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My Luna's Revenge - Chapter 4


Chapter 4


Viona POV

Everything that happens, happens for a reason, or so they say. Would someone like to explain to me what the reason was for me to wake up in my three-year-old bedroom back at the Levites Pack? The three-year-old me who grew up in a frozen-themed bedroom was long gone, even dead.

But why does it look like everything is in reverse? I rushed out to look at myself in my full-length mirror, and what stared back at me was a toddler with huge deep blue eyes that looked frightened; well, that was what I felt at that moment.

I always believed that a second chance was only in the novels and movies, but now I don't know whether to be happy or feel angry as I would repeat life over again—the torture, the regret, the frustration. Literally, history would repeat itself for me.

I immediately rolled on the ground and began crying, something I got used to when Nicolas ditched me and embarrassed me in the midst of my friends.

While crying, I remembered everything I went through: from being threatened, kidnapped, disowned, and finally killed; it all flooded in at once.

Suddenly, my door barged open as fast as lightning. I was picked from the ground into someone's arms. I was frozen from shock until I heard a thunderous voice.

"Where are those damned maids...?"

Immediately, about six young girls in Levites maid's wear rushed in, all on their knees with their heads bowed—something I haven't seen in a long time since my father passed. Wait...

"Where were you all when my daughter was crying...?"

"M...my lord..." They began shaking like wet chickens.

Then my eyes were covered, and the scent of blood filled the air. I already knew who would do such an act; it was my father.

Suddenly, I was raised up as he stared at me, his deep blue eyes looking into mine, hot tears dripping on his face. The loving eyes he gave me were now filled with worry.

"I didn't mean to do that in your presence, sweetheart... I w...was just angry. I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely, something no one knew he was capable of.

"Dad..dy..." I stammered with hiccups.

He gently hugged me tightly, and I could hear his heartbeat clearly.

"You're not feeling sick, are you?" His voice was so soft that no one would believe he was the same person who killed six maids in just seconds.

I shook my head and went back into his arms.

Just then, my mother panicked upon seeing the scene, but after our eyes met, she sighed in relief.

"You're not hurt, are you?" she asked, still worried.

"No... They're just tamed rogues; they can't harm me," my father responded quickly.

"I wasn't talking to you," she said, annoyed at my father as she took me from his arms, feeling my temperature and wiping my tears.

"We'll talk about this later," she said to my father, looking at the corpses lying on the floor, red.

At this point, I thought I was in a dream, where everything was as it were; nothing changed, just me and my parents. I wished to never wake up. Because after my father's death, I began resenting my mother for being a weak and helpless Luna, only listening to my uncle, until I found out it was all for my sake. Considering her pride, it was out of love she brought herself so low just to keep me safe.

I learned all this after getting married to Nicolas. By that time, it was already too late to make amends; I couldn't save her despite her efforts to protect me.

I buried my face in her chest, something I did out of habit. Her lavender scent filled my nostrils, giving me a sense of relief that everything was real.

They took me out of my bedroom into theirs as they laid me to sleep, but the fear of this being a dream was still there. I was afraid to open my eyes and have everything disappear, returning to how it once was.

"Sweetheart, sleep," my father covered his eyes with his palm, and I began panting heavily. He released me and picked me up, ordering me to call the pack's doctors.

I finally passed out, but I could still hear their worried voices echoing.

Hours later, I opened my eyes only to stare at the chandelier that brightened up the room and listen to the ticking sound of the clock. It was so quiet that I knew it was around midnight. Being alone in the room after recollecting what just happened, I bolted up from the bed, only to meet my small toddler hands.

I pinched myself and felt the pain. There was a knock at the door. I hurriedly laid back down and closed my eyes as if I were still asleep.

The person walked in with steady steps; it had to be a grown man, that I could tell.

The person stopped beside my bed and stared at me for a few minutes, then sat beside me, opening the bedside drawer.

I could hear the shuffling of papers; the person seemed to be looking for someone. I had no idea who it was; I didn't recall their scent. But somehow, it seemed familiar.

My instincts kicked in as I grabbed the person's arms. Still with my eyes closed, I mumbled, "Daddy, I'm thirsty."

I could feel the person flinch, especially as I tightened my grip and began crying in my sleep. My father's instincts seemed to kick in when he heard me crying. Sure enough, he came rushing. I could hear his footsteps, so could the other person, as he quickly threw me to the floor and ran for the window.

