Low Born Princess

Olivia's POV

“Whoops!” I yelped from my dream and held my head as I felt it splitting of morning headache. I tried to raise myself from the bed and I did, trying to adhere to the pain I was feeling upstairs.

Right when I was sitting comfortably on the bed, my head resting on the headboard of my bed, the event of yesterday started flashing through my mind and I remembered what I did in my drunken state.

“No, no, not that moment,” I groan and whine to myself. What have I done? What the hell did I do?” I questioned myself as I remembered how I sneered at Luca and his brothers while my Mom tried stopping me. I'm barely setting out to adjust to my new life as royalty, and now I would have to deal with the embarrassment. Surely, those ingrates wouldn't let me off.

I was still contemplating how to deal with them when a knock came on my door and I smelled the familiar scent of yesterday, which happened to be that of the maid. I let out a heavy sigh and told her to come in.

My door was pushed open in no time and she trotted in. “I was asked to come to dress you up for school, princess,” the maid announced, her head lowered in respect. I snorted, remembering my admission had been taken care of, and I had to be in school.

The most frustrating part was that I was attending the same school with the triplets, which was a bit annoying. I have to see them every single day. I felt pissed.

All my complaints were in vain as the maid started bringing out all the things I would be needing for school. She urged me to go take my bath and after struggling my ass out, I finally did the girl stuff and came out to wear my clothes.

She dolled me up like the princess I have become, then she arranged my school bag before taking her leave, not after telling me not to be late for breakfast.

My eyes roamed over my room, and it landed on the locket my father gave to me. I hurried to where it sat and picked it up. The only thing I had with me that had my father's memory. It was a locket that contains a picture of myself when I was a kid; a picture I had taken with my dad after leaving fifth grade and the next side was a pic of me, my dad, and my mother.

I used my fingertip to rub the surface of the locket and recalled how everything was when my father was still alive. Father was part of the pack's soldiers, who would go out to fight wars for the pack. Unfortunately, he went to war that fateful day and never returned. I was broken and torn, and it took a while before I was able to recover.

A drop of tear slipped down my eyes and I used the back of my palm to clean it off. Before I put down my hand, my eyes checked the watch, and it was almost time to leave for school. I have spent my time thinking about my Dad, and I missed my breakfast.

With one glance at my room again, I ran out of it to meet the triplets outside. When I got out, I saw them ready to leave for school. “Don't be anxious. Don't be scared, you can face them,” I told myself and took slow strides to them.

Just when I was a meter from them, a girl came into view. I saw her call upon them and waved her hands, which they returned with beautiful smiles, and I guess she must be someone closer to them. I remembered Henry telling me about a girl named Hailey, the Lycan King's right-hand man's daughter, and how close she was to them. He said she's sassy and malicious, which I could see in the girl. Too saucy for my liking.

It was too late to turn back, so I had to face them all. When I got to them, they all turned to me and I watched their smiles fade away, replacing it with hate. I didn't mind, I wouldn't let them put me down, all because I was a lowborn.

“Wow, the low-born princess is here,” she uttered and let out a sinister laugh.

I ignored her and faced the triplet, I bowed my head in greeting. When I raised my head, I discovered they had all thrown their gaze away, not ready to accept my greeting.

“What are you doing here?” she inquired, but I gave no response, which I knew didn't satisfy her because she walked to me and stood majestically in front of me. “I don't like you,” she taunted, and I almost sneered. Like I care. “Please do well to stay away from me and the triplets. Seeing you is like a creepy insect crawling on my skin,” she bellowed, and I felt like punching her face. What audacity she got.

The triplets joined her in laughter, and all I did was watch them. Of course, they were senseless, arguing with them wouldn't be too good.

When they were done poking fun at me, I watched them move to the car available and entered it. Since it was the same car I was told by the maid would convey us to school, I climbed onto it, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it pushed me backward. It was Hailey.

“We're sorry. Lowborn who are poverty-stricken aren't allowed to enter into a car with us,” she stated and closed the car door, chuckling to herself.

I stood with disguise rising in me, my wolf yearning to come out to tear her into pieces, but I needed to calm myself down. There was surely going to be a day when I had to take my revenge.

I looked all around the pack house and I saw I was left alone. “Ungrateful kids!" I snapped at them in my inner self as I decided to find my way to the school.