Unlucky Princess

“All you have to do is brew a coffee, you idiot!” Frank Gore smacked me over the head with the back of his hand.

He was more frightening and intimidating than Cranon. He was tall and huge, more muscular, and had a brown scary eye. He was the leader of the warriors since Cranon took the throne.

Red Moon Pack, is the name of the pack that was once mine.

The warriors cared for no one except themselves and their petty mates.

Cranon had more slaves than pack members, we were all packed up like sardines in here, pushing and shoving among ourselves on who gets to be sold out first.

To us, we became business for him his political games.

I wasn’t lucky, I was never sold.

Cranon kept me by his side, tortured me, sexually harassed me, and make my mouth his fuck holes.

Frank grabbed a few strands of my hair and pulled me backward from where I was looking for the coffee beans. Away from my thoughts. He held a lighter in his hand and was able to flicker it so he would light the cigarette.

I shuddered at the sight of the fire flickering.

“I couldn’t find the bean-“ I sputtered, going further away from him. He lift his hands to hit me on and I cowered behind the door of the kitchen. Not because I was scared that he was gonna hit me, I was scared of the lighter in his hands.

I knew what the fire did to me.

“You’re useless.” He scorned and retreated his hands when he saw me staring fearfully at him and turned his blazing gaze away from my face.

It wasn’t a new word to me, I was used to it.

“Get out of my sight or I end up killing you before you get to—“ He stopped himself and breathed out. His eyes grew darker and he growled at me.

“Get out.”

I knew I had to flee than annoy him.

I darted out through the door only to hit my head on the hard chest of someone.

“Where to pup...?” Cranon smirked and grabbed me by the hands. I gulped down the lump in my throat.

”We should have you get ready, we’re moving out tonight we should be there before midnight.” He smiled that didn’t cross his eyes.

I bite my side cheek and tried to squirm out of his hold but he only pulled me closer.

I felt disgusted.

“Why are you so sad, isn’t this what you wanted to get away from me?” He taunted with cocky brows.

“...now you’ll go far away from me, I’m doing the best thing for your birthday ain’t I should a great uncle!” He laughed and let go of my arm. I glared at him.

Uncle, that was the name I called him when I was younger. And now I’ve spent five years in hell with him.

“You’ll be a sweet present to the lycan king” He chuckled and began to walk into the hallway.

“Get her.” He ordered the guards that were standing and they became to come to me. But I was still numb.

He was giving me as a gift to a Lycan?

What kind of gift would I be to him?

I knew nothing about them and the fear of the unknown was beginning to hit me.

This wasn’t the birthday I wished for.

I thought I would get new clothes, have a bath and some food when he said I should get ready. A gift should look nice.

But I was wrong yet again.

He had me locked up in the dark dungeon, chains around my neck and my feet. There would be no escape. The torn rag on my body was still on. The scars from every whiplash I got were exposed. I do not heal fast as the wolves do. So my back was covered in sores and strokes.

“It’s time.”

“We should crown her!” I heard the guards outside the dungeon titter.

“We should.” One of them laughed and I heard the door open, I lift my head and saw them coming into the dungeon, they surrounded me, three of them with a sheepish grin.

I crawled to get away from them but there was no escape from them. One of them held me firmly and I wasn’t able to move.

“We crowned her, the princess of Red Moon Pack.” They laughed.

“It’s not Red Moon pack...” the one who had brought up the suggestion said. He was in the middle of them.

“She’s the last of her clan, the White Wolf Pack.” He smirked and the others chuckled. I stared at him when he said those words and the tears were threatening to spill but I wasn’t gonna let them.

And, I felt the crown made of thorn forced into my head.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my body shuddered at the pain of the thorn that pierced me.

“All hail!”

They laughed louder and I was pulled up from my feet as they mocked me.

This was life for me for the past five years, and I don’t think it was gonna get any better.

Because I was...unlucky.

We trudge over the hills, and I was in chains, and the crown that was on my head was taken off my Cranon. He left before we did, while he got in the comfort of cars, I was deep in the woods.

My feet were tired and sore since I’d been walking for hours and my sight was getting blurry.

I was starving, I was hungry to the point that I feel like I was dying.

“We’re here!”

I looked around, I saw light illuminating the house kept in the woods, I could hear the sound of drums. And a few chants.

I was pushed forward, wondering where the hell I was being taken to.

It wasn’t just a house as I thought, when we got closer, it was a mansion that was awash with gold and silver paintings, it was magnificent with a satisfying height.

I heard Lana growls fearfully and withdrew herself. I guess she felt it too, the aura in here.

We got through the black giant gate and saw expansive mansion with sprawling green lawns and perfectly manicured gardens surrounding the grand building. The space is large enough to accommodate a small crowd, the atmosphere is electric with anticipation.

I don’t care what they were expecting.

Everyone turned their head in our direction and the noises quieted down.

I could feel a thousand eyes on me.

I was making such a glorious entry, wasn’t I?

I didn’t look around as I was being pulled with the chains like an animal. I buried my head to the ground. I had nothing to be ashamed of and then I was forced to my knees.

“I brought her as I promised. Your slave my king and I would keep bringing more any time you requested one. But this is a gift to you.” Cranon who had been waiting for us to arrive bowed his head in submission, I had never seen him bow to anyone before and that had increased my curiosity and I looked at Cranon.

“...your slave.” I saw the small smile lingering on his lips when he stared at me out of the corner of his eyes.

I averted my gaze away from him, now to the man he called king.

It was easy to sort him out, he wears a long, flowing robe made of rich fabrics like velvet or silk, embroidered with intricate designs and embellished with gold or silver accents. The robe is draped over his shoulders and fastened at the waist with a jeweled belt.

The crown is made of polished metal and features bold, geometric shapes instead of the typical ornate designs.

His shoes are made of polished leather and are adorned with subtle metal accents.

The demeanor, the cold aura that speaks even before his lips open. His brows were knotted together in a small puzzle frown, and his cognac eyes stared at me. His pointed nose and thin lips were well-squared jaws.

He looked so unreal, that I thought he was from a Greek god from a book mother was always reading to me each night.

His eyes suddenly darkened and a low growl escaped his throat. I brought my head down from his gaze, I was so scared that I could not look up twice.

“A pretty slave.” Cranon caressed my hair with his fingers, with an annoying smile. I bite the side of my cheek.

“...for the Lycan King.” He muttered.