But before he could jump, his head was sent flying. It was a gruesome sight to behold for a toddler, but within this body was a woman who had countless blood on her hands, so it was rather thrilling.

In my past life, my dad died when I was nine, but the cause was still unknown until my death. But looking at him now, I understand how he can be targeted by multiple factions.

He was a good warrior, blessed by the moon goddess herself, and a great father—the best leader the Levites had ever seen. No wonder my uncle despised me, as everyone always compared him to my dad.

I couldn't hide the blush from the excitement on my face. Soon enough, my mother rushed in and first covered my eyes before scolding my dad as he lowered his head in guilt. I had to admit I felt bad for him, but somehow he did deserve it for killing in front of a three-year-old.

After her almost thirty-minute scolding session, I was told to wait in the pack's conference room. It was a huge hall and was always brightly lit all year round. It was the only place in our mansion where the lights were never turned off.

I had my dinner there when a maid knocked and informed me I had a guest. Despite my experience as an adult, my toddler self was excited and ordered the guest to be brought in. Soon enough, a green-eyed girl with twin ponytails hopped in, followed by a charming ten-year-old boy who seemed to be chasing after her with a toy Barbie in his hand. For a moment, our eyes met, and I immediately looked away.

I could still remember this was the first time we met in my past life. Because of the incident earlier, all the Alphas were gathered, and this was when that damned prophecy was made that ruined my family.

I suddenly lost my appetite as the maids immediately cleared up the table. The girl in ponytails came up to me.

"Hi... What's your name?"

Her voice was so soft and innocent, but before I could answer, the door swung open as my father and the rest of the Alphas and their direct heirs walked in. As the only princess of the Levites, I sat at the head of the children's table, as it is my territory.

"Joey... why don't you go say hi?" a middle-aged Omega said, pushing her son into the children's table to serve juice.

His name sounded familiar, but his head was bowed, so I couldn't see his face.





Chapter 5


Nicolas POV

Looking in the mirror, I guess I looked good enough to attend an emergency meeting with my father. The news came unannounced; it was a big thing for me as the only direct heir of the Royal pack to attend. I pushed my black hair away from my face. I know if my mom was alive, she'd tell me I need to get it cut. I feel a moment of sadness wash over me, thinking of my mom. Our pack, unlike many other wolf packs, lives among humans. We have our pack house in a very remote location for meetings and celebrations, but we live in a regular high-class neighborhood near Seoul. Three years ago, when I was out with my father on a business trip, someone broke into our house and killed my mother. They never caught the person, so I don't know if it was a human or a shifter, but that hasn't stopped me from trying to find them.


I'm wearing my favorite black jeans and T-shirt. I have always loved the color black, maybe because it always hid the stains from my mother when I got into a fight or played. I just finished putting my shoes on when my friend Elliot came into my bedroom without knocking. Though we're the same age, he's a couple of inches shorter than me, but he has the same light tan and golden eyes as most of our pack do.


"Are you ready?" he asked while flopping onto my bed, which annoyed me as the side was ruffled up thanks to him.


"Yeah. Let's get this over with," I said as I headed towards the door and downstairs. My house is huge and empty, except for the few maids that come around to clean every once in a while. It got even worse after my mom passed, especially with my father's lustful nature.


Due to the long distance between the two leading packs, we had to use a route that goes through a very deep forest. Shape-shifting was unavoidable as it was the fastest way to reach in just an hour. I personally disliked shape-shifting, as there are repercussions on my part. I was unfortunately born with cancer; this was a secret within my family thanks to our werewolf traits, which are superior to that of humans. I'm able to live at most to my early sixties if things go well, which to humans is a complete life. A kidney transplant can save me, but it's not easy to find a person with the same kidney as that of a werewolf.


And no werewolf would be foolish enough to sell one of their kidneys for any reason, as they might die immediately, so for the time being, my situation is helpless. Thanks to our strong sense of smell, we quickly found ourselves out of the forest in an hour as we headed to the Levites mansion, which was located in an even more remote area, far away from humans.


Along the way, my father's beta didn't fail to fill me in on what was happening and why we were going to their mansion. In the first place, I was quite surprised to find out the reason. It seemed suspicious because clearly, it was a threat to not only the Levites but to all the packs together. Suddenly, while we spoke, my father chimed in.


