THE TRUE WOLF BLOODS

SILVER BLOOD'S PREQUEL

Right in the middle of the ballroom, the tray as well as the champagne glasses clattered on the ground with a loud crash, spilling drinks everywhere and on everyone close, he stared at me with so much disgust and I didn't know how to feel.

“Impossible! The moon goddess must have lost her mind if she thinks you, a mere wolf can match up to an Original lycan.” Every word uttered led to something I dreaded the most. “I, Prince Alaric O'Neil Winston, reject you as my mate. Get her out of here now!”

For centuries, the Lycans ruled with extreme viciousness and wickedness by enslaving the weaker and inferior specie, the werewolves. Their agony and suffering met the heart of the moon goddess and she bestowed upon them a savior.

Chosen To lead her kind to freedom after being rejected by her mate, the lycan prince, Diana Melbourne must become the very thing she feared—a killer!

The Vision Of Prophecy

Chapter One

Diana's pov:

A loud voice filled the atmosphere. One minute, I was in a shop and the next, I'm in a room with the Lycan King and another man. It was like a trance, a projection but the problem was that I was in their midst but they couldn't see or feel me.

"What? A mere wolf? To take my throne?" The Lycan King bellowed, his voice filled with anger and a bit of mockery.

I couldn't move or speak no matter how much I tried to.

"Y—yes... Sire." The priest responded, shaking visibly out of fear.

"Tell me something Cedric. Start afresh. I want to know how the moon goddess has gone wild." He said while he walked into the throne room, Cedric just right behind him.

“Sire it's a bit complicated, the moon goddess is angry with us… with our ways and wants to punish us.”

The lycan king sat on his golden throne on the dias and glanced at the high priest.

“I'm not in the mood for any of your nonsense talk Cedric.” King William was beginning to feel irked, I could tell from his constant clicking of his finger against the arms off his throne.

The high priest began to shake his head frantically in protest, “Sire, this from the moon goddess herself, we should take it seriously." Although Cedric was visibly shaking, he needed to pass across an information which must have been very important.

"Now is not the time for this high priest, my wife has just gone into labor and they have been in there for hours, there's also news about some recent disturbances coming from the wolves in the towns so excuse me if I don't really care what the moon goddess has to say except if she can solve my issue!” The lycan king blew up.

The high priest was lost in thought for a few seconds, “Your majesty, just listen to me for a few seconds, that's all, it entails the survival of our kind,” he tried to plead. “The moon goddess has given a prophecy.”

The lycan king scrunched up his face in confusion, “What prophecy? Is it going to help with my child that is being born, or with those imposters that call themselves wolves? Honestly if it were that I would gladly give you a listening ear.”

The lycan king was really not in a good mood as the guards had warned the high priest beforehand. But then, Cedric began reading the scroll in his hand:

“BENEATH THE MOON'S VEILED GAZE, THE LYCAN DEFY THE ANCIENT RITES AND LAWS. THEY HAVE CAUSED CHAOS TO MY CREATION, SHATTERING THE BALANCE. THEIR REIGN WILL CRUMBLE AND IN ITS PLACE WILL RISE THE TRUE WOLF BLOODS, DESCENDANTS OF THE MOON GODDESS HERSELF, AND OF HER OWN IMAGE SHALL THEY BE, A MIGHTIER FORCE IN THE VEINS OF SILVER. A CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF SHALL BE GIVEN, BUT IF LOST, YOUR ENTIRE REIGN SHALL COME TO AN END, ALONG WITH YOUR KIND."

As Cedric recited the prophecy, goosebumps flooded his entire body as the hairs on his back stood. His hands were visibly shaking and his mouth quivered with fear. “We might have angered the moon goddess with our ways and now she will punish us for it.”

He continued outrightly cutting the king off even though he knew he was courting death. “A group of women perhaps, maybe men, I didn't see that part clearly. I also couldn't figure out what our second chance would be. I've had this for a while and it has burdened me ever since, I thought I could receive more from her but I felt it was getting late and I needed to bring it to your attention,” Cedric blurted out in one breath, he glanced up to access the king's reaction to see if he had gotten through to him.

