Two months later,

{Still Priya's pov}

The alarm clock woke me up from sleep, making me sit up on the bed with a tired groan, before I stretched my arms above my head, and yawned.

That was how tired I was.

Yesterday, I got back home late after cleaning most of the hotel's floors and rooms.

Yes, a hotel.

Two months ago, after I arrived in the human city, and after I found a single room for rent and paid six months rent, because that was all my money could afford in the meantime, I had to look for a job because I did not have enough money to sustain me on my daily food.

Throughout my search for a job, I always ate junk food.

Though I did not have much of a hard time eating junk food because, back at home, the only food I got to eat were the leftovers from the plates Kingsley, Dylan, and my father had eaten.

Finding a job in a competitive city like the human city was one of the most difficult aspects of my life.

I almost gave up, but I knew that only death awaited me if I suddenly gave up.

I would eventually run out of money, then starve and slowly die.

Just when I thought that all hope was last, I ran into very great luck and got a job as a cleaner for a grand hotel, Devicia.

I did not care that I got a job as a cleaner. All I cared about was that I got to survive.

It was even great luck that someone like me was able to strike a job as a cleaner for a big hotel like Devicia.

Ha. I could have gotten a better job if only I had a certificate. But, my father hated me and did not let me go to any sort of school.

Though he paid expensively for Kingsley and Dylan to study at the best schools and colleges. They were praised for being literate, while I was insulted and mocked for being illiterate.

I don't know why, but I have not forgotten about the pain I went through when I was in the Defanly pack. I have not forgotten about the way my own family hated me.

I have not forgotten about how I was unjustly accused and then banished.

I have not forgotten about how my own mate rejected me.

The pain of his rejection was still there in my heart. The tear had disappeared, but I was trying to heal.

In the history of us werewolves, it was rare for fated mates to reject themselves.

But in my own case, such rareness did not apply.

I have not stopped being bitter.

But, at the very least, after coming to the human city, I could finally catch my breath, and had a little bit of peace within me.

My feet touched the ground, and the coolness of the ground enveloped my feet and made a faint smile appear on my lips.

I rose up, knowing that I was about to continue another day of torture.

Indeed, life was not roses or fairy tales for me. After leaving my cruel life back in Defanly pack, I came to the human city and another cruel life has begun for me.

My supervisor and the butterfly who always followed her, had always attempted to make my life a living hell.

I never did anything wrong to them. I never knew what I did wrong to them, to the extent that they chose to frustrate me every single time they had the chance to.

But what would I do except to endure? I suffered enough before I was able to find a job as a cleaner.

If I quit working at Devicia hotel simply because I could not endure their hatred for me anymore, would finding another job be easier?

No, it would not.

Sadly, I guess my life has always been in the hands of a mean fate.

I guess before I was even conceived by my mother, my fate was that: I would suffer until I eventually died.

I walked into my bathroom and came out only after a few minutes.

Going to where I left my bag close to the window, I opened it and took out a plain trouser and a gray shirt.

Seeing the clothes in my hands, I could not stop smiling at them.

Although these clothes would have meant nothing to other people, it actually meant the whole world to me. I had bought them a week ago, using the hard earned money I got from my second paycheck ever since I started to work in the hotel.

I did not hesitate and wore the clothes, before leaving my home and locking the door.

My current home was tinier than my bedroom back at my father's home.

It also did not have a kitchen, nor any other rooms.

It only had a single room in it, and a bathroom to freshen up.

But, I did not mind it. As long as I had a roof under my head, I was satisfied with it.

By the time I left the building entirely, I went and stood at the bus stop close by.

It would have been easier if I had transformed into my wolf form and made my way to the hotel. But, I didn't forget that I was in the human city.

I did not want to attract unnecessary attention to myself.

...

At exactly 7:30am, I arrived inside the hotel and did not hesitate to start cleaning.

The building was insanely massive, so it was going to take me a very long time before I finished cleaning. Luckily, I was not the only cleaner working in the hotel.

There were over a hundred of us, with over six supervisors to direct us.

