Fated To Alpha Garrett

Lyssa

Rumours had it that many years ago, my family and pack were killed in a fight when I was still a baby. But then, the silver heart pack, where I call home today, carried and took care of me. Their Alpha King and Queen treated me so nicely as their own but though their only child, princess Isabella always felt threatened by my presence. She's always jealous that her parents treated me so well than herself and she fears that I might win her parents' trust. She also fears that she would be seen as the bad child while I am the good one. Isabella and I are of the same age but she's a month older.

Early this morning, I had just woken up, trying to rub the sleep off my eyes when suddenly, there was a knock on my door.

The door swung open, and a group of palace servants entered, bearing a beautifully decorated cake, singing "Happy Birthday Song" as they approached me.

The sight filled my heart with overwhelming joy, and tears of happiness trickled down my cheeks.

I took hold of the knife placed atop the cake.

With the servants eagerly surrounding me with smiling faces, I cut into the cake. Each of them took their portion. It's my birthday, December 23rd. I'm finally 21 years old.

As the day progressed, later at night, while I was sleeping, I heard a voice.

"Wake up, sleepy head." By the sound of the voice, my eyes fluttered open. Standing before me was Isabella.

I glanced at the wall clock, only to discover that it was 10:50 PM.

I wondered why Isabella had come to me by this time of the day.

"My princess?" I called, watching her approach me. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me out into the cold and lonely night while I tried to struggle out of her grip but then, I didn't succeed. What wrong have I done this time?

Soon, we got to a clearing where I saw other werewolves of my age gathered in a circle. She pushed me to the floor and I fell in their midst and I could hear them mock-laughing at me.

"Happy birthday, weak," they all laughed and cheered in a mocking way as I looked at my arm and realised I had gotten a scratch from the fall.  

I tried to leave their midst, but then, they kept pulling me back. At this point, I knew I could not escape from their torture. The Alpha King and his Queen, who were supposed to be my saviour, had left for a ceremony two days ago and would be returning at dawn.