"The Levites have a three-year-old princess. I need you to get as much information as you can from her; the more, the better."


I really wanted to roll my eyes at him; he never spoke to me except to give me orders that would benefit himself, but I have to admit he always did what was best for the pack. I nodded my head, not daring to look into his eyes. His beta patted my back to reassure me.


Soon, we met Alpha Dante, the Alpha of the Moon pack. He was a huge brown-skinned man, together with his wife and son, Morgan. I have met Morgan a few times in the past; though we can't be called friends, we were acquaintances. He came up to me and gave a small bow. I helped him up as we continued our journey. Everyone knew that the Royal and the Levites were the two leading packs followed by the rest, so even in the midst of celebration, we are always shown respect.


We walked for about twelve minutes when we came across the Light pack. This pack is mostly avoided by other packs as they are very creepy in nature; they each have weird special abilities and hence were rejected by the Royals and banned as dangerous. They became outcasts and were hunted down for fun and almost went extinct. Then, luckily for them, the Levites Alpha took them into their territory, giving them protection. But they are still hunted down by the Royals faction.


Seeing them, my father let out a threatening growl. They didn't even flinch because they were well aware that he wouldn't cause them any harm as they were not in our territory, but I was really pissed, especially at their next Alpha, Mirage; his smirk made me very furious.


"Long time," he said, grabbing my arms, almost crushing it with his grip, when my father chimed in, looking at me with disappointment.


Already in the Levites territory, we soon reached their mansion. It was like a huge castle covering up to ten cubic feet, which was only two cubic short of ours, but the design and style were a masterpiece; it was simply fascinating. Guards came out surrounding us as we were led into the mansion, along the magnificent hallway where beautiful paintings of the goddess Selena and the first Alpha of the Levites, together with the Royals, were hung.


This is my first time to visit the Levites Pack. I had heard rumors about their Alpha but never saw him in person. Soon enough, the Alpha of the Levites came up to greet my father. He shook hands with my father, something I had never seen before, as everyone bowed in respect. A great man to his pack, a well-known figure no one dared to mess with: The Alpha of the Levites Pack, Jason Nobel.


I looked at him with admiration, someone who didn't have to bow to my father. His Luna then came along; I had to admit she was a very beautiful woman with clean pale skin and light green eyes. I simply couldn't wait to see their daughter; she must be the most beautiful girl in the entire pack. I came to that conclusion after seeing her parents. I immediately began missing my mom as she looked at me with the same warm smile I always received from my mom.


"You can go join the kids in the conference room first," he said. His voice was powerful yet gentle at the same time; it was merely encouraging. No wonder he was a respected warrior.


A maid came before me and indicated for me to follow her, to which I did, not before my father gave me a stern look reminding me of my goal. Suddenly, a little girl with ponytails bumped into me. Immediately, her maid began apologizing as the little girl ran off. The only word I could describe her was "annoying."


After they disappeared around the corner, I accidentally tripped over, almost falling but stabilizing myself. It's then I realized her doll was at my feet. I picked it up and called out to them, but they seemed to have gotten far.


As we kept walking, I heard a little girl laughing. It was no surprise as she had to be in the mansion, one of the daughters of the Alphas, or perhaps... the Levites princess. She did have green eyes like their Luna.


Upon realizing, I immediately ran after her to return her doll. She was at a distance, but I quickly caught up with her when she entered a room, which I followed. The room was big and spacious; children of different Alphas were seated from one end to the other, including Mirage. I still wonder how his name came about.


The moment I entered the room, I was again greeted with his irritating smirk. I never had a fight with him, but I just felt hatred towards him. Well, it is a mutual dislike. Beside him was a little girl who sat at the head of the table. Our eyes met, but she quickly looked away, which puzzled me.




Chapter 6


Viona POV

I must be dead. That's the only explanation for why I'm lying in the cloud wrapped in the warmest blanket I've ever had. Is this heaven? If it is, please let me stay here. My eyes flew open when the blanket started moving. I get ready to scream until I see my father's blue eyes looking at me. A sense of relief washed over me. Everything from early this morning came rushing back. I glanced towards the window and saw it was daylight. I slept so well; I can't remember the last time that happened.


"Good morning, sweetie," he said, kissing my forehead. I relaxed and smiled. So it wasn't all a dream. Although, maybe it's a dream come true.


"Good morning, Daddy. What time is it?" I ask.