I tried moving once again, but it felt like two invisible barriers held me in place, why was this happening though?

The lycan king stood up from his throne, “Cedric, your disrespect aside for a while, you really think a bunch of lowlife weak she-wolves are capable of bringing an empire that has existed for generations? Then you must be just as delusional as the moon goddess is.” The king bursted out laughing before he became serious.

"Blasphemy, your grace!"

"Blasphemy?" The King asked, amused by the sudden outburst of the high priest.

“You need to heed to this warning your majesty. You cannot just let this go by because you are too proud to face square to square with a bunch of she-wolves!” Cedric exploded like a bomb, forgetting for a minute that he was in the presence of the king, or maybe he was just afraid of the moon goddesses threat than the king in front of him.

I was even surprised that he could raise his voice at the king, even in my state, I was scared for Cedric.

“I've tolerated your nonsense long enough, and so have my fathers but I guess you've taken it a bit too far, I suggest you leave. Now!” The lycan king said before he began to walk away.

“This isn't about me, your grace. It's about the Lycan population that you are about to let go extinct." Cedric didn't care anymore.

A wet nurse bursted in through the side doors, her breathing ragged, her dress stained with blood. “Your majesty, the child has arrived,” she announced. “It's a prince, your highness.”

The Lycan king exclaimed, “Finally! Some good news." But before he could celebrate his victory, he heard from the high priest once again, “That's it! That must be it, there must be some kind of connection, or maybe he caused everything, I am telling you what I saw, what I felt.”

A guard buried in as well and informed the king on the occurrence and the going on of the packs which didn't add to his mood.

“Your Majesty, all these; the prophecy from the moon goddess, the child, the disturbances from the various packs, they cannot be a coincidence, if you would just listen to what I have to say.”

While the king walked towards the wet nurse, Cedric followed behind him.

“Your Majesty, the ministers would like to see you as well,” The guard from earlier also informed again. “They said it's quite urgent, but still on the matters of the local packs."

Cedric continued, “Your majesty don't you see, if we want to save our species, we need to…"

A resounding crack shocked both the wet nurse, the guard and me as well as Cedric fell to the floor in a heap, his head rolling off as his sentence was cut off. “I never really liked him anyway,” the lycan king muttered before he addressed the guard who had just entered, “Dispose of his body."

I couldn't stop staring at the headless body that laid limp on the polished floor.

”You…” He turned to the wet nurse, “Lead me to my child.” None of them dared to speak as they carried out their assigned task.

Suddenly, I heard my name from a distance and then, a blinding white light brought me back to reality. I swallowed my dried, aching throat as beads of sweat ran down my face. My heart pounded vigorously.

What happened? My eyes darted around as they landed on my palms which had turned white out of fear and my claws outstretched in defense. A dream or a vision of the past?

But one thing I do know is, what I had just witnessed birthed my story; THE ORIGIN OF SILVER BLOODS. .

Diana

Chapter two

YEARS LATER

Diane’s pov:

I woke up feeling strange, something about the day didn't feel right but I shrugged it off as nothing and went about my day as I might be overthinking. It wasn't like everyday in the palace ever felt right.

A normal day in the palace, and by normal day, it was a day filled with chores and having to not bump into one of the nobles which was always hard considering I work in the palace where they normally visit.

Why I always do not like an encounter with them was because of the simple fact that they hated my guts, not just me but the entire werewolf civilization that they feel is beneath them.

They believe that they are the true bloods; Lycans, the first creation of the moon goddess and the most perfect.

They do not like to interact with the likes of my kind but they can't do away with us as well, because we make up more of the population than they do, and so they resorted to making us work for them instead. We were slaves in our own land.

Today was quite special, well for the residents of the palace. There was a buzz of the news that had soon reached me that morning. It was the prince's birthday, and not only that, he was also returning from his travels from a city I didn't know about.

The headmistress called each and every servant present for a briefing. I already knew what it was going to be about but that didn't mean I could skip the briefing. I knew what would happen to me if I did, just like what happened to others that had disrespected her, we never heard of them again.

