Chapter 2 Heartbroken

Amalia’s pov

New day new me, right? But what if the new me was heartbroken and friendless? Nevertheless, I had to get ready to go to college. We are allowed to attend only the community college near the pack.

Werewolves are pack people and we always stay near our pack, our strength comes from our numbers. A lone wolf outside a pack was as good as dead and the same goes for us Lycans.

If someone from a different pack passed our perimeter without permission he would be dead in seconds. We had visitors from other packs but they had permission to enter first.

There were some rogue wolves out there but they knew better than to cross any pack’s territory especially the Lucan’s territory. If some rogue requests permission to speak to the king, he would be allowed inside but rogues coming was unheard. 

There are five Lycan packs across the world, one in America, one in Europe, one in Asia, one in Africa and one in Oceania. But we never associate with one another. Every Lycan pack has his kingdom of werewolves to reign over.

I gather all my courage to go get ready, my reflection in the mirror is terrible and my eyes are red and puffy from crying. Thank the goddess for the naturally curly blood heir that I had that looked effortlessly good. At least something was still looking good.

I apply my concealer and make up, I put on my mascara and I am as good as knew or at least that’s what I tell myself.  Usually I like to get ready, I am what you call girly, I like clothes, shoes, make up and all this stuff but today it’s like a chore.

Many refer to me as princess sarcastically especially at practice although I am indeed a princess. I know that’s because I look weak to them. For them I am just a princess who looks good but never shows her wolf and she is therefore a useless princess.

Stela used to try to comfort me by saying that they were talking that way about me because girls were jealous of me not only for my status but because I am good looking and guys pay attention to me.

It’s not like I pay any attention to them anyway, I have eyes only for one and that’s Christopher. Anyway, they don’t make any moves because they are afraid of my father King Garret and my brother Justin, the future king, who are over protective, not to mention that I always have at least one bodyguard with me at all times.

Looking in the mirror my face looks good I highlighted my eyes which are different colors. I have a condition called heterochromia which causes the iris to be a different color in each eye. My right eye is topaz blue and the other is violet.

‘’let’s go get that bitch’’ my wolf Bella demands. ‘’No, we won’t. You know she is a better fighter than me Bella and we don’t want anyone knowing the reason for the fight’’ I had to remind her.

‘’let me out and you’ll see who is the better fighter’’ I could feel Bella’s range and it only fueled mine but we knew better. ‘’We can’t out ourselves and you know it, if people see you it will raise questions and they will find out about our identity. It’s not safe’’.  Bella knew I was right and she let it slide, our safety was more important.

 ‘’Good morning Peter’’ I said smiling at him when I opened my door. ‘’Good morning to you too princess Amalia’’ peter replied checking my face for any sign of sorrow due to yesterday’s event. He always called me by my full name and title keeping the formalities even though I considerate him as a friend.

At breakfast I was feeling uncomfortable. We always had breakfast together as a big family. All high ranking members of the pack who were staying at the pack house were having meals together unless someone skipped a meal because of work.

The only not high rank member who was having meals with us was Peter who was always seated beside me. In the beginning there were many glances at him but I insisted that he was eating with us and not watching me eat, my father agreed so anyone else had no choice but to accept it.

Peter was a very private guy with no friends or family. He came to our pack when he was sixteen and he had to plead with my father to accept him and he graciously did. The rest of us don’t know much about him except that he is a hybrid and that’s enough reason for most of the pack to be unconfutable around him.

When my father appointed him my guard I asked him once again about him but his exact words were ‘’some secrets are to remain a secret for protection and you of most people must understand this’’ and I did understand.

At the head of the table was sitting my father King Garret, I like to think of him as a wise man and at his right was siting my brother a total replica of him. They both have black curly hair but they keep it sort and they both have winter gray eyes. Both of them emit a powerful aura and they have a great posture that emits confidence.

Next to my brother Justin was my seat and next to my seat was peter’s. Next to peter were seated the head warrior, his wife and of course Stela and her younger sister.

 Left from my father was Beta Charles and next to him his son Christopher making Christopher seated opposite me. Next to Christopher is his mother Zahira’s seat. Next to her was usually seating the gamma family but now their seats were empty.   

Stela even smiled at me as nothing happened and Christopher of course was his cheerful self. He didn’t know about my feelings but still it felt like a betrayal. At the whole breakfast I didn’t even throw a glance at him and I didn’t speak at all during breakfast not that anyone noticed.

‘’It’s time for us to leave’’ I said while getting up from my chair and Peter got up too. ‘’I have classes to attend, have a nice day everyone’’ I continued as I gave a kiss to my father’s chick and left.

‘’Wait for me’’ Stela shouted out when I was ready to get into the car. ‘’Get another ride, oh wait you did yesterday right. Did you ride him well?’’ I said sarcastically while I was seating in the passenger’s seat next to Peter who was ready to drive me to the university.

 She was surprised that I knew and her mouth got the shape of an O before she got out of her shock and replied ‘’Well ok, it’s not like you two are a thing or that you will ever be. I was just another girl on his list, he sleeps every day with a different girl, sometimes with two, what’s the difference?’’ she was looking into my eyes without any remorse.

‘’You were my best friend and you knew about my feelings that’s the difference, you have slept with many guys why did you have to include him on your list?’’ I said trying to hide the hurt in my voice.

‘’There is the judgment again, yes, I slept with many guys I am not a virgin saving myself for my mate. oh, wait you would have slept with someone that wasn’t your mate if Christopher wanted you but he didn’t and he will never do so.  And as for a relationship you can forget all about that he is not that kind of guy. ‘’

As she saw the tears in my eyes ready to sleep she continued ‘’sorry to break your bubble princess but that’s the true and if I want to pursue him I will, you don’t own him’’ she had venom in her eyes and in her tong.

I just closed the door of the car without saying anything. She spoke the truth, nothing would happen with me and Christopher and I knew it but what hurts the most is her betrayal and her lack of remorse.  Yesterday I lost my best friend and today I saw her be more than ok with this.

Peter started the car and touched my hand for the first time ‘’You deserve a better friend and you definitely deserve to find someone better to have a crush’’