He gave me a chuckle, perhaps wondering what a three-year-old is doing with time. "Why do you have somewhere you want to go?" he questioned me with a smirk.


"No, I just want to know. I mean, I'm usually woken by the maids or a nightmare, so I just thought I overslept," I reply. Already in his arms, I feel more alive than ever. Even in my past life, he always loved to carry me in his arms. After he died, no one ever lifted me in their arms. Except Nicolas, who rushed me to the hospital after losing our child.


"It's after nine. You did wake up several times overnight, but your mother put you back to sleep before you were fully awake. Can you tell me what causes your nightmares?" My dad looked into my eyes, and I looked away. There are so many things that cause my nightmares; where do I start?


I couldn't tell him about the prophecy, nor about my past, or the fact he might die.


"I don't remember," I said hurriedly, hiding my face in the nape of his neck. I felt hot tears flowing from my eyes. I knew he could feel it too, but he said nothing and just stroked my back softly.


After a few minutes, everything was quiet except for my soft breathing. Thinking I was asleep, my mom walked in.


"Did she tell you anything?" she asked.


I could feel my father shake his head as my mom sighed in worry.


"I'll call the doctor," she said and left disappointed.


"Don't worry, sweetie. I won't force you to tell me. I'm always ready when you want to talk." His words touched me deeply; no one loved me more than my dad. I began sobbing badly; he just hugged me tighter until I fell asleep.


After I Woke Up

Again, outside the window, it was twilight, but there was a candle in the room. I got up from my bed and lifted the candle; only then did I realize I wasn't the only person in the room. My father was working at his desk while watching over me. For two days now, I have slept in their bedroom, giving them no time for themselves. I feel guilty, but I'm not returning anytime soon. At least not until the Royals leave our mansion.


Bumping into Nicolas or Flora is the last thing I want. I jumped down from the bed and ran to my father's side. He was signing some documents on his desk; he stroked my hair and lifted me onto his thighs. I sat there quietly as he continued his work.


From time to time, I asked him questions, and he was patient enough to answer every single one of them. I nodded in awe at his knowledge.


"Daddy?" I called.


"Hmmm," he hummed, still focused on the papers.


"How long are the other packs going to be in our house?"


He paused for a second, then dropped the pen and moved the documents. He sat me on the desk in front of himself and asked me, "You don't like the Royals pack?" To which I gave a small nod, thinking he would be upset. He smiled and patted my head.


"I don't like them either, but we need them. And we need to be in alliance with them in order to protect our kind. The vampires are our enemies, and the witches are siding with the humans against us. If we are at war even within ourselves, how would we stand a chance to win?"


His words opened my eyes; he was right. I was married to Nicolas in my previous life to join the two leading packs together. But I was rejected and killed even before the war began. I didn't live long enough to witness it, so I don't know the trigger and how to prevent it, that is if it even happened. I didn't even know; there was no one to turn to.


My father studied my face in silence for a minute. I became nervous if he would figure something out, but he just brought me down to his thighs as he continued signing the documents.


"You don't have to worry about anything or be afraid of anyone. If anyone bothers you or troubles you, apart from killing, do whatever you want. I'll handle the rest." My father was such a person; he'll always handle the problems of the pack with care and understanding. I was afraid of troubling and bothering him in my past life, so I kept all the bullying I received to myself. But this time, I'll make each and everyone who hurt me pay.


'Technically, I can kill but shouldn't be found out.' "What are you thinking?"


My father's voice slapped me out of my thoughts as he stared at me with prying eyes. Only then did I realize how senselessly I was smiling.


I chuckled and jumped from his thighs out of the room. I bumped into a maid right outside the door; she wore the Levites Pack outfit, but I didn't recognize her.


She came up to me and bowed; I nodded my head and passed by, not without gazing back. I looked for my mother only to find out she was in the west wing of the mansion.


As huge as the mansion is, it is divided into four wings. Our pack lives in the North wing; the rest, at least 130 Alphas of the different packs, temporarily reside in the other wings respectively.


On getting to the west wing, I saw Elliot talking to another member. He is a light-tanned boy with golden eyes, a unique feature of the direct Royals. He is the son of the Royals' beta, a cheerful yet arrogant aide; he was an understanding kin.


I just hoped to walk past him, but he suddenly blocked my path. "Where do you think you are going...?" he asked.


