Bianca.
The morning sun rose, casting patterns of light on the forest floor behind our home. I stood at the edge of the clearing, my mind filled with conflicting emotions.
I pondered why my mother insisted on deciding who I would marry. Lost in thought, I sensed a presence behind me.
“Who’s there?” I asked, turning around.
“Who else, sis?” a familiar voice said.
“Brother!” I exclaimed, rushing to him and enveloping him in a hug. “You’re back.”
“Yes, I am back, sister. How are you?”
“I’m fine,” I replied, inhaling his familiar scent.
Daniel stroked my hair gently before speaking. “What brings you here?”
I sighed, uncertain whether to tell him or not.
“What’s on your mind, Bianca?”
“It’s Mother,” I explained.
“What happened? Did she hurt you?”
“No. I wish she had,” I admitted. “What she did was beyond that.”
He gently pulled me closer, his eyes filled with concern. “What happened?”
“Brother, Mom told me she would be the one to decide whom I marry,” I complained. “She won’t allow me to meet my mate.”
“What!” he exclaimed. “Why would she do that?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, tears threatening to spill.
“I can’t believe her,” he stated, pulling me into a comforting embrace. I leaned into him, seeking solace.
“She’s out to destroy me, Dan.”
“I will make sure she doesn’t decide for you,” he vowed. “You deserve to be with your true mate.”
“What can we do? We both know Father loves and trusts her,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “He’ll believe anything Mother says.”
“I know, but trust me, I’ll try my best to ensure you’re with your mate.”
“Thank you, Brother.”
Daniel’s presence beside me offered a sense of solace. His hand was warm against mine as we stood there quietly. I felt the weight of my mother’s expectations pressing down on me.
Should I tell him how I feel about him? No. He’d think I was crazy. How could I think that my brother was my mate if I wasn’t crazy? Telling him would only make him run away from me.
I stole glances at him, wondering if he could sense the turmoil raging within me. Could he possibly feel the same way?
“Are you still thinking about Mother?” he asked.
“No,” I quickly replied, masking my true feelings. I must be going crazy. No, I am crazy.
We were still there when a guard suddenly came to tell him that the prince needed him in the palace.
“I’ll be right back, baby girl,” he stated, kissing me on my forehead.
“I’ll be waiting for you, brother.”
After Daniel left, I headed back to my room.
***
Alone in my dimly lit room, I lay on my bed, feeling the weight of my brother’s sudden departure. He was summoned to the palace this morning, leaving me alone and heartbroken.
“Hello, baby girl.” Daniel’s voice broke through the silence as he entered the room.
“You’re back, Daniel,” I beamed.
“Yes, I’m back. How are you?”
“I’m fine,” I responded, sitting upright on the bed. “I thought that you would be coming home late.”
He approached me, moving closer, before caressing my hair. “Hehe. No, I am back early because of you. I miss you.”
“Really?” I scoffed. “If you truly miss me, you should come home more often.”
He chuckled, and I couldn’t help but admire the sound. Daniel was tall and handsome, with a strong jaw and a confident smile. His dark brown hair was neatly trimmed, and his captivating blue eyes could make anyone swoon.
Why did he seem even more handsome today? Why was I suddenly noticing these things about him? It was unlike me.
“What’s wrong?” I inquired. “Did I say something funny, brother?”
“No. Just enjoying your company,” he retorted, gently touching the tip of my nose. “You always light up the room.”
“I’ve always been the charming one,” I stated with a playful smile, folding my hands together.
“I know, my darling sister.” Daniel sat beside me, pulling me to his chest. “I do miss you. What about you?”
“I miss you too, brother.”
It had been a long time since I had seen Daniel. He was always busy with training because he was next in line to be the beta. Despite his busy schedule, he had always been a good brother to me.
“What about Mother?” he inquired, and I couldn’t help but scoff at the mention of her.
I sighed. “I wish I could escape her. I have been coping with her for all these years, but now she is forcing me to marry someone she is going to choose.’“
“Where would you go?” he demanded, concern in his voice.
“Do you even need to ask, brother? Anywhere away from here,” I replied bitterly.