Each cleaner had their own supervisor whom they worked under.

As for me, I ended up working under supervisor Penelope, who naturally hated me. And the butterfly who always stuck to her side, Trisha, was a cleaner like myself.

But because she stuck to supervisor Penelope, she was treated a lot more differently than the other cleaners.

I went ahead to carry my cleaning materials, before I began mopping the floors.

I was on the third floor.

My main duty was to manage the third floor, and to make sure that it was always clean.

But Trisha... She was in charge of managing the seventh floor.

Though ever since I started working in the hotel, I had been the one managing her own floor for her after being threatened by supervisor Penelope.

Supervisor Penelope had connections in the hotel. She was the overall supervisor of all the other supervisors.

And because I was afraid of losing my job if I reported either her or Trisha, I decided to shoulder every hard work. Handling two different hotel floors every single day was not a big deal for a werewolf like myself.

After a moment or two into mopping the floors, I paused because something like liquid seemed to be dropping on the floors where I was mopping.

Drop after drop.

Realizing that it was my own tears, I dragged my feet and hurried to stand in a corner.

A flood of emotions came in.

I thought I was okay, but I was truly not okay, even though two months had passed in the blink of an eye.

As I lowered my gaze, what greeted me was my skinny collarbones. It was very visible and noticeable. It was proof that I had not been able to eat a three square meal ever since I began to live on my own.

But that was not the reason for my tears.

No one had called me since the moment I left Defanly pack. Not even a single person in my family had sent me a message to ask me how I was doing.

I wanted to grieve for myself, but had to stop before I even began, after hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching.

I peeked at whom the footsteps belonged to, and seeing supervisor Penelope and Trisha, who was walking behind her like a loyal dog, I knew they were going to talk if they saw me standing idle.

So because of that, I had to wipe my eyes immediately, come out, and continue mopping the floors. But I guess I should never have done that.

They stopped in front of me, making me stop mopping.

Usually, whenever they saw me doing my work, they would only scoff and hiss at me, and then leave.

But now, why did they stop in front of me?

"Hey you". Supervisor Penelope said to me with a disgusted frown on her face, as she stared into my soul.

"Yes ma'am". I replied to her, while trying to maintain lowering my gaze.

"After you are done with the third floor and the seventh floor, you are wanted this evening to clean the hotel's grand private hall". Supervisor Penelope said to me, before she continued to say to me with a glare, "And you must clean the entire grand private hall by yourself, and also join the servers tomorrow evening in the hall".

"The hotel needed an extra hand because of the important guest our CEO meant to host tomorrow. I was the one who personally recommended you, stating that you would volunteer to do the work".

"So, don't you dare slack off. You are nothing special, but an ugly duckling. Do you think you are more beautiful than me? You are just an ugly peasant meant to be trampled on". She hissed at me, and after staring down at me, she left.

Though her words puzzled me.

Did I ever tell her that I was more beautiful than her?

"Hmph. What a loser". Trisha rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, before going after supervisor Penelope.

...

Author Tina Nwuba: "The appearance of our star FL, Priya, is going to be described in the later chapters. Stay tuned!

Also, you amazing readers should read my other books: "Heart of a Betrayed Wife". "My runaway wife, Hates me!". "The Father Of My Twins".

I quietly watched Trisha and supervisor Penelope leave.

After I could no longer see their backs, my grip around the mop tightened, as I gritted my teeth before letting out a heavy sigh.

I was tired. Too tired and exhausted.

But because I did not want to disobey supervisor Penelope, since that would only give her more reason to treat me badly, I decided to do as she had said without complaining.

I had no other choice but to comply with her orders. If not, she and Trisha were going to keep on getting into my throat.

I suffered hard to get this job, and I was not going to lose it because of them.

This job was basically my life, and was the thing keeping me alive.

At some point, I sighed in defeat.

If it were other werewolves in my shoes, they might have retaliated and would have dealt with supervisor Penelope and Trisha. After all, they were humans and could be crushed by us werewolves.