"I'm looking for my mother." He smirked at my words and turned to his partner beside him as they both laughed.


I immediately slapped him for his mockery. Their expression suddenly changed; a slap from a three-year-old is naturally ineffective, but what about a slap from a former assassin?


It was unexpected, so he didn't dodge. I can see his cheek immediately swell up. It was not a pleasant sight to behold.


His partner just stared in shock, and soon his father appeared. He was the beta of the Royals, standing before me. He still held the strong aura of a warrior he always did. The only person who stood by and tried to protect me in my previous life, Mr. Carter.





Chapter 7


Viona Pov

He is a muscular man, the same light tan skin and golden eyes as his son. He first sized me up, then turned his head to his son and touched his swollen cheek. I know he could find the heat from the slap, but what can he do? This is my mansion.


"I apologize for my son's lack of manners towards little princess Viona," he said on one knee with a light bow. Everyone was shocked, I had to admit, as protective as he is, I at least expected him to give an explanation, but the scenario has changed.


"Hmph...!" I hummed arrogantly, not to Mr. Carter, but to Elliot, who looked like he was about to faint. He was the first to bully me in this alliance; I have to make him remember. "Mr. Carter, your son made a mockery of my words?" I complained.


Now, just imagine a three-year-old saying that. I was a little embarrassed as the words sounded cute and funny instead of dominating. He took my hand that was red from the force of the slap, bringing it close to his lips. He pecked it, making me blush. I immediately took my hand away and ran off. I had no idea why I did that, but I just wanted to leave there.


Deep down, I wanted to return and apologize. That was until I heard Nick's voice. I quickened my pace as fast as my legs could carry me and fled. It was cowardly of me, I know, but I just don't have the stamina to face him.


Not long after, I found my mother. She was in a conversation with the Royal Pack Alpha, Mr. Jones. He turned his attention to me with a smile. My mother then also noticed my presence. I smiled at them. If only my mom remembered what he did to her, she would stab him on sight, but still, I wouldn't let him continue to talk to her.


I immediately ran into her arms as she picked me up. I began wailing loudly. "I want daddy!..." My cry was so loud it attracted attention.


"Okay... okay, let's go." My mother was always quick to give in to my tantrums. Her legs were longer and faster than mine, so we arrived in half an hour. Such distance was nothing to a she-wolf who had battled and torn apart ten betas in her teens.


"Mommy... do you like that Mr. Jones?" I asked, looking into her eyes.


"Alpha Jones?"


I nodded, still watching her expression.


"Not really, but he and your dad were sworn brothers since young, so... he's more or less family," she answered. "Seriously speaking, sweetie, I'm not really fond of him, and I'd like you to keep your distance also," she said.


"Okay," I nodded again, and it earned me a peck on the cheek, something I always loved. "That's my good baby," she complimented.


On reaching our wing, a ruckus was caused by a maid who spilled water on a Levite pack member, claiming it was an accident. As expected, my mom went to resolve the conflict, leaving me by myself again. Though I didn't mind, it was quite annoying looking for someone who is always busy with one thing or the other.


Soon enough, the matter was resolved, and the maid was punished. Shortly after, as if we were being followed, Mr. Jones appeared with Nick at his right and Mr. Carter and Elliot on his left side. They watched the whole scene and apologized to the maid. Everyone knows it won't end easily for the maid as she caused a scene.


"We'll take it from here, Mrs. Noble. She's my maid; I'll take care of it," he insisted on taking the maid away. From a distance, I noticed she is also the maid I kept across earlier. Her height is different from that of the Levites Pack maids. But what could she have been doing...? Collecting intel? I forget they were like the intelligence system in the human race.


In the midst of the quarrel, my mom stood her ground, fighting tooth and nail to investigate the maid. She was still kneeling on the ground in fright, as bold as the royals were. I bet she didn't expect the other maid to retaliate, hitting her more than once. They were both maids, but one wanted to find superiority. Come to think about it, what was she doing in the Levites wing in the first place?


Slapping...! I heard the slapping from a distance. Coming in that direction was Morgan, the Alpha of the Light Pack, together with his son, Mirage. Immediately, displeasure flashed across the faces of the royals. They hated the Lights to no end. Especially Nicolas' face was twisted. I'm unable to give if it was the natural dislike of the pack or a personal feud. With the way he stared daggers into the smiling Mirage, I have to admit even at this age, Nicolas and Mirage were the most good-looking males from each pack, especially as they had a competitive spirit.