We gathered in the large room which was detached from the castle, it served as the servants quarters, where they eat, sleep and have meetings and also where the head mistress gets to distribute the chores how she sees fit.

She glanced around menacingly before the noise finally died down, “As you all know, which I believe you do, the prince would be returning, and upon his return the royal family would be celebrating his birthday as well.” She paused to get a reaction from us but everyone knew not to interrupt her and so she continued, “The royal family would be throwing a gala, and the queen has ordered for the ballroom to be extra clean, and also to be decorated and ready by the evening."

“With that I would be redistributing the chores, more people to be assigned in the ballroom, but we cannot also leave the other areas unattended either. Once you are assigned, you are to begin work immediately in order to be done in time."

She said a few more words which I zoned out on as I knew where I would be assigned, and I was right.

It just so happened and there's nothing I could do about it.

She also assigned a waiter duty as well. I would be serving the guest this evening, one thing I dreaded the most, being in the presence of Lycans, and not just any Lycan, but the upperclassmen.

After the briefing, I got down to cleaning so I could round up and have a little rest before the event. The ballroom was large and spacious. Thankfully, a lot of us were assigned here but I couldn't spot my friend, Merilyn. Perhaps she got her normal chores, some luck she has.

I would give anything to trade places with her and not be in a place that would be crowded with arrogant nobles all through the night.

Hours passed by in silence, from cleaning to decorating and then double checking for no mistakes, and finally, we were all done. The others had a discussion on who should inform the headmistress that their job was completed, we were all too scared to walk up to her but someone had to stroll to do it. I knew it wasn't going to be me though, and so I sneaked out while they continued to contemplate and made my way to the gardens.

One of the few places I found solace, the flowers were calming, their vibrant colors and relaxing scent. I had only two hours left before the event starts at seven and so I used those two hours to rest up, take a short nap and prepare myself for one of the worst nights of my life.

I didn't know why I felt that way, but I knew something was going to go wrong somewhere. I've been having the feeling since morning in the pit of my gut, I tried pushing it to the back of my mind but nothing worked.

I prayed to the moon goddess that I don't make a fool out of myself in an event that the queen took pride in. I might get punished or worse, executed.

When I woke up, a maid was already running up to me that the guest would soon be arriving and that I should be in my station already, quickly picking myself up from the grass and racing towards where I would get dressed and then to my station where the headmistress placed me, which was to be at the entrance before I would move inside to serve.

The head mistress, Beatrice did once over the ballroom, checking things off at the last minute, making sure everything is in perfect form and no mistakes would be made this evening. But I doubted that as I still had the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

I thought of taking an excuse and leaving in order for my clumsy self not to cause havoc, but I guess that was too late as the trumpets began to blow, signaling for the arrival of the guests.

I sighed in my heart, I would just have to power through it and hope that nothing happens, especially concerning me.

I took a deep breath while the gigantic gates to the palace were pushed open…

The Prince, The Mate.

Chapter three

Diana's pov

Rows of exorbitant Cars rolled into the palace, cars that I wouldn't even dream of ever riding. When the first car reached the fountain roundabout and then came to a stop, the butlers came to the doors and drew them open and a stunning lady in a wonderful sparkling dress stepped out cautiously, she glanced around while the cameras began to flash.

They all pulled up the same way and had their pictures taken before they walked into the venue.

None would be considered underdressed, perfect robes on the males and glittering dresses on the females that accentuated their curves.

The younger ladies were more dolled up than others and everyone knew why—to catch the prince's attention. They looked like they were wearing a second skin, a lady looked like she was about to faint even.

We proceeded into the building when the last car had finally pulled up and began to serve.

Apparently, for a few years since he had turned eighteen, he hadn't found his mate yet and so there have been rumors that the king would want him to pick a mate instead, something about them needing an heir as soon as possible.

The ladies knew this and so, their fathers condoned their current antics because if there was a way for their daughters to be mates with the prince, they would have a higher chance of being royalties themselves.

You could see the desperation in most of their eyes while others tried to hide theirs well, particularly Emily, the daughter of the right prime minister.

