Chapter 1 Reflection

• Sarah
• "At 14, I will find my mate, at 18 I will be married, and at 20 I will have my second child," ha ha ha ha
• I laughed at my own words as I lay down on the sofa. Growing up, I had imagined a life of bliss and predicted all I wanted in life. Like they say, we speak into our existence so these were the words I kept repeating in my head while I was a child. As the beta's first daughter of the Crescent Park, known to possess alluring beauty, I thought all those mentioned would happen effortlessly, but here I am, still on my dad's couch.
• My 20th birthday is in three days, but none of those words had been achieved. No wolf, no mate. In fact, no guy has ever approached me. All the guys in our pack avoided me like a plague.
• As to why a girl of such beauty is being ignored by guys? This was because I was believed to be cursed. While other girls in the pack were born with long, beautiful, black-colored hair, and most uniquely, brown and golden hair, I was born with silver-grey hair.
• The silver-grey hair color was a taboo in the land of werewolves. Anyone who possesses such a color is viewed as cursed. This was considered the witches' hair color.
• My parents once told me that witches once dominated the werewolf community, performing many rituals and magics that toyed with the culture. They carried out forbidden practices at full moon that were polluting the pack. This provoked the moon goddess and it led to a serious fight between the witches and the werewolves. However, the wolves won the fight and the witches were chased out of the pack. That happened over a century ago and from beliefs, witches had gone into extinction. But my birth reminded them of this experience, and they dreaded the return of witches to the land.
• Sometimes, I do believe the rumors about me being a witch are true as I'm the only one in the park with such a hair color. Even worse, I'm the only girl of my age who hasn't shifted yet. Most times, I do hear voices in my head and feel strange powers moving inside of me. I have had strange dreams being amidst a group of strange ladies, having the same hair color as mine; teaching me things that are considered taboo in the land of the werewolves.
• My parents were always ashamed to move with me in public as I caused unnecessary attention from people who see me as weird. I'm viewed as a disappointment to both my pack and my parents. I have cut my hair several times to avoid this but it ends up growing longer in just a week's time.
• Sometimes, I wonder why my parents didn't just end my life while I was growing up, but I guess the reason why they spared me was because my mother couldn't conceive again after having my sister, Lana.
• At its worst, the pack blamed me for preventing my mother from having more children. They believe I was cursed, and my birth blocked the way for others. They claimed Lana was special, chosen by the moon goddess to be the next Luna, which is why mother was able to have her.
• This made them treat my younger sister with so much love while I'm being treated like an outcast. Not trying to sound like a hater, but I feel the prophecy of Lana becoming Luna is ridiculously stupid. Lana is the most disgusting and unorganized girl I have ever seen, hiding under the shadow of being Beta David's special daughter. I wonder how someone like her could lead a pack.
• Desperate to avoid all the drama at home, I recently took a job in the palace as one of Alpha Rogan's maids to avoid my family.
• I sat on the couch feeling hopeless and laughing at my crazy imaginations, until the burning smell of my food hit my nose, emerging me from my thoughts.
• "Ouch, my food," I stood up, running to the kitchen.
• On arriving in the kitchen, I heard some strange noise from the background but it didn't matter at that point as I was so focused on my food.
• "Hmm, almost got burned," I said when I opened the pot and lowered the heat. If there was anything my parents hated so much, it was burned food.
• The last time I burned food was when I got into a fight with Lana while cooking. That experience left me with a scar on my back from my dad, and I wouldn't want it to repeat.
• I tasted the soup I was cooking and added some more ingredients so it would taste good. While adding the ingredients, I heard the sound again, much louder this time.
• "Ahhh! F...ck me, baby! Yeah, that's how you should do it! Harder! