CHAPTER 4

ROSALIE WINTERS of Elodnia Pack. She is the only sole heir of one of the Ducal Family of the wolven nation. Venerable for her amiable charms so as her impeccable beauty that would cause mouthwatering desires especially to the wolven men.

Because of her influential status in the aristocratic faction and also a polished lady of etiquette and beauty, she was presented as the Luna of the nation to be paired by the rumoured mate less crown prince Alpha- negligence of that she isn't really Ruvillous' fated mate.

'But since I came to the palace as the true mate who awakened the slumbered wolf of the tyrant, she was easily disposed to her meretricious position. She is a decoration after all. How petty.'

The mischievous smirk plastered nonchalantly on Yseah's lips as her intimidating gaze penetrate through the flushed face of the maiden, stood before her.

"Oh my. Did something got your tongue, Lady Rosalie? I supposed I spilled too much milk that it became rotten to be audibly heard by the persona itself." Yseah blatantly uttered.

It's really funny seeing a bitch's distorted face when showered with embarrassment. You bark with the wrong tree lassie.

"You!" The thwack of Rosalie's cotton fan, argued with the wind as she hastily shut it's folds and aimed it's tip right through Yseah's line of vision. "How dare you utter those gibberish right in front of me! You may be the Luna of this nation but that doesn't mean you can criticize a noble lady of a prestigious pack house. You and his highness aren't married yet so do not be too . overwhelmed by the stance you hold, savage." Rosalie growled as her canine teeth arouse, letting her wolf partially seen.

"You!" Gone was the cordial voice of Sera when she vouch for her master. "The audacity to threaten the royal family. This is treason!"

Rosalie's eyes darkened coincide to the ambience of the shop where the countess and other spectators who were merely hiding behind the shadows to not be acquainted by the argument.

Yseah then heave a sigh as her eyes roam around the vicinity. The eyes pinned at them were wavering of figures of aghast preys that is shackled with fear from it's predator.

If this dispute will resume longer than expected, it might spread as an adverse palaver that will surely reach into the emperor's ears and that Ruvillous guy. That I cannot afford to happen.

With what she ushered at her thought, Yseah raised her right hand to silence her handmaiden. Abruptly, Sera pursed her lips with a sharp glare at the blonde woman.

"Forgive my impudence Lady Rosalie, so as my handmaiden's reckless move." stated Yseah, now in a euphonic tone. "My words were not to put a crack between the Ducal Family of Winters and to the Royal Family. My deepest apologies. I will watch my words from this onward." she resumed as her head slightly bow down towards Rosalie.

Flicking her tongue in frustration, Rosalie opened her cotton fan as she shifted her gaze towards the door- avoiding Yseah's pair of lilac orbs. "Fine. You are.... ugh. .... forgiven." she stated in contradiction- finding Yseah's apology as a vile to her tongue. "But I will not give you my trust yet, LUNA" claimed Rosalie while firmly stating the last word with hatred laced upon it.

Yseah smiled in hollow void. "Thank you, Lady Winters."

YSEAH'S CHEEKS PUFFED, as her knuckles propped before it. Her elbow hanging low under the window of the imperial carriage she rode to the capital. Her gaze affixed at the lush prairie scenery found when they mount back towards the imperial palace.

At the end of the sickening apology she uttered at the daughter of the Ducal Family of Winters, her tongue seemed to undergone palsy when she had forgotten her sole purpose of coming to the vogue emporium. To shop.

"Your Highness Luna, are you sure that you don't want to go back anymore? It's still not too late to shop back at Countess Erikka's store? I mean you didn't bought a single dress so.... it's.. really..." slowly the timid voice of her aid arouse. Yseah glance at her and there she saw the agitated and the fidget stance, Sera plastered while playing at her fingers. Her eyes stare at her feet.

"She's clearly anxious. Go talk to her now!"

Mildred edicted that let mentally rolled Yseah's eyes at her annoying wolf.

"You don't need to feel guilty about what happened Sera. It has nothing to do with you." Yseah then stated without bothering to spare a glance at her handmaiden. "And... besides I have hefty amount of dresses at my wardrobe, so as plethora of jewels swarming at my chest. It would be much nuisance if I add more."

"I-I see..." Sera stuttered as her eyes now averted towards her lady. The defeaning silence in a seconds of few ripped when Sera spoke again.

"Don't let it bother you, your highness. The statements that Lady Rosalie said is what I mean." she pauses. "Wherever kin you have come from, the fact that you were the one that awakened Crown Prince Ruvillous' wolf, you are worthy to be called the Luna of this nation. Please hang in there."

The repear of Sera's solace did not shot a glance at her. Silence. At the very moment, the world seemed to paused at it took the time to heave a breath from the stillness of the wind.

In the eyes of many, Yseah was more than a their Luna. She was also a savage. The blood that run through her veins are blend with the lycan beasts were the old civilization hinder their growth. They cannot shift into a human form which was seen as something that is unsuitable for a wolverine. Such utterly absurd to begin with.

If only she isn't the fated mate who slaughtered her pack, she could have succeeded in hanging the tyrant's head at his father's grave.

Every single night, where the crickets and stellars from the northern east forest crept her room, she would spare an hour of walking down the dark corridors of the palace to voyage into her mate's room and implement her plan. A bodkin she would tightly grip- clasped between her dainty hands that aimed at his heart. She attempted of stabbing Ruvillous in those three lunar months.... but it never succeeded. Not because the resistance of her wolf and nethier the conscience of killing him. The reason why Yseha cannot kill him was simple. It's because of her heart.

Her heart itself would stopped pumping life when the tip of the bodkin would touch the flesh of her mate.

It's curse. Their fated love is a curse. That what she found out.

How can she exactly kill a mate without paying the price of dying too?