Eva and the lycan king

Hurry up bitch! You think I got the whole time in the world for this shit you are doing?"

That's Evelyn, my half-sister. Being a half-sister would have been like she treated me like a sister—at least half the time—but that isn't the case. So far, all she has done is yell at me, pull me by the hair, call me all sorts of names, and ditch around the phone. Her fingerprints are still on my left cheek for trying to talk back at her—what a stupid thing for me to do.

As a matter of fact, she lived to cause me pain. Every breath she took sent a shiver down my spine and her only source of pleasure was found in tormenting me; and it would be unfair to call her a half-sister.

But since I was adopted by some wicked parents who were no different from her—they are worse—there isn't any choice than accept the cruel card dealt on me by the moon goddess.

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time. That's the only thing I could do. Not much. In fact, nothing. Even at this, I still need to be careful. I wouldn't want to lock eyes with the contemptuous face she wore. My skin, although pale, was already littered with scars and bruises and I don't think it needs any right now. Besides, a few hours from now, I would be walking down the aisle with a complete stranger.

Yes. A total stranger because my good-for-nothing adopted parents didn't see it fit to break the identity of whoever I'm marrying.

But I have no problem with that. I am used to being treated like trash. Well, being a trash would have been better since they are left alone, and left to rot in the bins but that isn't my case. And Evelyn, rather than help me get ready for the unfortunate wedding, happening on an unfortunate day, all she has actually done is piss me off. But her words meant nothing to me unlike when they did some thirteen years ago.

Bitch.

I hissed and scowled at the face that carried two big green eyes. Damn. My hair wouldn't behave despite trying to subdue it. I sigh with frustration to the reflection staring back at me. Maybe a ponytail would be better but considering I'm going to a wedding, I shoved the thought aside. Perhaps it should just dangle. And I brushed a few more times to make my non-presentable face look presentable.

A wave of relief washed down my body. The hair looks good. So far, I look presentable. Evelyn kept talking to some goddamned lover on the other end of the line. Not like I cared by the way. I'm grateful she let me be, at least I got to do my thing without any fear of intimidation or control.

I managed to subdue the hair that wouldn't behave. I've been dragged by it some hours ago by the same lady who is responsible for seeing me ready. My green eyes stared back at me from the reflection.

Unlike when I was fifteen, they now glow more. It seems as if my age made all the difference.

And the last is the light blue gown that dripped down my slim posture, the only thing I got for my eighteenth birthday which happened a month ago. I am not entirely sure if this is my God-given posture considering the fact that I haven't tasted anything for the past twenty-four hours. Thanks to Mrs Rex, the Luna, and assisted by her good-for-nothing daughter, who made sure I did the dishes and mop the floors before anything else. I just finished mopping the floors when Alpha Rex walked in. Looking pissed as always, he then instructed his daughter who has always been a thorn in my flesh to make sure I get ready as soon as possible. Of the choices he had, and of all the ladies in Eastwood park, he saw it fit to pick Evelyn. And I think he did that on purpose.

"I think I'm good," I mumbled. My ears could hear the bitch talking on the phone with someone I guess would be Kylan, the guy who couldn't take his eyes off my body even though he is set to get married to a sexy devil. Thank goodness for my wolf who had appeared the night of the full moon after my eighteenth birthday. And I snarled to make him back off.

Even though it showed up late, I'm still grateful it did. At least now I have something to call upon whenever I'm locked up for making someone slip over as a result of my mopping, or when I get pounced on by Evelyn. I'm always her punching bag if she wakes at the wrong side of the bed, or if she had a rough day at school.

Evelyn was still doing her talking so I didn't dare interrupt. Her duty is to make sure I don't delay whoever is waiting for me. Although she must see me outside after, her presence made me choke. But there is still one thing missing when I glanced around my reflection

The bracelet.

It's the only thing that followed me to Eastwood. And the rag I wore on my body. And of course the two bare-footed legs that carried me down here. I smiled when my eyes got hold of a scar. The dark spot, visible like it happened yesterday. I picked up the bracelet and smiled once more. Even though my life is miserable, there were still moments I could smile upon. And the first day I saw Evelyn is one of such moments, which only brought back the bravery of my five-year old self. The brave girl who had stood up to Evelyn that very night.

The thing is, Evelyn has always been a thorn on my flesh from the very day I set eyes on her. I had wandered through the woods for hours when I stumbled upon a door that swung open. Someone had finished preparing dinner when I came into the kitchen. And my five year old self who hadn't tasted anything for hours did nothing but devour the food.

Evelyn snuck up behind me and attempted to swing a huge stick which would have left me dead. But my instincts were quick, and my left arm came in the way.

Even with the pain on my arm, I gave in, a fight that saw both the dishes and the other kitchen utensils flying around.