.

As she took longer to reach him, he saw the lady strategically slowing down.

"Hira?The baby's sex?"

The typical lady inhaled deeply before continuing.

"M...M...My King," she stammered."Gr.... Hello, King.

"Hira, tell me my ears want". .

Hira assumed he would find out.

"My.. "My King," she said, sweating.

"She's beautiful."

Finished.

The Alpha King's worry vanished instantaneously as his brows wrinkled in surprise? Dismay.

When he visited the Seer a few weeks earlier, his mind flashed back to his remarks.

He left furious and doubtful, but he was correct! Correct.

Hira bowed in front of her, shaking. . Should she leave?

She felt a strong hold on her neck, lifting her feet off the floor and dangling them.

He choked her viciously, widening her eyes in dread and horror.

His eyes burned with rage.

"Hira, this is the last time you bring me terrible news."

He dropped her and left.

He wouldn't even look at the newborn.

Alpha King Spenser ruled 13 packs. King Spenser ruled them all. .

Many years ago, werewolves vampires, and witches were enemies. They fought often and were restricted.

The wolves and vampires ended the fight after a long period. They formed a contract to rule together. They resolved to battle a representative from each faction to choose the leader as there could only be one. Witches refused to participate in these preparations.

Wolves defeated vamps in a combat. The wolf that won became the leader. King Spenser's grandpa.

Wolves and vampires created their own laws and constitutions.

Since then, wolves and vampires have lived in harmony. However, the witches were driven from their kingdoms and swore never to interact with mountain lions or blood suckers.

From Spenser's great grandpa through his grandfather to his father to him, King Spenser, the Wolves have ruled.

He was more powerful, cruel, and different than his forebears throughout history.

His fighting style frightened everyone. .

The Almighty King Spenser had one issue. It may have been his biggest issue.

. Without heirs, his throne was shaky. Being cursed made it worse. Moon goddess cursed him.

He has four daughters from three wives.

Why?

After arriving, he sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He lamented why his situation was different. Why?

Gamma arrived quickly.

"I do not want to be bothered, Viscar," King Spenser replied with his head in his fists.

He recognized the person without looking. His mountain's elite smelled familiar to him.

Viscar, the gamma, halted at the entrance, looking at the large guy in front of him. . He was the only one who knew the King well enough to diagnose him.

"Pardon me, My King, but I just want to check tomorrow's order. Should the lockdown work? He said, and King Spenser looked up.

"The order stands" he hissed.

Thus, everyone who leaves tomorrow will be murdered.

She moves slowly;

Ella, now 18 years old, said nothing as she down the ancient, rickety stairs and joined her family in the dusty dining room, where several members were already seated and eating. She felt like an outcast in the family since she was dressed so drably compared to her sisters. Her beautiful blond hair and wide cheeks were complemented by her round eyes, which were white with grey balls. It was impossible to miss her innate attractiveness despite her exhausted appearance.

She shuffled to the dining room with her head down, ignoring the six people in there (her parents, three step sisters, and one step brother).

"I apologize for the delay."

After a brief struggle, Ella wrested the dining table away from Lisa, who was standing in front of her.

"You need to feel regret. "Lisa averted her gaze upward and began to eat, a stray hair bristle fluttering across her left eye.

There were only six people seated at the table, but Ella could tell that the extra chair wasn't meant for her.

I guess that covers everything. Leaving is an option. Her stepmother remarked abruptly, telling Ella to go out. Finally, she bowed and began to go.

"Why doesn't she simply come along with us? At the very least, today?"

Ella paused on her stroll to listen for an answer to Rebecca's (her younger sister) question.

It would have been lovely to have a meal with them.

The question was directed at Rebecca: "What's wrong with you? Having her at the table baffles me. Ella's heart was broken by Lisa's abrupt response.

"Lisa..!"

"What?" She laughed at the idea.

"You can't say that I lied, can you? This is the common sour reality. In the whole pack, Ella is the only one who hasn't changed. The only WOLF without any special skills. She is just as nave as the average person. I would have sworn she wasn't related to us; she certainly doesn't come from the wolf family's bloodline. But father says she's his first wife's kid, so maybe she is."

"Enough enough, Lisa". Their father said something and looked at Ella, who was suddenly quite pale.

She took a deep breath in, turned around, and kept going.

Since her mother's death, her family has been treating Ella badly, and she doesn't know why. She didn't earn their animosity; she deserved to be treated like a member of the clan.

Ella's eyes sparkled with tears she wasn't ready to release; her heart felt heavy. She had to watch her step carefully so she wouldn't fall. She had been subjected to her family's bullying and insults before, but this time it stung more than the others combined.

