Princess Anastasia

It was a full moon, and the round luminous moon shone brightly in the sky, and the millions of stars surrounding it were dimmed in brilliance when compared with it.

Under a huge tree were the young werewolves of Ghost Pack, who were just 18 or a little above, and their constant, painful howls, drowning the chirping of the insects accompanied the silent night.

The Alpha and the elders stood to the side with somber expressions, their eyes fixed on the howling werewolves that were currently undergoing their first transformation. They were slightly disappointed, as many of them were lowly Omega, which had never happened before.

Their gaze landed on the princess, whose fangs were out and who was currently gritting them as her entire body morphed strangely; she seemed to be in immense pain. Of course, their gazes didn't linger for long as they looked at the others.

Releasing the loudest howl the elders had ever heard, prompting them to snap their eyes to the source, they saw the princess's huge form. She had transformed completely into a wolf, and her white fur looked ethereal under the moonlight; her ruby eyes created a strange yet beautiful contrast against her fur as she drew in a huge breath.

Anastasia felt her ears and nose sharpen; she could even hear the breath of others. She felt extremely powerful, and the good feeling after the earlier pain was very soothing.

The elders felt slightly oppressed as they gazed at her, dumbstruck, and time seemed to have stopped for everyone except her.

One of the elders recovered first and stammered while pointing at her. "The princess, she–she is a white wolf?"

"Not only is she an Alpha wolf, but she was also a WHITE WOLF! I can't believe I witnessed a white wolf transformation!"

"Haha, our pack is definitely the first in centuries!"

The Alpha's stern face was completely gone as he broke into a smile upon hearing the elders' praises. That's his daughter; his daughter is a rare species!

Other werewolves were also amazed as they stared at the huge wolf; she was even huger than them in their werewolf form.

"Congratulations, Princess." Everyone congratulated her, not just because she had a wolf, but because she was a white wolf.

Anastasia shifted back into her human form. Unlike others who shifted back naked, she still had her torn clothes on and calmly covered herself with the cloak she had prepared beforehand. Many couldn't help but sigh at her rare beauty.

They wouldn't doubt it if she told them that she was the illegitimate daughter of the moon goddess. She was an enchanting beauty capable of making one dazed when they looked at her. Her skin was as fair as snow, her oval face was beautiful and refined, with slender eyebrows that spoke of arrogance, and magenta sharp eyes that leaned into purple when she was in her human form but red in her wolf form. She had a cute nose and slightly plump lips as red as a rose. She also had a figure that many men wished they could feel all over.

Anastasia walked to her father with a smile, her waist-length purple hair dancing with every step she took.

Alpha Larc patted her shoulder when she reached him. "Good job, daughter."

Seeing the smile on her father's face, Anastasia controlled the urge to roll her eyes and maintained her smile as her father addressed the people in front of him.

Anastasia grew bored, but she still pretended to be listening attentively when in her heart, she was insulting him.

After her father finished speaking his jargon, he told everybody to rest early and then leave with the elders.

The moment they were gone, many werewolves who had managed to shift tried to strike up conversations with Anastasia. Most of them were the elders' children or the beta's kids. Apart from them, no one dared to come forward, because even though Anastasia looked magnanimous and cultured as her father had crafted her to be, he still let her draw a clear line between her and the Omega.

Even her servants were all carefully nurtured Omega, and they weren't allowed to talk much to her. She was the princess, and she deserved such respect~according to him.

Anastasia grew annoyed with the kids talking and asking her many questions, but she was still smiling gently, trying not to show any sign of boredom.

After a while, she was unable to accept it any further so she said, "You guys must be tired; you should rest early."

Her sentence came out of nowhere, stunning those who were talking to her. But seeing the somewhat pure concern in her eyes, they nodded with bright smiles and left.

After making sure that no one was around, Anastasia snorted into the silence and rolled her eyes before walking away.

And the moment her head hit the pillow, she sank into a slumber.

THE NEXT MORNING.

Anastasia looked at the servants in her room and secretly rolled her eyes. Just as she expected, her father had changed her maids to older Omega who had wolves.

She lay lazily on the bed as she watched them clean her room. In her mind, she was chatting with her wolf, whose name was Anne.

The servants were still busy when they heard a knock on the door. One of them stepped forward and opened it, and her gaze landed on the guard standing there.

The guard said something to her, and the servant nodded before turning to Anastasia. "Princess, the Alpha requires your presence."

Anastasia batted her eyelashes in confusion, not knowing what her miser father wanted.

She flashed a smile at the servant and stood up. "Okay, I will go and get dressed."

Saying this, she walked to the bathroom and took care of herself before dressing glamorously, just as her father wanted.

She was accompanied to the main hall by a servant who stopped when they reached the door.

Anastasia calmed her emotions before walking in.

Her father was sitting on the edge of the long table, listening intently to what one of the elders was saying. The moment they heard her footsteps, they looked in her direction and revealed a huge smile, causing her to frown suspiciously.

Nothing good ever comes out when this group of cunning men tries to look nice.

"Greetings, Father; greetings, elders." She bowed respectfully, looking like a true noble.

And seeing these, the elders grew even more satisfied with her.

"Sit." They pointed at the unoccupied chair.

Anastasia smiled again and gently pulled out the chair, proceeding to sit.

Her father put down the teacup in his hand and asked some questions concerning her well-being, to which she carefully answered. But this made her grow more suspicious and vigilant, and finally, he went to the point.

"Do you know Alpha Xander?" He slowly asked, his tone turning more serious.

All the elders also stared at her as if they wanted to see her soul, and the aura in the hall became dark and oppressive for a moment.

"Yes, everybody knows him," Anastasia stiffly replied, her hands on her lap as she straightened her back.

Well, as she had said, everybody knows this man.

He is the role model of many Alphas, a legend whose word was only second to the moon goddess. A man whose name was enough to send many into a frenzy, the greatest man in the history of werewolves, Alexander Draven.