“This is your home.”
“Does this place feel like home, brother? Mother makes my life a living hell,” I complained. “You’re so lucky that you get to leave home and escape from her daily torture and nagging.”
He sighed as I complained bitterly about our mother. “I will help you, Bianca,” he muttered, running his hand through my hair. I wondered why my brother always loved stroking my hair. “You don’t have to worry.”
“My only hope is to find my mate and escape this place,” I confessed. “I won’t hesitate to leave with my mate.”
“What about me?” Daniel asked. I pulled away to meet his gaze.
“What about you? I don’t understand you.”
“Will you be leaving me for your mate?” He requested softly.
“Ha. You don’t have to think like that, brother. Why would I abandon you because of my mate? I will always keep in touch with you,” I said without hesitating, pulling him back into a tight hug. “You’re the best brother anyone could ask for.”
“Aww.” He blushed.
“I can’t wait to meet your mate as well,” I added with a smile on my face. “I wonder who the lucky girl is who’s going to have a nice and caring mate like you.”
Daniel blushed at my words, showing he must also be searching for his mate.
“We can’t say for sure,” he announced. “We’ll be reaching the mating age soon, and I’ll be meeting my Lycan wolf. Finding my mate won’t be difficult for me after meeting my wolf.”
“This time, you will be able to meet your wolf and your mate,” I mumbled. “I can’t wait to see both your Lycan wolf and your mate.”
As we talked, a familiar voice interrupted us, and my heart sank.
Bianca“What are you two whispering about?” Mother’s voice cut through the air like a knife. I was scared, my body trembling uncontrollably. Daniel seemed to notice and held my hand.“She won’t hurt you,” Daniel whispered. “I won’t allow her to hurt you with me by your side.”“Mother,” I called, rising to my feet.“What are you talking about?” she asked once more.“Nothing, Mother,” I replied.“You little brat,” she scoffed, her voice dripping with hatred. “Lying to me with that mouth of yours.”“She isn’t lying,” Daniel added, defending me. “I was only telling her about the training and all.”“Is that so?” Mother’s eyes bore into us with suspicion.“Yes, mother. We were not gossiping about you.” He dropped the bomb like a nuclear.Mother’s eyes widened. She trembled as she attempted to hit him.“What do you think you are doing, mother?” he asked, stopping her hand in the midway.“How dare you!” She growled in anger. “You have the guts to stop your mother from hitting you.”“I won’t a
Bianca“Mother, why are you here?” I asked, opening my eyes in shock. I wasn’t expecting her to be here.She snarled and looked at me as if I were nothing. “How dare you!” She gritted her teeth together as she dragged me across the floor. “Why won’t you listen to me?”I screamed as my body hit the floor. It hurt so much. She dragged me by my hair, forcing me onto my feet.“I warned you to stay away from Daniel, right?” she asked with a sneer. “Are you trying to bring out your bitchy side?” She mocked me. I opened my eyes in shock. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own mother thought of me as a bitch.“M-mother,” I stammered.“What!” she exclaimed. “Are you trying to make me feel guilty?”“Why?” I asked in a whisper. “You think of me as a bitch.”“Then what are you?” she asked. With a howl, she threw me across the room. “Aren’t you behaving like one?”I groaned, trying to stand on my feet. “I’m not a bitch. And don’t address me as one.”“You’re still talking. It seems the hit h
Bianca.As I spoke, a heavy silence filled the room, only interrupted by my ragged breathing. I felt my mother’s intense gaze on me, creating a suffocating atmosphere. I waited for her to say something, but she remained silent. The tension in the room increased as I anticipated her next action.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper yet cutting through the silence like a knife.“Sinner?” Her tone was icy, filled with contempt. “Yes, you are a sinner, Bianca. You are a sinner because you dare to defy me,” she continued, her voice gaining strength with each word. “You defy the one who gave you life, who raised you, and who loves you despite your insolence.”I swallowed hard, feeling my throat dry and constricted.“M–Mother, I’m sorry,” I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper as her tone grew louder.“You’re not sorry,” she yelled, her voice laced with venom as she delivered a swift kick that sent me flying across the room. “Stop acting as if