Though Mirage looks quite off, he didn't have the same features as the other members. He is said to have a resemblance to his late mother, a woman no one knew of except their Alpha, as he refused to disclose information about her. Morgan stood before the already formed crowd and addressed the obvious no one dared to say.


"I believe the west wing is on the left, or am I wrong...?" He was obviously taunting Jones for his lack of control over his members.


"No, father," Mirage's voice echoed in the quiet crowd as the tension kept building up. He and Nicolas always took the spotlight in every event and gathering, both secret and public. They had the largest and most global companies, so they are always compared.


"Oh... I wonder what they are doing here?" No one could leave despite wanting to. I was already getting bored of the back-and-forth tauntings.


"I believe the packs were separated to avoid such conflict. I wonder who instigated this." After his words, there were whispers in the crowd. It's not difficult to pick up on what was said with a wolf's hearing ability.


I was starting to doze off. My mother noticed and was about to send me with a maid when someone pulled me out of her arms. I was surprised and didn't resist at first. I was carried by Uncle Morgan, which I didn't mind, but began struggling when I was handed to Mirage, who was smiling, but I know better than to trust a smiling wolf.


I was flinging my feet and trying to kick him, wishing my mom would take me back, but despite his smiling face, his grip was tight. I noticed Nicolas, who seemed to be about to explode, but my problem was how to get out of his grip. He noticed and tightened his grip even more, though not enough to suffocate me.


"I'll take her inside," he said to my mom, who had a grateful look. Yes, she trusted the Light Pack as she was one of them. She can be said to be the main reason they could join the Levites in their most desperate times when all hope was lost.


"Thank you, Mirage." I stared in shock at my mom, who looked relieved that I was in good hands. I would have preferred Nick because I know his nature, but Mirage was an unpredictable bastard, cruel to the core. I never had any close contact with him in my past life, but from the rumors, he was a luxurious psychopath, a torture machine in human form, a heartbreaker... and so on. I particularly never had any interest in him, not then, not now, not ever.


Immediately we got into the North Wing corridor, his smile suddenly disappeared. I wasn't surprised. He has had a psychopathic nature since young, and now the only thing left was my disgust towards him. I have to admit I never liked him even a bit.


He immediately dropped me, unprepared. I landed on my butt; it took almost all my willpower not to cry. I stared at him only to meet a face full of hatred towards me. He ignored me and stood at the pillar, still directing his gaze and listening to what was happening in the yard.


I had no choice but to leave myself, which I did, but I still ended up back at the corridor like I was walking in circles, or did I miss my way in my own house? I turned and stared daggers at Mirage, who wasn't even paying attention to me.


"Hey... hey!" He still refused to give me attention. I intended to run back to my mother, but it felt like an invisible force kept pulling me back to his side. I almost began sobbing but refused the urges of a three-year-old to cry when not given what I wanted. I can do that in front of my dad, though, but this bastard? No way.


After a while, he picked me up again, without my consent. I tried to headbutt him, but he just stared at me in frustration, like he would rather be there than here, but the feeling was mutual. My sleep was more important.


"Let's go!"


"Brat!" I yelled at him. He just chuckled, not in an amused manner, though. More like I was getting on his last nerve.





Chapter 8


Mirage POV

At the Hospital

In an empty and quiet corridor, faint and sorrowful sobs trailed from the restroom. I looked up to find it was the ladies' restroom. Who was crying?


I stepped inside to see a fragile-looking lady in a red princess gown; she looked like she was in her early twenties. I couldn't see her face, but she felt too familiar to ignore.


"Do I know you?" I asked.


She paused for a moment, then turned to me. Her tear-filled eyes made her look so pitiful that I was speechless. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.


"But why are you crying?"


She looked in my direction but didn't say a word, and suddenly the restroom door barged open, and a young man in his thirties walked in.


"I thought I told you to apologize...?" the man asked in a scolding tone.


The woman bit her lips till they bled but didn't say a word back.


"Why are you doing this to me?... I'm your wife," the woman spoke as the man was about to leave.


"Stop playing the victim and take responsibility for your mistakes... Coward," he used a light tone and left the room. Only then did I realize he couldn't see me as he walked right through me.


The woman immediately began throwing up, and her gown was dyed a deeper color of red as the smell of blood filled the room. She became motionless after a while, and I panicked that she was dead. I ran up to her, but I couldn't touch her.


