The Uriel Kingdom was one of the known Werewolf kingdoms among the twelve werewolf kingdoms. Today, a grand feast was organized to celebrate the 18th birthday of the princess of Uriel Kingdom, Winter Uriel.
Winter looked at herself in the mirror. The light royal purple gown made with silk fabric with puffed lacy sleeves around the wrists, perfectly fit her body. The pearl necklace around her neck had the most precious pearls in it. The diamond tiara on her head further embellished her princess look.
However, Winter's face was expressionless. Being the daughter of the werewolf king, she had everything except love. Her father, King Ezkiel, abused Winter since childhood. Not only he, but the entire kingdom hated her.
The reason for their hatred was the unexpected death of their Luna. Everyone blamed Winter for her mother's death. She was seen with eyes of disgust.
However, it was not Winter's fault that her mother died. It was an accident and she happened to be a part of it. Her mother's death was more traumatic for her than for the people of her kingdom.
Today's feast was not either organized to celebrate her coming of age, but a bigger dirty motive was hidden behind it.
King Ezkiel wanted to sell off his own daughter to the neighboring kingdom's nobles so that a peaceful relationship would be maintained between them.
Thinking all this, Winter's eyes filled with tears and she remembered her mother. "I miss you, Mother," she said in an extremely low voice.
The door opened and an old lady, Lady Emma walked in. With a stoic expression on her, she asked, "Is Princess Winter ready?"
Winter took a deep breath and turned to look at Lady Emma.
"Yes. I am ready," Winter said and put on a fake smile on her lips.
Hiding the pain underneath that smile, she entered the grand hall where everyone was present.
King Ezkiel, who was holding the glass of wine in his hand, looked in the direction of his daughter."King Ezkiel's daughter has grown into a fine woman," one of the nobles said with a smirk on his lips.
Winter gazed at her father, who was surrounded by the nobles whom she had seen for the first time. They didn't look lesser than barbarians about whom she had read in the books. She lowered her gaze and slowly walked to her father.
Stopping in front of her father, Winter curtsied to him and then stood straight. However, she kept her gaze on the red carpet on the floor.
"A very happy 18th birthday to the Princess of Uriel," the same noble said.
"Thank you," was all could Winter reply.
Ezkiel told the nobles that they should take their respective seats around the tables. The nobles bowed to him while the King went to the other side to sit on the throne. Winter felt alone and isolated. Her father didn't wish her and it upset her.
She thought to walk around and somehow, succeeded in hiding among all those people. Even though, it was an occasion for her, when her own father wasn't interested in this celebration, then why would others bother? However, some of the people would wish her and she would thank them with a tiny and fake smile.
Lady Emma asked Winter not to roam around and stay near her father.
"I don't like the presence of nobles around Father. It makes me uncomfortable." Earlier, their mere gazes made it unbearable for Winter to stay close to her father.
"Princess Winter is supposed to get married soon. The King may get furious at her later," Emma elucidated her.
Winter didn't want to get married. When those nobles looked so terrifying, what would their kind would be like? The mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine.
However, she could not either express these thoughts in front of her father. Winter had not forgotten the slap that she got three days ago just because she asked her father why he hated her.
A servant whispered something in Lady Emma's ear and she had to excuse herself.
Winter looked at the people smiling and wondered when she would be happy.
At that moment, she got a strange scent. She never felt such a thing ever before. Her eyes moved around the grand hall to find its source.
Winter walked ahead gradually as the scent kept getting stronger. She halted in her steps when her eyes landed on a man coming from the main entrance of the grand hall. That aura of his would make any woman go weak on his knees.
The moment this strange man's emerald green eyes landed on her, she knew he was his mate. The strong attraction she felt toward the man, filled her with a euphoric feeling. Winter's heart palpitated against her chest and she continued to stare at him, forgetting she was the center of attention today.
The dark expression on his face did not make him look scary, instead, it made him look appealing for some reason.
Her view was blocked when a group of elite men and women came in her direction. They were also from the neighboring kingdom, where Winter was supposed to get married, and with that, she lost his mate's view.
