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."

Olivia remained still and expressionless for many seconds.

"What... did you just say?" This time, she was careful with her wording as she inquired.

It was at this point that the maid repeated her earlier response-"She gave birth to a female"-and Olivia's anxious expression relaxed into a grin.

"Oh.." She turned her head away from me with a scowl, her little lips extending into a grin.

She let out a long, deep breath, and her chest heaved as she did so.

So... it turns out to be a female?

After reversing direction, she faced the housekeeper again.

Yes, Your Majesty, I promise you that. The security guy confirmed it to me. According to what he recounted, the King almost killed the midwife who delivered the bad news to him. When she said, "He termed the kid terrible news," Olivia's eyes widened with delight.

"Woah.." She blinked her eyes fast and laughed.

She gave a little shrug and then started laughing uncontrollably. It was resonant with scorn and sounded quite loud.

"Badnews?" With more laughter, she repeated. We should all feel so pitiful about this new development. Oh..! I feel terrible for Natasha, thinking about how she must feel hearing her father name her daughter "Badnews" for the first time. She stopped, laughing again, before adding, "Must be so heart breaking."

"Hmm. We're the same, she sashays to the window.

Her giggles turned into grins as she said, "Tell you what, I believe I should bring her some fruits so she can eat and be rejuvenated by the time she wakes up."

"Leena, hurry up and prepare a carriage. Please excuse me while I go out to the store.

The help seemed perplexed.

"My. My Queen, let me collect those fruits for you. That's not necessary.

Aw, Leena. Don't fret," Olivia said with a cheery grin.

I'm in a great mood today and would love to take care of it by myself. Get moving, that's all I'm saying.

The housekeeper then bowed and exited.

Ella waited for Lisa to come out of the home with the empty basket so that the two of them could depart for the wedding as a unit.

Since she had to wait for them for what seemed like forever, she was beginning to feel exhausted. This is the way things have always gone, so I guess it's fair that she has to wait for them.

And by that point, she had become used to it.

There was still a few hours till evening, but the sun had already set. Just what was taking Lisa so long?

She waited patiently, holding the basket at her side, and then she saw Lisa emerge from the double-story home.

She dressed on an extravagant outfit and stacked her wrists with three or more pricey bracelets. Ella wondered why the woman looked so perfect.

"What exactly are your eyes fixed on?" Upon approaching Ella, Lisa snapped, and Ella immediately looked down.

With a roll of her eyes, Lisa walked away while Ella trailed after carrying the basket.

Because of her tragic background, Ella has always considered herself unfortunate.

Before her mother passed away seven years ago, she was an only kid. Since then, Ella's life has been nothing but a series of misfortunes. Life was unjust even while her mother was still living, and it got much more so when her mother passed away.

She didn't understand why her stepfather and stepmother were so harsh to her. Could it have been that she felt helpless? Then then, it can't have been her fault. Not by her own free will did she become the weakest member of the Wind Walker pack. Clearly, it wasn't her decision. As so, why is she need to be treated with such contempt?

They were occasions when she questioned the future of her life. She wondered when her life will improve. She wishes she could change and use her wolf abilities to make things better. Perhaps she simply needs to keep petitioning the Gods and Goddesses.

The population was very scary, and the trek to the market was pretty far. Of course, there wouldn't be any business conducted on the next day because of the holiday.

Ella was curious as to what it would be like to see the whole mountain devoid of life since everyone was hiding inside their homes. But the question remains as to why the Alpha would issue such commands. Why would everyone want to remain indoors the next day?

"Will you quicken your pace?" Ella attempted to quicken her pace as Lisa sprang to attention. Is there any way she can win over her sister's approval? To put it simply, she was curious.

Like a puppet, she went wherever Lisa went in the market to get the stuff she needed. Ella volunteered to carry the groceries in the basket as she selected and paid for them.

Lisa was quite choosy and demanding, so shopping with her was never a breeze. They circled the large, crowded market until something terrible occurred that Ella had never even considered.

She and Lisa had been strolling in front when a passing wagon splattered dirt water over Lisa.

Lisa abruptly halted her progress as she looked down at her clothing in disbelief.

"What?"

The shock even got to Ella. Oh, no. Dress that sparkled like a star on her.

Lisa saw that the carriage had stopped moving and went straight for it before she realized what had happened.

"Hey..!" As Lisa approached the horse, she made an aggressive growling noise and lunged at the rider.

She wasn't bothered by the fact that it resembled a regal carriage.

Asking, "Are you blind??? You soaked me with dirt water! She made a scene by screaming at the top of her lungs. And at that same moment, the curtain parted and a young woman emerged.

And, indeed, there was Her Majesty herself!

"I, Olivia, Your Majesty!"

Her housekeeper came running out of the other room to be at her side.

The shock on Lisa's face was understandable.

In any case, Ella was keeping her distance and observing.

When Olivia took a good look at the woman in front of her, her bright eyes immediately faded.

"So. are you the one shouting at my horse-drawn carriage? "As she scanned Lisa from head to toe, she questioned.

Lisa wasn't seeking adulation, despite the fact that her eloquence was endearing. Instead, she felt hurt and angry with her for saying that to her.

"Your Carriage, splashed water on me," she said furiously. In an instant, Olivia smacked her across the face.

After a moment of shock, Ella sprang back from her position of standing. Oh, no.. Lisa was so taken aback that she instantly put her palm over her face. What??? What, did the Queen smack her?

With the situation now attracting a lot of attention, Olivia replied, "And you must be foolish to stand in front of me and make such complaint."

"What makes you think your outfit is so special?"

" It's pricey, but I think my horse is more expensive. "At that, she halted and advanced toward Lisa.

"In all honesty, luck would be on your side My mood today couldn't be better. If I hadn't already been planning on returning to the palace with your skull in my bag, I would have had your life now."

She then turned and went away, followed by her maid, to go get her request.

Lisa's fingers remained on her face as she trembled violently.

Was it the Queen who smacked her? That woman just smacked her, didn't she?

Women shoppers all around were muttering and looking nervous. It crossed Ella's mind to go console her, but she didn't want to give off any aggressive vibes, so she stayed still.

Lisa's furs were literally crawling out of her skin from her simmering rage.

That wasn't possible; she was stuck in place. No, not just now. The death sentence would be appropriate for an attack on the Queen.

She swiftly turned back and began walking away, Ella following after in silence with the bulky basket.

"Mother!!!!" As soon as Lisa walked in the door, she started screaming.

She was certain that if she were a witch, her rage would have been enough to bring the walls tumbling down.

"Mother!!! Father!!!" When she screamed again, her mother came rushing down the dusty stairs.

"Lisa??? So, what exactly is the issue here?

"Mother, everything is an issue!"

Her mother came running down and saw the redness on her daughter's cheeks and the stain on her clothes... The likes of which she had never seen before.

Right away, Ella appeared, carrying the basket.

Someone asked Lisa, "What happened?" The subject came up in conversation with her mom.

Her rumbling snarl had echoed down the stairs and drawn the attention of her siblings. She was completely unaware that her dad was out of town.

"Mother! Look at me!" You need to see this right now! Lisa shouted, then attempted to cool down so that she could explain.

It all started when the Queen's vehicle sloshed mud water all over me in the market. I tried to lodge a formal complaint, but she slapped me.

They all let out shocked gasps.

"You was smacked by the Queen!" The question came from Rebecca, her younger sibling.

Specifically, "Which of the Queens?" That would be her mom talking.

"Olivia, the Queen." Lisa hissed the name with so much hate in her voice.

As in, "Oh, my gosh! "That's the Grand Duchess!" Rebecca let out a sharp yelp.

"why would she smack you? That isn't right..!"

"Oh..! I would have skinned her alive, damn the consequences, if she weren't a queen with guards around. But I vow to you, Mom. I swear to the seven mountain gods. This is an absolute guarantee!"

Lisa then ran up the stairs and out of the building.

For a few seconds, the room was filled with suspenseful quiet.

Aven chimed in out of the blue, "Shouldn't be a surprise."

The sole son in the family belonged to that one.

"I've heard that Queen Olivia has a wicked temper and is quite short tempered. "

"And what are you staring at?" His mother lost it and started yelling about Ella, who had been witnessing the entire thing from the sidelines.

Slowly and discretely,Ella averted her sight and departed.

In a spacious and well designed room. Two ladies and a few helpers stood there, expressionless.

There was a glimpse of Queen Natasha as she sat on the bed, her eyes puffy from crying. ...and the other two ladies stood by, encouraging her to take up childbearing.

The one holding the baby begged, "Please, My Queen."

"While I can appreciate your pain, please remember that this is your actual body. She needs your nurturing touch and the nourishment you can provide. Please.."

Queen Elizabeth said, rather hoarsely, "I hate repeating myself, Hira."

Her utterly harsh and agonized scream.

Remove the oath from me. "I want a MALE, not a FEMALE!"