She looked exquisite in a long black dress that hugged her not too tightly like the rest of them, a light touch of makeup on her round face, her blonde hair meticulously interwoven to the top of her head like a crown and fell all the way down her back.

She carried herself with so much prestige, one would think she was already royalty, light smiles here and there as she received compliments from both parties as well as envy from the ladies who despised her.

I was happy the moon goddess made me in such a way that I wouldn't be bothered about the way I look every single second, putting on fake smiles just to get what you want, but I was slightly jealous of that dress.

The ballroom was now packed, the servants already in action, serving treats as well as glasses of champagne, the cameras placed in strategic positions always ready to capture any particular moment.

While I moved around with my tray, the trumpets began to blow, the chatters in the ballroom died down, everyone turned to the direction of the spiral stairs that bifurcate at the top towards the side.

“Presenting the royal family, His majesty, third to his name, King William Lloyd Winston. Her majesty the queen, Margaret Winston, and her highness the princess, Miss Dorothy Lane Winston,” the herald announced.

While everyone was at attention, the royal family descended down the right path of the stairs, donning their royal colors, gold and blue. The shutters of cameras rose again, at some point I thought I would go blind with the flashes.

Everyone bowed in a low position before the king released us. “Rise," and began his speech.

“Today we are gathered here to celebrate another year for the prince, my son, and we thank you all for joining us. Drink and merry, not only his birth, but for his return and accomplishments, we would welcome him this evening while we drink till our heart's content."

At the end of the king's speech, there was a round of applause while the royal family descended the stairs and proceeded to greet the guests.

One of the nobles walked past me in a rush and made me spill the last glass of drink on my tray over my dress, “Watch where you are going you lowlife,” she hissed and spat with disgust before rushing away not minding that it was totally her fault for spilling a drink all over me, but there was nothing I could do.

I walked over to the head mistress who was by the pillars to take an excuse to clean myself up. I knew she would let me go because she didn't want the guest to be even more irritated about my presence as a servant than they already were.

“Clean up fast and be back here, we need all the hands we can get.”

Quickly, I stepped out through the back door. I wanted to go all the way to my room in the servants' quarters to have a change of clothes when the same feeling from earlier resurfaced, I checked my phone for the time, it was still early into the night

The feeling this time is even more intense. I was excited but in a way I was also fearful.

After having a change of clothes, I made my way to the back door that led to the ballroom where I grabbed another tray filled with champagne glasses and entered.

Just at that moment, the trumpets blew again, everyone turned towards the entrance, silence fell over the chattering room, and the large double doors were pulled open.

The herald’s voice sounded again as he introduced the newcomer, the feeling in my stomach began to intensify, “Introducing, his royal highness, son of King Williams and queen Margaret, Prince Alaric O'Neil Winston!"

The most handsome looking man I've ever seen walked into the ballroom, all the nobles and guests bowed at his entrance while he waved his hand in greetings. He suggested they all stand before his parents where he bowed low in respect.

“Welcome home,” the king said while the queen had a soft smile etched on her face, the pride in her eyes were evident.

The prince thanked his father before he turned around. I didn't know what had happened or how I even got to the center of the ballroom.

His light blue eyes locked on mine as they stared deeply into my soul. I dropped the tray in my hand which clattered to the floor, making loud crashing sounds.

“Mate,” he growled.

It felt like everything happened in slow motion, I didn't have control of anything, all I could think about was how this could be happening.

The Rejection And The Vision

Chapter four

Diana's pov:

The silence still persisted as everyone watched. What was going to happen next? No one knew. I continued to stand on the same spot while I faced the Lycan Prince, son of King William Winston.

I couldn't believe that the heir to the throne was my mate. I, a mere citizen, was to be a royalty, to be a princess myself.

I never really put much effort in finding my mate, but I had always hoped to find him one day. Maybe he would treat me with dignity and respect even though I'm a werewolf and also treat my kind better. But as I turned eighteen a year ago, I never really found him, and so I just lived my life trying to survive.

Now here I was, in the presence of the royal family, the prime ministers and the prince himself who was my mate.