She walked ahead to search for him, but she could not find him. The strong scent was no longer present and it panicked Winter's heart.
Before she could look more for that man, her father placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Princess Winter, come with me," Ezkiel said and wearing a fake smile on his lips. She turned around along with her father and looked at the noble, who had earlier given wishes for her birthday.
"Why, Father?" Winter inquired.
"Because a formal introduction is required. King Esther has sent his uncle to find out if you are suitable enough for him. He could not come here because of a matter. That's why you do not have to make any mistakes. Keep this in mind. Your marriage with King Esther is the only thing which you can do for me. So, do not make any mistakes, or else you will forget to see the sun for days," Ezkiel threatened his daughter.
"I understood, Father," Winter said and again unhappiness surrounded her.
She tightly gripped the sides of her gown as she heard strange noises, the shouting of the people. Her father also halted to hear the screams of the people.
"What's happening, Father?" Winter asked when Ezkiel let go of her. He walked ahead when in front of him a body came flying with the hand ripped apart.
Winter screamed to see the corpse in the blood, and within seconds, everyone started running to save their lives. Winter fell to the floor as she got bumped into the people.
Winter tried standing up when someone from behind pushed her and her head banged against the floor. Her vision got clouded and she lost consciousness.
Winter's eyes opened gradually, and she found shackles around her hands. It confused her, and she looked around herself only to find out she was locked in a prison.Winter felt the pain in her head because of the wound she got on the last day. The screams of people rang in her head like a bell. When she lifted her hands, the sound of shackles fell into the prison guards outside the prison."She has woken up."Winter heard the masculine voice and heard the prison gates open up. She knew something terrible had happened and someone had imprisoned her. Before Winter could understand, she was pulled up by those prison guards."Walk!" One of them commanded her.Winter gulped and silently followed his command. She got out of the prison and was taken to a dungeon where her father was kept.The closer she was to the dungeon, the more she got the scent of her mate. Her feet halted at the dungeon's entrance as her eyes landed on her mate, the man with emrald green eyes.Winter's eyes landed on h
Winter's eyes were swollen, her head aching relentlessly. Since the last night, not a single drop of water had passed her lips, and her torment was only amplified by the curses her father had hurled at her, even in his final moments. It was a harrowing ordeal.Her focus was abruptly captured by a subtle glow infiltrating the dungeon. Straining her eyes, she discerned the silhouette of a man drawing near, holding a lamp whose radiance, once intensified, stung her eyes. She instinctively closed them, attempting to acclimate to the sudden light.With a creaking sound, the lock on the iron gate of the dungeon was opened, and a figure stepped inside. It was Raphael Kingston."Why am I alive?" Winter managed to ask, mustering whatever strength she had left."Because you need to remember the atrocities your father committed against me, my parents, and my clan!" Raphael's voice boomed with anger.Winter felt the weight of blame on her shoulders, a burden she had carried for so long. "Everyone
Winter awoke on the second day to find herself ensconced in a luxurious chamber, cocooned beneath a velvety blanket. The surroundings were eerily familiar, for as a princess, she was accustomed to such opulent chambers. A sense of unreality washed over her as if this were but a dream."You've awakened after two days," a voice she knew all too well chimed in. Winter's senses caught the unmistakable scent of her mate, and he materialized before her eyes. It dawned on her that she was not in the afterlife, and a fleeting memory resurfaced: her last recollection of fainting in the dungeon.Winter jolted when Raphael's warm hand touched her forehead and she yanked his hand away, making him chuckle. "Is this the way your way to answer the person who showed kindness to you?" he playfully quipped. "Why didn't you just let me die?" Winter questioned, her eyes locked onto his with a glare that held a hint of accusation. "Killing me would have brought an end to your revenge, allowing you to f