Soon, the man returned holding another woman by the hand.


"Don't worry, she's going to apologize," he assured the woman as he pulled her into the restroom to find his wife unconscious.


Even a fool could tell the man was biased towards his mistress and treated his own wife badly.


"I hate trash like this." I tried to leave but couldn't. Suddenly, at that moment, a blind light appeared surrounding the unconscious woman, and then I saw a very thin red thread that connected the man to the woman suddenly snap.


The thread then dangled freely, as if released from a cage. Everything turned blurry and slowly faded. I found myself in an empty space void of light and sound.


"What's happening?" I asked.


"Mirage... Mirage, wake up! We have to go!" I heard someone shouting in my ears, and I suddenly opened my eyes.


Our eyes met Lilah, a young female rogue my father saved on a trip. She was usually quiet, so I didn't bother with her.


"What's going on?" I asked, holding my throbbing head as it suddenly began aching.


She filled me in on most of the details. I let her stay by myself because she was especially smart and knew her place.


"Is my dad ready...?" I asked.


"Yes, and he requested to see you in ten minutes," she said, and I dismissed her to get ready. I knew we were heading to the Levites Pack, a well-known pack filled with warriors. They were the only pack that took us in and protected us inside their territory after a fallout we heard with the Royals.


My father was very fond of their Luna, even adopting her as a younger sister when they were little. Everyone knew it was the sole reason our pack was saved even after being hunted for years.


I wasn't born then, so I don't know the full details, especially when my father seems to be intentionally keeping things from me. In short, everything pisses me off.


"Master, it's time...!" Lilah's voice echoed outside the door, and I stepped out.


Her head was bowed when I passed by. I walked downstairs and met my father and his beta. They paused their conversation at my arrival.


I greeted as usual. For some reason, his beta seems to dislike me, but I don't care. As long as he doesn't cross the boundaries. By the way, I have been tired of seeing his face for a while, and it's not something I would miss.


"Let's go..." My father took the lead into the forest. He shifted, as did his beta and the few others that followed. I could only watch; I was blessed with super speed and strength, but I couldn't shift; that was something some late members used to tease me about.


I had some other secret abilities, like night vision, where I could see over two thousand miles away. Like how I could now see our least favorite pack in the world a few miles behind us.


I mind-linked my father, informing him as we formed a defense stand. Thanks to the fact we actually lived within the territory, we had the advantage of more wolf power than them. As they slowly approached, we stood to welcome them. Their next Alpha immediately caught my attention. I couldn't help comparing strength. I held his hand tightly, hoping he would break free, as other younger Alphas chose to do. I expected better, but he didn't even try to budge, just staying steel. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was in pain. But I didn't need to speak and just stayed silent.


I let him go. Soon, the Levites Pack Commander arrived with his soldiers as they led us towards the mansion. It was unique and mesmerizing in its own style.


The Alpha heir gathered at a table. I wasn't interested, so I didn't attend, but everyone's clothes were dirty except mine and the princess's. Why were everyone else's clothes dirty, or was I seeing things?


I could feel the gaze of most of the young Alphas as they patiently awaited the demise of their fathers.


I badly wanted to let them know that I was scolded to be here. My eyes roamed the table until they met that of a little girl; she was staring at me with wide eyes. I don't mingle with people outside my pack, so I couldn't have possibly met her somewhere.


I moved my gaze to the other end of the table. For once, I saw something that actually interested me: the little princess avoiding a young Royal's gaze. I could see the puzzlement on his face as he at most didn't expect it.


A smirk unknowingly formed on my face. I then noticed her bending over. I tried to observe more, but my line of sight was blocked.


The place was brightly lit, and there was food and drinks except on the princess's side. Then the Alpha of the Levites walked in. With one pull, he lifted her into his arms; she giggled happily and left the table. From start to finish, the little girl was still staring at me. It began to annoy me. I naturally would have just killed her, but to be at this table, one must be the next heir, and killing her was not an option.


I stood up and left the table. I walked outside the room as Lilah stood there waiting for me. "We're leaving," I announced and walked forward with her following behind me.


Upon reaching our assigned wing, just outside the room given to my father, I began hearing whispers. Upon entering the room, everywhere went quiet. It was no surprise to me, but that didn't mean I was comfortable with it.



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