From Hidden Scars to Lycan Queen

Chapter 5 The Humiliation of the West Wing

Word Count: 882 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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ed and dampness clung to the walls. I didn't argue. I didn't screa

dropping, though her eyes darted around. Aden, however, looked furious. His jaw clenched tightly; hi

gging my agonizing leg across the cobblestones. Each step

er," Gideon, had built it for me when I still believed in this family's love. I paused for a he

amp, and isolated from the warmth of the main hous

cot and a wobbling wooden table. The narrow window looked directly out on

oorway, her voice thick with pity. "I'll fetch a

soon as the door clicked closed, my mask of indiffe

. With trembling fingers, I pushed up the hem of my blood-stained trousers. My ankle was a horrific sight

w enough about injuries to understand the reality: if I didn't treat

e adjacent corridor. It wasn't far, perhaps a few d

ack toward the main building. I was only halfway across the courtyard, gasping for breath,

epping into my space. "Shouldn't you be locked up in your

reaction. I ignored his taunt, keeping my

er, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Did you hear me when I spoke to you?" he roared, shaking me. "Parad

ice low, vibrating with a cal

apologize for disrespecting my Mother!"

air. I tilted my head, meeting his gaze. "Make me kneel? You?

is restraint. His eyes went wild, r

on, he shoved me. Hard. B

catch myself. A gasp escaped my lips

th me, taking the brunt of the impact. The world exploded in a supernova

, I saw Aden standing frozen, staring down at me. The rage in his ey

Gods, what a

ones. I didn't even have to turn my

Elna, stood only a few feet away, her hands pressed

my lips. Another spectator had arrived for our little play. They thought they were breaki

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Shirlee Melnick Werewolf

“For sixteen years, I was the cherished noble lady of the Powers Werewolf Manor, spoiled and treasured by everyone around me. But a sudden truth shattered everything I had-I was not of Powers bloodline. After the truth came out, all the love and favor that once belonged to me was completely taken away. The Lord and Lady Powers poured all their tenderness on Corie, their long-lost biological daughter. For Corie's sake, the people who had once doted on me stood by coldly as she framed me and got me wrongfully accused of crimes. They stripped me of my noble status and exiled me to the brutal Blackore Mines, where I was enslaved for three entire years. No one cared for me, no one asked after my wellbeing. Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The Powers couple, who had abandoned me cruelly, came crying to me to repent. "Kara, we were wrong. Come home with us." My arrogant and domineering elder brother Aden knelt outside my small cottage all night, begging me in a low, humble voice. "Kara, can you forgive me?" Derrick came to me covered in fresh, hideous unhealed scars, worn out from endless hardships. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and longing. "Kara, I'm sorry. Be my mate again." But my heart had died long ago, buried in those endless dark torments and repeated desperate disappointments over the three years. Feel anything for them? I let out a cold laugh. My heart had long withered and turned to dust, without a shred of warmth left. Later, I met someone who loved me wholeheartedly and unconditionally. He protected me at all costs and gave me a peaceful, joyful life I had never had before. Watching me live a happy and stable life, all those who had hurt and wronged me could only stand far away, too timid to take a single step closer. Drowned in remorse and cowardice, they lived in fear that one day, they would even lose the right to watch me from afar for the rest of their lives.”