I stared at his blue eyes for quite a while, not knowing what would happen next but I had a feeling.

He slowly walked up to me, I could see disgust evidently etched on his handsome features as he peered down at me which made me shrink into myself a bit.

No one dared to speak as he finally stood in front of me, he glanced at me from head to toe and I suddenly felt conscious of what I wore, whether my hair was disheveled. He made me feel this way and I've only seen him for less than ten minutes.

I knew the lycan community never really liked my kind because we were different, we weren't the original wolf bloods; an embodiment of the moon goddess and so they despised us. For the prince, he was a mystery, he never showed himself and only did so on occasion, he traveled a lot and so I never got to know him.

A few seconds passed which felt like a long time for me before he spoke, his voice, deep, calm and collected, high and mighty like every other lycan in the room. “The moon goddess must have been out of her mind when she paired you, a mere werewolf with an original lycan. I am the prince!”

He moved forward, unsure if all these were real but then his face scrunched up again in disgust as he gave me a once-over.

“You weak, disgusting peasant of a nobody, running around polluting the place with your unsureness.” With a direct stare and not a break in eye contact. He kept his look straight and free from any expression other than disgust.

“Impossible, I, prince Alaric O'Neil Winston…" His voice remained on the same level like he wasn't angry but just disappointed. I knew what this meant. I've heard about it from others, and didn't think it would happen to me.

I shook my head continuously, praying that he would stop, but my prayers went unanswered as he continued, “Reject you as my fated mate!”

An immense pain tore through my chest as I clutched at it. I began to hyperventilate, my eyes became blurry due to the amount of tears that welled up.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't feel anything but pain as I just stood there.

Confused, tired, angry, the emotions washed through me. I swerved around me, the little laughter, the mocking stares, the ridicule as I continued to step backwards. It was too much for me as it was the most attention I've gotten in a long time.

Prince Alaric still stood in his spot, his hands behind his back, his face devoid of emotions as he just watched me.

I didn't think of anything else as I felt the room spin and almost lost my footing before I ran for the door and out of such a suffocating environment.

I ran all the way back to the servants quarters and to my room. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew was pain, a wrenching pain in my chest. I tried pulling my clothes to see if it'll go away but it didn't. I laid in my bed clutching at my chest wishing for death but it never came.

****

After a while of just laying down, I cried myself to sleep.

A blinding light shone before me and then flashes sped up so fast I couldn't understand what I saw, and then I heard a soft soothing voice that spoke to me, “You are the one."

All she said before a wolf appeared in my vision, it looked blurred, large in size and then it disappeared.

The scenery changed to one of a large hill, once covered with flowers but now looked burnt and dark. I peered down the hill but couldn't see anything when I jerked awake.

It was a dream, none of it made sense, a wolf, a voice saying I was the one, a burnt hill. I couldn't understand it and so I just let it go, relieving the nightmare of what had happened—my rejection.

Who was I kidding, there was no chance of me having a mate in the first place, being as weak and helpless as I was. I sighed as I rubbed my chest once again.

While I sat on the bed, I didn't know I was crying again until a teardrop fell into my hand. I used my hands to wipe the tears away, sniffling. I tried to not think too much about it but it seems that was the only thing on my mind.

The last thing I remembered was his face, looking so calm and nonchalant while I felt like my world had crashed into a thousand pieces. He appeared fine, while I was praying for death because I couldn't withstand the pain.

Why did the moon goddess make it this way? Maybe the moon goddess must have been insane when she fated us together. I used his words because why would the moon goddess pair us up knowing it would only cause pain and suffering and on one end.

I pushed the thought out of my mind as I didn't want to question my faith in the moon goddess just because of him.

While I sat and consoled myself, there were noises just outside my door before it was roughly pushed open…

Thrown Into Cell

Chapter five

Diana's pov

I was startled as the chief maid waltzed into the room with so much vigor and walked up to me, she swung her hand across my face in a hard motion, turning my head to the side.

The pain stung, but not as much as my heart at that moment, I twisted my head to gaze at her while she stood over me.

“How dare you? Have you any idea what you've done, disrespecting the entire royal family by bringing shame and embarrassment when you ran out of their presence?” She yelled at the top of her voice, her face becoming slightly red and the bulge on her forehead began to appear.

She gave a short laugh filled with mockery. "You are quite the lucky one, his majesty only decided to lock you up for your indiscretion last night, if your punishment were up to me, you'll be lashed hard enough until you pass out, because you also disgraced me as well, and here you are having a wonderful time just having a nice nap,” she huffed and puffed while I tried to drown the noise out.

She didn't know how much pain I was in last night, nothing about my sleep was nice, it was painful, rough and confusing in between.

“You are going to be locked up. Guards! Get in here and take her to the prison,” she yelled out and immediately two huge guards entered the room and picked me up on both sides before dragging me out.

I didn't have the energy to make a fuss or to even walk, so I just let myself be whisked away. My feet dragged on the floor as we approached the prison to the side of the palace at the bottom.

Headmistress Beatrice followed suit into the prison and she watched as the unlocked one of the doors threw me onto the rough ground, luckily I was wearing a long gown and so I didn't bruise anywhere.

They jammed the doors and bolted it with a key and the guards walked away out of the prison while the headmistress still remained. “You are unlucky to be mates with the prince, he would never accept a peasant like you, not in his life, not in the next, you are everything he despised." She gave a curt laugh before she headed for the door and then stopped abruptly without turning to face me. “For all we know, you might just be left to rot here," she called out before jamming the cellar doors behind her.

I sat in silence on the hard cold ground while I thought about how I ended up in this situation, for the past three years, I have worked in the palace, undetected and unrecognized by the lycans, just another mutt running around to do their biddings, even most of the servants have no knowledge of me, but now I've been brought to the spotlight.

I left my pack to work as a maid in the palace because I didn't want to stay home. My mother never really liked me, she blamed me for my father's death and others that were in the pack did the same, I needed a place to work and also shelter and the palace provided both.

I cursed the moon goddess in my heart, why couldn't she just let me live my quiet life, tossing me into the mouth of lycans themselves. I knew from now, if I survived this prison, my days won't be as quiet as they were before.

I tried to remember what happened on the night of the prince's birthday party; how his eyes filled with disgust watched me, making me feel things that I had never felt before. I was frustrated with myself. The worst part of it all was that I reacted, the mate bond made me react to the way he spoke and his gaze even after he rejected me.

There's no way I could compare myself with a Lycan let alone the prince himself. Maybe he was right, the moon goddess must have been insane to pair us up.

It has been a few hours before the sound of the doors echoed through the dark cell, I didn't think they would let me out just yet and so wondered who it might be, something in me longed for it to be the prince and for him to take me back, but that was only wishful and stupid thinking.

When I gazed up, Marilyn was in front of me with a tray of food in her hand. At the sight of the meal, my stomach grumbled and I realized I hadn't had anything to eat since last night before the party started.

She dropped down and one knee, “Here, I brought something for you to eat,” she whispered looking back and forth from me to the door. “I'm not supposed to be here, I lied to the guards that the food was from the mistress before they would let me in,” she announced.

“You might get in trouble for this, you need to leave now,” I tried to persuade her but she wouldn't listen.

“I heard about what happened,” she said before sliding the tray towards me. “I'm sorry." She casted a sad look at me but didn't say anything else.

I sighed, “Thank you for the food Mer, and it's alright, I'll be fine." I didn't know if I was reassuring her or myself. “But you need to leave now before they catch you, I don't want you to be punished for helping me.”

Marilyn was a good friend and I didn't want anything to happen to her because of me. "If they don't let you out soon, believe me when I say I'll be coming over more often,” she promised before she rose to her feet and left.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door again, I thought it was Marilyn and almost yelled at her to leave, I was so wrong…

The Shrill Scream

Chapter six

Diana's pov

She closed the door behind her and stood, her back pressed against the wall, “Surprised to see me?” Emily's voice bounced against the walls as she sauntered down the stairs towards my cell.