"Just what is wrong with you, honey?" She overheard her stepmother remark, "You've be looking uncomfortable." She could still hear them plainly, so she didn't bother to turn around and see.

"I.. Personally, I feel that I'll be okay. I'm not too unwell, however. "Snow responded sleepily.

That was the family's baby girl.

Even though the stairwell was a fair distance from where she stood, she paid no attention to their chatter until she reached it and shakily climbed the steps.

She started her day in the kitchen, where she ate alone before retiring to her own quarters.

It wasn't your standard hotel room, with a comfy bed, closet, neatly stacked chairs, and a bed.

Ella's bed was the best part about her room.

She no longer had the slightest desire to eat. This prompted her to sit down on the bed.

She spent a while staring out the window, expecting her concerns would disappear with the breeze.

There was only one person she could confide in, and that was herself.

She moved her focus from the window to the bed, where she picked up the waiting flower pot.

Yes, a flower pot was her sole companion in life.

As she gently rubbed one of the flower's bright yellow petals, a grin spread over her face.

In addition, "they wouldn't allow me dine with them at the table today - as usual," she said.

As Ella put it, "she attempted to convince them, but they wouldn't listen."

She halted and let out a long sigh.

"How come I'm the one who always has bad luck?" Her voice trembled a bit as she asked.

"I wish.. I wish someone would just tell me why I'm different from the other wolves; why, despite being a wolf, I don't have any wolf-like traits or talents. Is there a spell on me or what?"

The woman stopped and took a deep breath.

Soon after, Lisa burst through the door.

To Ella's surprise, this was a real possibility. "If you were going to enter, why did you enter so unexpectedly?" Had she already finished her meal?

Lisa's face was scrawled as she scowled at Ella, who still held the flower in her palm.

"Is anything... wrong?" Ella made up her mind to finally inquire.

Sneering, "Even if there were an issue, you are my problem," Lisa said.

Since the Alpha King has announced a *No Movement Day* for tomorrow, I've come to inform you to get ready since you'll be coming with me to the market to acquire some food supplies. Please don't keep me waiting.

So saying, she walked away.

The king of the jungle, Ella thought to herself as she examined her bloom closely.

The Ultimate Alpha, who every living creature on and around the mountain is terrified of.

She was perplexed as to why the Alpha had declared the next day to be a "No - Movement Day," during which time everyone had to remain inside but not go to sleep.

ITALIAN PALACE

As she paced the chamber, Queen Olivia's long mantua swept the floor.

She muttered an agitated, "Come on, come on" .

Her deep pants were producing a rumbling noise, and if it weren't for the boisterous sound of the guards practicing outside, she was sure they would have been heard.

She was too worried to sleep.

Natasha. Has she already given birth? Was the kid a male or a female?

She clenched her fists, remembering how she'd boasted to everyone that she was going to have the King's heir this time.

Before Natasha, Olivia was the Queen and senior wife, and Olivia's biggest adversary was Natasha.

After Olivia failed to produce a son for the King, he took other women as wife. And when Queen Natasha became pregnant, she made life very difficult for everyone in the palace.

She repeatedly informed everyone, but notably Queen Olivia, that she was expecting a son. She boasted and listed all that would happen when she gives birth to the King's heir, and Queen Olivia, being the king's current mother, was not amused.

She was the older spouse and had no intention of giving up her status or esteem. She desired to be the only bearer of the role of mother to the King's heir, giving her greater leverage when the time came for the King to choose his Luna.

The memory of Natasha's comments to her caused her pulse rate to increase.

In a few days, my kid will be here, so Queen Olivia, you had best start making preparations. When he's released and the King chooses me as his favorite, I promise you'll still get to visit him every four moons*.

The statements were accompanied by a mocking chuckle.

"No!" Olivia clenched her teeth.

She would never tolerate mockery. Never.

She was the King's confidante and would have gone to any lengths to keep it that way.

She started pacing again, and then her housekeeper came in. Hah.! There was a little gasp from her.

The servant bowed before the queen and said, "My Queen."

Olivia's interest naturally grew.

The question, "What's up, Gina?" Her eyes widened as she asked.

While she kneeling, she said, "My Queen, Queen Natasha has put to bed," and Olivia's breath suddenly caught in her throat.

It was at this point that her next inquiry that she grew visibly anxious.

Don't be shy, Leena. "You already know what I'm after," she added.

The maid took a beat to gather her thoughts before smilingly answering:

"She seems to be feminine."