Winter struggled to break free from Raphael's hold, but his strength was overpowering. She implored him to release her, but he remained silent, his intense green eyes fixed on her. It was evident that his emotions were causing a shift in the color of his eyes, from their normal emerald green to various shades of red, a clear indicator of his anger.Finally, Raphael broke the silence, his voice laced with authority. "You are an omega," he declared, "yet your healing abilities are remarkably weak."Unfazed and no longer gripped by fear, Winter spoke up defiantly, "Let me go, Raphael." She had reached a point where she was no longer willing to cower in the face of his power. After the harrowing experiences she had endured, she felt that even if she provoked Raphael's anger, the worst he could do was end her life.Raphael corrected Winter with a stern command. "Call me Master," he insisted.But Winter refused to comply, her newfound strength emboldening her. "Never," she replied defiantl
Nathan, despite Winter's refusal, went to the King's chamber to have a conversation with him. He had known Raphael since a very young age and had been a close friend to him. Raphael was seated on the sofa chair with his eyes closed. "Why are you here at this hour, Nathan?" he asked, keeping his eyes still closed. "Did you try to use force on Winter?" Nathan straightforwardly asked him. Raphael pried his eyes open and tilted his head up to look at Nathan, who was at the door. "Answer me," Nathan pressed him. "Ezkiel wiped out our clan, not his innocent daughter. You know this well. Our families were innocent, yet they were tortured to death. Don't be like Ezkiel," he confronted Raphael. "Winter has to bear the pain that our families our clan underwent," Raphael stated. "Be a man, Raphael. You literally asked for sexual favors from her. Is this the way you'll take your revenge?" Nathan reprimanded him. "I'm guilty about that," Raphael admitted while keeping his eyes fixated
Raphael's fury boiled over as he clutched Cecilia's throat in a vice-like grip. "How dare you defy my orders?" he thundered. Cecilia struggled to break free, her futile attempts causing her vision to blur and her body to writhe in agony. Finally, Raphael released his hold, and she collapsed onto the marble floor, gasping for precious air. "I-I did as I pleased," Cecilia managed to assert despite her weakened state. Raphael's voice carried a grave warning as he said, "You are forbidden from touching her. Consider this your last warning." Cecilia's eyes blazed with anger, the color shifting in response to the sudden flare of emotion. "Why? Her father slaughtered my family," she retorted fiercely. "You promised me that night that you would eliminate everyone connected to Ezkiel." "I will torture her slowly. She should remember what her father did to us," Raphael stated while furrowing his brows together, unsure whether he would be able to do that or not. Cecilia nodded at him and fo
"You won't kill me, Raphael. You know the answer well," Winter pronounced with a confident tone. He furrowed his brows together and settled the teacup on the saucer. "Because you think you are my mate, so you are in an illusion that I will show mercy on you. If I had considered you my mate even for a moment, I would have kept you above my eyes. Now, speak respectfully to me, or else I'll have to teach you a lesson on mannerism," Raphael elaborated to her. Winter was hurt to hear his words. But she couldn't even keep high hopes. She felt her feet hurting since her body was still weak. "Come here," Raphael said. Winter stepped up when he asked her to sit. She gazed at him for a few seconds before pulling out the chair and sat on it. With that, she felt better. "Since you were a princess, you must know how to read and write. Help me in my writing work daily. I am not used to writing decrees, orders, etc." Raphael said. "Shouldn't His Majesty be asking someone more prestigious
"Why does Raphael want to see me?" Winter inquired, puzzled, as Nathan escorted her to the main region of the palace.Nathan shook his head. "His Majesty didn't share the details with me," he replied, then noticed Winter's hands. He couldn't help but remark, "It must have been tough for you, washing all those utensils."Winter nodded and her expression grew somber. "It was indeed difficult. However, performing such chores helps me momentarily forget what has happened to me, how I've lost even the good people around me," she explained, her words laden with the weight of sorrow and loss."My father was indeed cruel, so I feel what happened with him was right," Winter said after a brief pause. Nathan glanced at her. He liked the fact that she was still strong in such a situation. She was standing her ground and had become fearless. "It's unfair that those who have no fault have to pay too sometimes," he affirmed. "Did my father kill your parents too? My apology will never end that pain