She wasn't wrong though, I was quite surprised to see her and wondered what exactly she was doing here. She is the prime minister's daughter which I've had the pleasure of not meeting a couple of times. The few times that we did cross paths, she knew how to make my life more miserable.

Not to mention her father was basically the king's right-hand when it comes to decisions of the state. I never wanted to cross her path, but sometimes, it was inevitable.

She smirked as she could and then came to a halt in front of my cell. I sat on the ground and strained my neck to look upwards at her.

“Yes, well, I'm surprised as well. I wouldn't dare visit such a place like this meant for commoners and low-class miscreants,” she said, her expression twisted in disgust as she glanced around before her gaze settled on me once more.

“A place befitting of scums like you,” she glanced around once more. If she felt so disgusted, then why exactly was she here in the first place? I said this within myself as I had already disrespected a highborn, particularly the royal family. I didn't want to incur much punishment after and so I dropped my gaze from her face to her feet instead.

“But I'm here today because I wanted to see the one chosen by the moon goddess to stand by his highness the prince. He was right, you know, she must have gone crazy for such a pairing,” she kept going.

“You know when he uttered the word mate at the ball, I was really hoping it would be someone that could compare to me and that I would have to bring down, I guess I didn't need to trouble myself, you were already at the bottom of the chain, even I couldn't believe the moon goddess would do such a thing, what the hell was she thinking, trying to bring our kingdom to the ground?”

She arranged her hair in a girly manner, being proud and contented with her looks and the fact, she thought herself better than anyone else.

“You two are heavens apart, not to mention how you are not even worthy of him, I mean look at you, dirty, weak, pathetic,” I tried to drown out the sound of her voice as she berated me the more.

I've gone through a lot of these which I took well but this time, I wasn't doing a good job as there was still the constant throbbing pain in my heart, she kept on listing all the reasons why I couldn't be loved by someone and how I don't deserve it.

“Can you please stop?” I couldn't stop my voice from quivering as I tried to get her to leave me alone, but my voice was probably way too low over hers. I doubted if she even heard me. The pain in my chest increased. I hadn't gotten over the pain of the rejection, but knowing why I was rejected by someone else didn't bode well with me.

“It's weird how you probably must have thought he would accept you, he would want you,” she scoffed while I placed both my hands in my ears, I could feel the hot tears as they welled up at the corner of my eye ready to spill.

“Well now that you've been rejected, I can finally become his princess for good.” The fact that she was literally going to be with my mate only made things worse. I knew he didn't want to be with me, he made that very clear at the ball, but it still hurts, it hurts so bad. “The prince had always been waiting for his mate, hence why we all had to wait as well, even the king himself, but now that he has found the mate unworthy we can finally have a crown princess.”

She did not stop coming after me, and I tried to get her to stop multiple times as I shook my head, getting the image of her with my mate out of my head. Why were Lycans so cruel? Why was she hell-bent on making me suffer even more than I already was?

I sniffled a bit and wiped away the falling tears.

“Please just leave me alone.” I wouldn't have spoken up to her on a normal day but all I wanted now was to be left alone and I was beginning to lose my mind.

I shook my head vigorously, “Please stop, please,” I pleaded but she didn't seem to want to yield, with the same smirk like she was getting exactly what she wanted.

“Am I hurting your feelings? You are an eyesore and he would never be with someone like you, just do us all a favor and put us out of our misery from your existence,” her voice raised higher.

I closed my eyes and let out a shrill scream, my throat was itching, my hands clamped on my chest and it felt like my heart was about to give out. I could feel the blood constantly pumping within my veins, faster and faster, it made me a bit dizzy.

I didn't know what happened but it all happened so fast.

There was a loud thud that followed after my outburst, when I glanced up, Emily wasn't in front of my cell, rather she was all the way on the floor at the other end, her hair disheveled, there was a shocked expression on her face as she stared at me, her breathing elevated.

My brows knitted in confusion as I wondered how she was on the floor, she tried to rise on her feet but failed, her eyes widened in shock, “What the hell did you just do?” She questioned before the sound of the cell doors opened once more.

I was too preoccupied with what just happened to bother about who came in this time.