2 Infamous Lycan King, Sadistic People, and Fool Proof Plan

Maybe it was the fact that the infamous Lycan King was making his way into this pack, but anyway, I was grateful because everyone was busy in the preparations for his arrival, which meant my past days had been quite peaceful.

After all, the said Lycan King, is the most feared and colder than the harshest of winters, Ares Maximillian Dacre. Whose mere mention fills all the werewolves with deep terror and shook them to the core. A glare so icy that it can kill people with a single glance. So powerful that he can destroy hundreds of armies with just a flick of his wrist. The most powerful person in the entire world.

Despite not making many appearances, there is enough to know that it's better to die than to cross him or his pack in any sort of way.

For not only him, but even his pack was full of powerful people.

The reason being, they were werewolves, but they were born with special abilities and came to be known as Lycans.

It wasn't until a hundred years ago that Ares, the one chosen and blessed by the moon, rose up in power and formed a separate pack for all the Lycans so that no one could mistreat them and take advantage of their powers anymore.

Every couple of years, he would visit all the werewolf packs to search for hidden lycans to recruit them in his pack.

He is most probably coming into this pack for the same reason.

Ugh, I wish I was a Lycan. This way, I could've had a chance to leave this damn pack.

Ha, one can only hope!

Though I didn't have a wolf, born from a strong Beta, I had all the other basic werewolf abilities. Like hearing, speed, healing. They might not be as good as your average wolf, but these skills are the reason I still breathe to this day.

As I was lying on my bed, enjoying a day without any beatings, whippings, and insults, my room door slammed open and I immediately sat up straight, looking at the person alarmedly.

What a jinx I am! Should not have thought about anything at all.

"Seraphina! You lazy bitch, your sister has been calling for you since ages! Get going to the hall, this instant!"

I stared at Cassie, a common she-wolf and my 'sister's' sidekick, who was scowling at me with a blank face before following her out of the room.

Haa. Here we go again and repeat the cycle of abuse with a little humiliation on the side. How fun!

Cassie kept rolling her eyes and giving me disgusted glances throughout our way to the hall, along with many others who were loitering around.

Huh! Back at you! You think I am delighted as I follow you to my misery?

The nerve of this a--holes!

As we neared the hall where my lovely sister called for me, the noises and chattering grew louder in volume, so did my pulsating heart, and I heard a loud crash.

Oh, is that how they have decided to torture me today?

"Ugh, just go in already. Such a nuisance, tsk." She clicked her tongue in annoyance, making me clench my jaw.

No matter how many times I have gone through this horrible experience, my heart still beats crazily like the first time.

Taking in a deep breath to calm myself down, I twisted the doorknob slowly and braces myself for what was about to come.

"....."

Silence. Pin drop silence covered the spacious room as I revealed myself to my sister and her little group of sidekicks she calls friends.

Her sadistic hazel eyes looked at me with a mischievous twinkle as she twirled a strand of her vibrant red hair around her finger. With my silver hair and blue eyes, I looked nothing like my parents and siblings. My late mother had blue eyes, which was yet another reason for hating me. According to them, I stole my mother's eyes.

.....

I know, right?

They all stared at me for a moment, probably coming up with unique ways to give me pain, before my sister pointed at the ground where the broken vase lay.

Her lips twitched upwards in a smirk as her face filled with malice.

"What are you waiting for, you wench! Pick it up!"

Bruce, one of her sidekicks, shoved me at my stomach, making me fall to the ground, and I let out a hiss.

My fists clenched on their own accord, and I inhaled deeply to calm myself down.

Even if I get angry and try to fight back, it's of no use. The last time I stood back to them, I was burned terribly with hot water. Still have a burn mark on my back to prove it.

"Ai, this cunt." Aurelia, my angelic sister, stood up from her seat in impatience and roughly gripped my forearm.

When the rest of the group chuckled, my face contorted into a confused frown.

Is tormenting someone really that amusing to laugh at? Is it really? Even if I tried putting myself in their place, I could not understand just what fun and pleasure they found in it.

"I will pick it up." I murmured in a small voice, clenching my jaw as my consciousness prickled.

It's ok. It's alright. It's fine. Nothing's wrong.

Just do as they say, and it will be over.

Eventually, it will come to an end.

Repeating affirmations, I shook off her harsh grip that probably left a bruise behind.

Being malnourished and abused on a daily basis, my skin was prone to all kinds of bruises. While scars faded away after some time, the bruises took a longer time and acted as a painful reminder.

"You better do." She huffed as I bent down on my knees to pick up the broken shards of the vase.

Just as I put my hand on the largest shard, I saw a booted foot coming from my peripheral vision, and before I could retract, that foot came crashing onto my hand.

"AAAACKKK!"

I screamed out loud as the glass stabbed into my hand, and my strong facade flew out the window as I broke down into hysterical sobs with tears streaming down my face like an endless sea.

Nick pressed the boot down harder, and twisted his foot, embedding the small pieces deeper into my hand, eliciting more screams and whimpers from me as my hand felt like someone had put it in a blender.

I felt sick to my stomach as loud guffaws filled the environment and I continued my pathetic crying.

"Hng!"

Biting my lip tightly to control my sobs, I hit Nick's foot in a useless attempt to shake him off.

After he had lifted his foot, and their daily dose of entertainment was over, I ran out of the room like there was a fire on my tail.

I clutched my bloody and tattered hand in my trembling chest as I hiccuped and wiped my tears with the other hand.

Large droplets of my blood dripped down my hand and onto the ground, and I slumped down on the ground with my shaking hand.

These inhumane bunch of bastards.

I curse them with the most miserable life. A life so merciless than death itself.

As I sat on the ground with my battered hand in my other hand with a tear stricken face, I felt a shadow loom over me.