7 Fake Decor, New Moon, and Body Malfunction

The main hall was decorated like a newly wedded bride.

With a recently upgraded huge crystal chandelier, big mahogany and emerald curtains hanging down the tall windows, uncountable white and yellow lights making me flinch and burn my eyes, tacky flowers covering each and every inch of the remaining wall, and also set up on the many tables, it could not me more obvious that the cheap decor was all due to the Lycan King's arrival.

I wanted to throw up.

Everything was so superficial. Nothing was real. And the mere thought made me gag.

Ugh, I just hope the Lycan King would come as soon as possible, so I can carry out my death plan.

Although the plan fills me up to the brim with nervousness and a truck load of anxiety, I have to carry this out no matter what.

Because I heard after this welcoming banquet, there's going to another one for his royal highness' departure.

Well, not only his departure, but the new moon celebration as well.

New Moon which comes once every four years and shines a dark blue light. It is said to be the most auspicious day where werewolves and lycans re-transform and become stronger.

I didn't witness the previous new moon since I was locked up in my prison for having eaten without permission. The one before that, I was too exhausted from my beatings to leave the room. And the one before that, I was stuck in the laundry room, washing everyone's dirty clothes because them pack members thought it would be a good idea for them to pile up clothes as my punishment.

These fkn bastards!

And this one, I will hopefully be dead.

"Look at this, wench! How brazen!" I am literally just walking..?

"She looks so ugly! Who does she think she is?" Um, excuse me, you're just jealous.

"Ugh, I want to punch her. How dare she?" Bruh, what did I even do?

"Ah, she is so revolting." Uhun, I feel the same.

"Look at her walking all haughtily after taking our Beta's wife's life!" Oh gosh, cut the crap and just address the woman as my mother. And also, I don't remember coming in to their dreams and begging to be born.

"I wish she kills herself.'' Ha, been there, done that, I failed unfortunately. Sorry I guess.

Ignoring the scowls and glares from the wolves around me, I focused on finding the most secluded corner of the room and hiding myself there.

My eyes quickly scanned through the room before finding the perfect spot with a tall vase drowning in flowers. Perfect.

Before I could walk there, though, the death glare of my father dearest stopped me in my steps.

I froze as I felt myself tremble. My palms went clammy, and throat tightened up. My breath quickened as I tried to calm myself down and lowered my hand, not wanting to meet his cold eyes.

Even after years, I can't help but be deadly scared of him. I hated the reaction he ignited from me with a simple glance.

"Do not disappoint me today, Seraphina. I will absolutely not tolerate it." He seethed in his deep voice in to my ear, tightly jerking me by my arm as I nodded rapidly.

Oww, just let go of my arm already, you sick dirty sock!

It was crazy how he did things like this, and the rest of the people admired him for his actions.

They were all sick in the head like him. Like this grown up man right here abuses his daughter on a daily basis and you sing his praises and applaud him like he has achieved a feat? Absolutely preposterous.

Trying to keep my shaking nerves and body proved to be harder than I thought. When my father's chilling glare, brother's disgusting lust filled stare, and several scowls from people I did not even know, continued to pierce me, I gave up trying to calm down and instead anticipated the Lycan King's arrival.

Just come already. This is so much worse than death.

Their obvious hate filled glares continued to prick me as I twiddled my fingers, trying to make myself smaller than I already was.

If this was any other day, I would not be standing for much longer. Instead, writhing on the ground while the entire pack threw all sorts of stuff at me.

Thanks to the Lycan King, I guess. He hasn't even arrived yet and has already saved me from so much extra pain.

Just do as I have expected you to, and my ghost will forever be grateful to you.

Ah, it would be so cool if after death I become a ghost and haunt this pack forever. Kekeke, just thinking about it lightens my heart.

As I surrounded myself in my thoughts, I failed to notice the deafening silence that enveloped the entire banquet hall.

Oh, my- is he really here?

I jumped on my tiptoes to grab a look at him, but, ugh, my short height and the herd of people in front of me were not helping at all.

Ugh, screw it.

Bending a little, I pushed past the crowd, eliciting more than a couple of curses and yells at me, but I could not find any f-cks to give.

This is the most determined I have been my entire life. Nothing is going to stop me.

When I finally reached the front, I stopped my hustle upon feeling the most fearsome aura I have ever found myself surrounded with.

The atmosphere was so ominous and frightening that I actually started to have second thoughts about my plan.

But, heh. Every single person in the hall looked like they were about to shit their pants, and I held back a mocking chuckle. This was seriously so satisfying to see.

Ha, this is it. I tightened my grip around the dagger strapped to my thigh and finally raised my head to look at the source of everyone's fear.

....

My body ceased to breathe and function.

My mind malfunctioned.

My heart stopped beating.

My organs failed.

WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK!!!!!!!????

There was only one thing my mind continuously flashed the reminder of at that point.

PLAN ABORT!!!!!!!