Bianca.“M—mother,” I stammered as my angry mother marched towards me. “What are you doing?”With a smirk plastered on her face, she answered, “What do you think, Bianca?”My mother towered before me, glaring, gripping a heavy rod, and I whimpered at her feet.“No!” I screamed as she started hitting me with the rod she was holding. “Please don’t kill me. Please!” I pleaded, holding her legs and staring up at her, trying to stir sympathy, but all I saw were angry eyes and furrowed brows staring down at me. “Mother, please don’t kill me. I promise to be obedient.”She whacked me with the rod as if my words had infuriated her. She struck me again and again until the rod tore my skin.I cried, screamed, and squirmed like a worm as the pain spread through my body.“Stop!” I cried. “Please stop. Forgive me. It hurts.”My mother grabbed my hair and clenched it tightly, as if she wanted to rip it off my scalp. I cried louder and tapped her arm, silently begging her to let go, but she refused t
Bianca.“Where are you coming from?” she asked.“Mother,” I called, searching around for Father.“Answer my questions,” she said calmly, but her voice was laced with venom.“I escorted my brother," I replied, which caused her to flare up. She stood up from her seat and walked towards me, fixing her gaze on me. I gasped for air as her intense stare suffocated me.“Mother,” I gasped.“Bianca, I think we need to talk. It’s high time I tell you everything, or else you won’t understand your mother’s worries."I looked up, gazing into her eyes. “I don’t understand you, mother.”“You will understand soon, darling.” She smiled. “Let’s sit.”I sat beside her nervously. She began looking around, searching for something that I didn’t understand.“Where is Father?” I asked.“The king has summoned him. He won’t be here for a while," she responded with a grin.“What do you want to tell me, mother?” I questioned, not wanting to stay there for a moment longer.“Bianca, dear,” she called my name sweet
Bianca“Bianca, what do you think about what I told you yesterday, my dear daughter?” she asked, pushing the door open. My eyes widened in shock as I saw her smiling.She stood in the doorway, her auburn hair framing her face. I slowly sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. I moved back as she approached me.“M—Mother,” I stammered. Her expression was filled with malice. She stopped in front of me and looked at me. Her lips parted, and her eyes narrowed.Everything about her seemed sinister, including her aura. I curled into a ball, trembling as if a snake were crawling inside my soul. She raised an eyebrow, looking deep into my eyes, and I immediately dropped my gaze, unable to withstand her intense stare.“Why are you shivering like this?” she asked, reaching out to stroke my hair and sniffing it. She then stroked my face with her fingertips. “Am I that scary?”“No, Mom,” I replied with a forced smile.“Really?” she de
Bianca “Is that true, Bianca?” my father asked, looking at me suspiciously. His shocked response echoed in the room, mingling with the tension that hung thick in the air. He knew me well enough to know that I would never have such thoughts about the prince. I was sure he was going to support me. “Will I be lying to you, Peter?” my mother said, holding his hand. I stared at her. She was trying to manipulate him into believing something that wasn’t true. “Your daughter told me that she fancies the prince. You’re the king’s childhood friend. If you tell him about how your daughter feels, I am sure he will accept it.” She lifted her hand and caressed my father’s cheek. I could hear him purr. It was over. She already had a hold on him. “I am sure the queen will be glad to have her as her daughter-in-law.” I stayed silent, burdened by my mother’s lies that weighed on me like a suffocating blanket. I wanted to speak up, to reveal the truth about my feelings and the suffering I had endure
Bianca She glanced at me before settling onto the sofa beside my bed. She crossed her legs and then gestured for me to lift my head. “Sit properly,” she commanded, her tone sharp. “We need to talk.” I obeyed, nervously pinching my fingers as her intense stare bore into me, causing sweat to bead all over my body. Why was she here, and where was father? She was supposed to be with him, not here. “What’s on your mind?” she demanded, a sly smile playing on her lips. “My dear daughter.” “Nothing, mother,” I replied, smiling. Everyone knew how to conceal their intentions with a smile. She scoffed. “You don’t have to force yourself, Bianca.” “Why are you here, mother?” I demanded. “And where is father?” “Oh, yes,” she sneered. “What were you thinking of doing earlier? Do you seriously want to expose me in front of your father?” I knew she would come here to talk about this. I knew she wouldn’t let it slide easily. With a smile plastered on my face, I met her gaze. “Mother, I’m sorry
