Ch-1
Pain!
Betrayal!
Hurt!
What else do we say when our family hurts us? But when they have no choice to do this, how do we react?!
We expect a lot from the family who loved us, but in the end, they give us nothing but pain.
What do you feel when you experience that?
Now our Adira Elisaveta was in this situation.
A heart-wrenching pain. It's the only thing that she could feel.
What happened to her? Where exactly did it start?
Yeah… it started from her ancestor’s time and now… as the descendant of those greedy ancestors… she has to atone for their sins.
When she remembered the words of her brother Wilfred Elisaveta, her chest throbbed with pain. Didn’t her brother love her? How could he do this to her? But on second thought, he has been left with no choice again. She could not blame him nor others. But her ancestors, if they were good, this wouldn’t have arisen.
But they were dead, she couldn’t do anything to dead people. But amidst all these things, she didn’t understand one thing. That’s… why her? There were a lot of women in the kingdom, and there were a lot of packs under their kingdom… but why her? At the thought of her burning future, she felt like her soul was being crushed into pieces. So this was how it feels to be sold out by her own family.
Tears streamed out of her eyes as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The person in the mirror looked oddly unfamiliar in her twenty years of life. The person looked too beautiful but why was she so unfamiliar. She lived with this body for many years… everyone envied her beauty even when she wore no makeup… but today she wore it. She looked unfamiliar and beautiful. But now… she was not in the position to admire her beauty. The thought of the night party made her stomach churn.
Adira Elisaveta, the Princess of the Werewolf empire, sat in front of her mirror with her tear-stricken face.
With hazel eyes, her fleshy cute, chubby cheeks, small chin, plump lips, round face, button nose, and fair skin. She looked like an angel.
But oddly today, her hazel eyes looked lifeless, her lips never stopped trembling from last night, her hands clasped together, there are no creases on her face. She felt quiet, it was too quiet.