redith.
Gnashing his teeth until the pain from the bond severing was over, Marc's lips twisted into sothing cruel, and his voice laced with mockery. "Did you really think the Moon Goddess would pair with soone like you? A cursed, wolfless burden?"
Laughter rippled through the ballroom.
I hadn't expected this. I had been hopeful the moon goddess would finally shine her rcy on tonight. Instead, look what she did to .
Now, the entire werewolf society knew I was cursed and unwanted. No one would ever accept . Not even my own family who were actually the first to reject .
I felt the sting of hot tears, but I refused to let them fall as I watched Marc hold that woman's hand and take a few steps backwards.
No. I would not cry. Not in front of these people. Not in front of him.
But just as I thought the humiliation and disgrace couldn't get any worse, my pheromones surged; a wild, uncontrollable scent—a sign of a female in distress.
Imdiately, several n in the room reacted.
So turned their heads sharply, their wolves snarling low in their throats. Others stiffened, pupils dilating as their instincts responded to the scent.
A man near the bar exhaled sharply. Another clenched his jaw, gripping his drink tightly.
One even took a step toward before stopping himself. And then the whispers changed.
"Damn, she slls incredible..."
"That's unnatural—what's wrong with her?"
"Control yourselves! The Alpha is watching!"
"I can't believe she has the nerve to release that seductive scent of hers just seconds after being rejected."
"She is trying to drive all the n in this room wild with those untad pheromones of hers!"
"What a disgrace to the Moonstone Pack."
"I would rather remain childless than have a cursed child like redith."
"My heart goes out to the Carter family. They are the ones feeling the heat of her disgraceful acts."
Panic surged in my chest. No, no, not now. I reached for my perfu bottle in my clutch, desperate to mask the scent that drove n wild. But before I could move, a cruel hand ripped my veil from my head.
Gasps of shock rang out.
Cold air rushed against my scarred cheek—a jagged, ugly scar that marred my once beautiful face—was on full display.
I barely had ti to react before soone sneered, loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear.
"Horny whore!"
Laughter erupted like a wildfire, sharp and suffocating. The sound stabbed through , each chuckle cutting deeper than the last.
"How dare you try to seduce n with a face like that?" Cora, the daughter to Alpha Aiden of the Nightshade clan, my worst nightmare when we were still in college, questioned with venom dripping in her tone as she ca to stand in front of .
She was the one who took off my veil, and now she looked mad because my ugly scar got the attention of n she could never have.
I felt bare, disoriented and vulnerable without my veil. My breath hitched as mild panic attacks set in, but Cora wouldn't let go. Not so easily.
She had to make sure I drowned in humiliation—more than I had ever known since the night the Lunar Curse marked .
Cora jabbed a finger through my left chest and, when I didn't answer her question, instead turned to walk away after I had found the courage.
Just as I bent down to pick up my veil, she pushed from behind forcefully. And the next second, I saw myself staggering before sliding to the tiled floor without reservation.
A gasp of pain escaped my lips as my hip bone struck against the hard floor.
Then, the mockery, finger-pointing, and disdain from the crowd that had gathered around fired off like a rocket without warning.
Tears burned at the edges of my vision, but I refused to let them fall. Not for them. Not for this pack that had already abandoned . One day, they will regret this.
Then, out from the corner of my eyes, I saw my father clench his fists by his sides from across the room. He watched get humiliated in front of a hundred pairs of eyes.
And to my surprise, he started taking quick steps towards . He was coming to my rescue, not because he had any atom of love left for , but because he was the current Beta of our Moonstone Pack, and I was his daughter.
Being disgraced and scorned out in the open by others was like a slap to his face and a threat to his position.
But suddenly, my brother Gary appeared from nowhere and quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
My father's brows furrowed as his gaze shifted to Gary, silently demanding an explanation, but all he could do was shake his head and mouth, 'Don't go, father.'
He was telling our father to overlook , his baby sister, who was being bullied by others in the middle of the Lunar ball.
The pain in my heart sky-rocketed as tears blurred my vision, but I persisted, holding it back with the last shred of dignity I was left with.
I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear. But my body wouldn't move.
In the midst of my sha, pain and raging pheromones, my breathing seized montarily as the world blurred around .
And then suddenly, a new scent filled the air. Not just any scent, but one with power, strength and command.
The kind of scent that made wolves stop breathing. That made Alphas lower their heads in instinctive submission.
The entire ballroom fell silent. And a deep, cold voice sliced through the air. "What the hell is going on here?"
My heart stilled. Cora's smirk fell. The crowd parted instantly, and then I saw him.
Draven Oatrun.
The Alpha of the Mystic Furs. The future King of Werewolves. And the most dangerous man in this room.
His broad fra was dressed in a dark, perfectly tailored suit, his golden eyes scanning the scene with icy detachnt. Then those golden eyes landed on .
Everything stopped. Including ti.
My pheromones—the ones I had never been able to control suddenly vanished. Like soone had put out a fire. Like they had submitted.
Just then, Alpha Draven started making his way towards , and my breathing faltered.
I forgot to breathe.
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