BiancaThe much-anticipated mate ball had finally arrived. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I felt it was extremely necessary for me to muster some surge of hope, one that would surely prevent me from spending the rest of my life with my nightmare.I stood right in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, while the maids took their time dressing me. Thinking of the event made me curl with much anticipation of what the night held.The door opened slightly, Amber ducking her head halfway into the room, her mouth slightly open as she pushed the rest of her body inside.“Good Heavens, my lady!” she exclaimed, pushing her small, cute head beside mine, her chin resting tentatively on my shoulders. “You’re extremely blessed by the moon goddess with exceptional beauty, my lady.”“Flattery, Amber; flattery is what your words echo,” I retorted, locking gazes with her through the reflection of the mirror.“You know I speak the truth, my lady,” she insisted stubbornly.“Your truths
BiancaHis fingers curled angrily around my neck, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe. My vision blurred, and fear gripped me as I struggled for air. Suddenly, the door to the study flung open, and a guard rushed in.“My Prince, the—” he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene before him. This was not the demeanor expected of the prince. “My Prince!”Despite the guard’s attempts to pull him away, the prince tightened his grip on my neck, his eyes filled with pure hatred. The guard moved closer, trying to restrain him, but his indifference to his efforts only heightened their concern.“Listen to me, Bianca...” His voice was laced with pure hatred. The guards, sensing the urgency, tried to hold the prince back, probably hoping to bring him back to his kind and loving self, but the indifference in his actions sent fear coursing through their faces.“I don’t want you around me. Not as a mate or even as a friend. So whatever this is, stop it before I
Bianca The room felt suffocating, with the weight of my brother’s words pressing down on me like a dreaded nightmare. “You disappoint me, Bianca.” His accusation echoed in my mind, each syllable a sharp reminder of my own betrayal. I had shattered the image he held of me. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling as tears streamed down my cheeks. I thought of Daniel, his eyes dark with disappointment and disbelief. The warmth of his embrace, the strength of his love—I had tarnished it. With trembling hands, I wiped my tears, trying to regain control of my emotions, as I heard a knock on the door. “Who is there?” I asked. My voice cracked. “It’s me, my lady,” she replied. “You should go back, Amber. I am not in the place to talk to you,” I responded with a heavy sigh. “I needed to tell you...” “Amber,” I called, cutting off her words. “Please respect my word.” “I’m sorry, my lady,” she pleaded. I could hear her footsteps as she walked away. It was total silence as I bega
Bianca“Good morning, my lady.” Amber’s voice greeted me. I blinked, opening my eyes to meet her gaze.“Good morning, Amber,” I answered, pulling the blanket around me as I sat up. “What brings you here so early?”“My lady, I am here to inform you that your brother has returned,” she announced. Shock coursed through me at her words.My heart skipped a beat. The news I had been dreading had finally arrived. I had waited yesterday for Daniel to return, as Mother said, but he hadn’t arrived. And now he was home. How would I face him?“Where is he?” I asked, taken aback.“He is with your mother. They are having a discussion,” Amber informed me. Glancing at the clock in my room, I realized it was already 9 a.m. How had I slept in so late? Whatever Mother was discussing with him couldn’t be good. It must be about the marriage to the prince.I rose from the bed. “I need to shower, Amber. You can go back.”“Of course, my lady,” she responded before leaving the room. I hurried into the bathroo