But like I had mentioned before, I did not come all the way to the human city to cause any sort of trouble.

If others trample on me, I should just endure their petty moves and move on.

'You are a big fool'. I froze upon hearing Lara's voice. It was harsh, cold, and sharp.

For the first time in 2 months, I had finally heard her voice. 2 months ago, she disappeared, refusing to reply to any of my words, or say anything to me.

But now, after 2 months, the first words she spoke were to insult me.

'Are you serious right now?'. I asked her through our mind link, patiently awaiting her reply, because she seemed to go silent again.

'Lara? Are you there?'. I called her gently.

'Of course I always am, Priya. Honestly, I am very disappointed in you and ashamed of you. Your talent is to allow people to trample on you like a door mat. Most of the time, I always regret being your wolf'.

'I should have been someone else's wolf. Someone who was more reasonable than you, because you are stupid. At least, someone who was not stupid like you. Do you think that because you can endure people's humiliation, I can endure it too? What gives you the right to decide for me?'. She asked me, sounding pissed off.

Since I was used to her throwing tantrums most of the time, I was easily able to ignore her. Though after remaining quiet for as long as two months, her angry words had gotten tougher and refined.

She won this round, because she was giving me a headache, and I could not focus on what I was doing no matter how much I tried.

'Quit it, Lara. You are noisy'.

'Don't you dare tell me what to do, Priya. Someone like you has no right to tell me what to do when you do not even have the courage to stand up against the ones who have always hurt you. You are painfully a disappointment to me. I hate you'. She roared at me, and after scoffing, she went silent and did not utter any word again.

Her words hit me so hard, no matter how much I tried to hide and deny it.

Compared to me, she was much stronger and had broken free from the chains of allowing others to mistreat her.

She was unlike me, who still seemed to be stuck, and had gotten used to the chains of allowing others to trample on me.

The reason why I had not given her control for such a long time was because I was afraid of what she might do if let out.

She might daringly attempt to pay back everyone for what they had done to us.

She dared, but I never dared, because I was afraid that retaliating against others was only going to cause more trouble on my own end.

...

Hunter's pov,

"I know who my Luna is going to be. There is no single werewolf worthy of being my Luna except Felicia". I announced at the pack hall, and not a single werewolf opposed me, since they shared the same opinion as me.

Felicia was lovable. Sweet. Kind. Innocent.

She was the female every man desires, and I could not be happier to claim her as mine and keep her all to myself.

I am currently at my company, in my office, reviewing some files.

I needed to clear my schedule, in order to have a grand wedding ceremony with none other than Felicia. A knock on the door distracted me, making me frown.

Knowing that not just any werewolf would dare knock on my door, I said, "Come in".

The door opened, making my hand, which held a piece of a document, to halt. I lifted my head to stare at my beta werewolf who walked in.

"What is it?". I asked him.

"The Lycan King has arrived in the human city".

My brows furrowed upon hearing what he said.

The Lycan King is in the human city. Now that is troubling. What is he doing there?

I began thinking, and knew that I was not the only Alpha who was worried about this news.

The cold blooded Lycan King, who had brutally killed his family in cold blood and earned his alarming title, is there in the human city.

The same Lycan King who had never left his pack had stepped out of his pack.

Who wouldn't panic because of that?

What was he thinking?

"What about the Alphas? Did they agree to it?". I asked him, with my gaze sharp and calculative.

"Yes".

Hearing his reply, my hand tightened the piece of document in my hand in satisfaction. It has been five years since he took over as the Lycan King.

It has been five years since his very existence was the terror of everyone. Both werewolves and humans.

And now, it was time for his reign to end.

"Then it is time, Kingsley. He needs to disappear for peace to reign in the world. He needs to make that sacrifice". I declared, before my eyes darkened.

What my father failed to do.

What he feared greatly before his passing. I was going to help him accomplish it and make him proud of me and see for himself in the afterlife, that I had always been the best son who should have been the Alpha of Defanly pack all along.

I am going to show him that I am not a coward Alpha like him.