Before I knew what was happening, we began arguing about fairy tale stories. She convinced me to take her to the movies. She was determined to watch her cartoons there. She didn’t want to go home. I knew the reason she didn’t want to go home was because of her mother. Her father, Liam, was often away from home because of his wife. His wife was a narcissist, a selfish and an immature brat. Too bad, she gave birth to an Omega to suffer her nemesis.
I felt somewhat sorry for Wendy but there was nothing I could do about it. Liam had begged me to not interfere. He didn’t want to ruin his marriage with his wife.
What was her name again? Oh, Aliyah. That daughter of a bitch.
This is the first time I’m seeing her daughter and she is fun to be with. She is clumsy too, like her father. I have never laughed so much in my life before. She wouldn’t stop talking and made me laugh my lungs out loud at the cinema. It was also the first time someone had made me so happy to forget about the voices in my head and my nightmares.
She spread her arms like a child as we left the movie theater that evening, and I remember how delighted I was to hold her in my arms and raise her into the air. Cute eyes. Her incredible laughter troubled me. Her joyful face. It seemed too good to be true-what was an innocent person doing with a vile person like me?
“I can fly, Sihwa.” I pulled my arms back and hugged her, stroking her hair down as she curled her little hands around my neck. “Love you, Sihwa.” I overheard her mumble. Why was she saying these words to me? She loves me? What does that even mean?
“You are highly welcome, Wendy.” I laughed at how adorable she sounded. My grip on her tightened as I kept going through my head.
Mate! Mate! Mate!
Why was this little girl my mate? Why was I blessed with a wolf who knows nothing about my sinful past? Once she grows up and learns what I splattered on my hands, would she still want to be my mate? Am I worthy of being her alpha? Do I even know what it means to love someone like her? What if I turn her to be more like me? No, she’s too innocent.
That was the first time I felt completely at peace with myself when I hugged Wendy. I forgot about my troubles, my inner enemy, and how dark my world was. Intended to use her as my anchor to hide from my nightmares. I loved her so deeply, I could do anything to not let her off my sight.
But my world was too dark to shield her from it and save me. The only anchor I knew was power and wealth. So, I clung onto it like a dying person saying his wish during his last breath.
I’m going to explain everything that happened and how my nightmares, which I never woke up from, began as soon as my mother became pregnant with us. How the shadow of me kept following my existence.
People have a lot of misconceptions about me. My behavior and attitude misunderstood people a lot because of how distant I got from everyone. How violent and merciless I became because of what the clan did to my mental health and my life. The Clan’s obsession with their reputation and perfection caused me a lot.
I made my decision to bring it down. The Pure Bloodline pack’s former leader, my son, Shiva’s great-grandfather, is my biological father. This makes him Shiva’s grandfather rather than his great-grandfather.
My father cheated on his wife by impregnating my mother and nearly got her killed because she is an Omega and his sister. She fell in love with an alpha outside the clan and not him. He didn’t want a taint on his reputation. He blamed his error on his son, leading him to believe he was our father, because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
When the opportunity arose, I killed him and burned him on the stake in front of the world to cause chaos and pain for my mother and for the others who worship his feet.
But people thought I was the one who killed him. No, my brother, Chris, was the murderer. I gave him the opportunity, and he used it to his advantage. To get his revenge for what my father did to me. I took it upon my hands to kill my uncles and my brothers, who weren’t in line with my goals.
Besides, I was nothing but a pawn to the clan. I never regretted killing Aiden. He deserves whatever he gets. In his next life, he wouldn’t go after what isn’t his to begin with…
I saw Wendy before him. I got her and claimed her.
If I think about it, I was six years old when I first learned about the world of werewolves. How we existed. The supernatural abilities of a werewolf and its pack. I was polite and the loudest alpha in the room until my fantasy world shattered. But I was weak and became sick often. I get cold easily and rarely get warm.
My hands always feel like ice. It tastes like blood. Soft as a pillow. Like the hands of a girl. Slim and fragile, yet pretty. I had golden eyes and short, blonde hair. Skin as white as snow. Lips as pale as pink. Cute features and the perfect face of an albino. The fairest of them all.
Among my mother’s kids, I was the only unusual one. My mother treated me as an ordinary child, but when others saw me, their jaws grasped. I looked like my mother, except for the albino features. People mistake me for being a girl because of my figure.
Though I was pretty and fragile, my body came with other illnesses, my mother had to bear all the burden and work twice as hard because of me.
My mother is an Omega. She cleans houses and works 112 hours a week. She was hardly at home. When she is home with us, her exhaustion prevents her from properly watching over us. At a young age, my siblings and I learned how to take care of ourselves. I never knew my father, but my mother was all we had. We were too innocent to know what fate had in store for us all. We all grew up well as a family, but in poverty. Had nothing. We were still the happiest kids in the world.
My mother works so hard to pay a lot of bills, including my hospital bills because of my treatment, and to put food on our table. I wasn’t her only child. I was the last born out of the triplets she birthed. My elder twin is Chris. My sister is Ravenna. We were 40, 30 and 20 minutes apart.
Chris is an Omega. Smart. Brave. Short-tempered. Jovial and caring. He acts like an alpha and holds on to masculinity. While as an alpha, I behave like an Omega. My second elder sister, an alpha, behaves like my brother, but she is a busybody and gets easily frightened at any situation she sees herself in and cries like a baby.
I was closer to my mom than the others, because I resemble her a lot. Told me I always remind her of how she was as a kid. She adores me and pampers me at every chance she gets.