Bianca.The next day.I was awakened by a loud knock on my door. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling groggy from sleep. The knocking persisted, growing louder each time.“Who’s there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“My lady, it is I,” the voice replied. It was Amber.“Come in,” I said, struggling to get up from the bed. She opened the door, revealing her worried look. What was going on?“Why do you look like that?” I questioned, rubbing my eyes.“My lady...” Amber began, her voice trembling as she knelt before me.“What is wrong?” I asked, rushing to her. My eyes were already clear. What the heck was going on? “Did you offend my mother?”“I’m sorry, my lady,” Amber apologized, struggling to find the right words, tears welling up in her eyes. This was unlike her; Amber was usually full of life and free-spirited.I sighed and pulled her up. “What is wrong?” I questioned her softly, wiping away her tears. She looked at me, deep inside my eyes. Wait! What did I just see in her ey
Bianca.“You’re here to see me. So, let’s go inside,” she insisted, pulling me along.“Mom, Dad, look who’s here,” she announced, ushering me in. “It’s Bianca.”“Bianca,” her mother called, rising to her feet. She rushed toward me and enveloped me in a motherly hug. “It’s so good to see you again, dear.” I melted into her embrace.“How are you doing, ma’am?” I asked, as she smoothed my hair, showing genuine affection, unlike my own mother, who often faked it.“I’m fine, darling,” she replied, holding my hand and leading me to the sofa, where she gestured for me to sit. She caressed my hand. “We all miss you, darling.”“Especially me,” her husband cut in. “I miss you so much.” My heart skipped a beat. They showered me with love. Apart from my brother and father, who genuinely loved me, they were the next closest.“I miss you too. If it weren’t for my mother, I would be coming here every day,” I admitted, and the room fell silent. What was going on? Did Sophia tell her parents what she
Bianca She glanced at me before settling onto the sofa beside my bed. She crossed her legs and then gestured for me to lift my head. “Sit properly,” she commanded, her tone sharp. “We need to talk.” I obeyed, nervously pinching my fingers as her intense stare bore into me, causing sweat to bead all over my body. Why was she here, and where was father? She was supposed to be with him, not here. “What’s on your mind?” she demanded, a sly smile playing on her lips. “My dear daughter.” “Nothing, mother,” I replied, smiling. Everyone knew how to conceal their intentions with a smile. She scoffed. “You don’t have to force yourself, Bianca.” “Why are you here, mother?” I demanded. “And where is father?” “Oh, yes,” she sneered. “What were you thinking of doing earlier? Do you seriously want to expose me in front of your father?” I knew she would come here to talk about this. I knew she wouldn’t let it slide easily. With a smile plastered on my face, I met her gaze. “Mother, I’m sorry
Bianca “Is that true, Bianca?” my father asked, looking at me suspiciously. His shocked response echoed in the room, mingling with the tension that hung thick in the air. He knew me well enough to know that I would never have such thoughts about the prince. I was sure he was going to support me. “Will I be lying to you, Peter?” my mother said, holding his hand. I stared at her. She was trying to manipulate him into believing something that wasn’t true. “Your daughter told me that she fancies the prince. You’re the king’s childhood friend. If you tell him about how your daughter feels, I am sure he will accept it.” She lifted her hand and caressed my father’s cheek. I could hear him purr. It was over. She already had a hold on him. “I am sure the queen will be glad to have her as her daughter-in-law.” I stayed silent, burdened by my mother’s lies that weighed on me like a suffocating blanket. I wanted to speak up, to reveal the truth about my feelings and the suffering I had endure
Bianca“Bianca, what do you think about what I told you yesterday, my dear daughter?” she asked, pushing the door open. My eyes widened in shock as I saw her smiling.She stood in the doorway, her auburn hair framing her face. I slowly sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. I moved back as she approached me.“M—Mother,” I stammered. Her expression was filled with malice. She stopped in front of me and looked at me. Her lips parted, and her eyes narrowed.Everything about her seemed sinister, including her aura. I curled into a ball, trembling as if a snake were crawling inside my soul. She raised an eyebrow, looking deep into my eyes, and I immediately dropped my gaze, unable to withstand her intense stare.“Why are you shivering like this?” she asked, reaching out to stroke my hair and sniffing it. She then stroked my face with her fingertips. “Am I that scary?”“No, Mom,” I replied with a forced smile.“Really?” she de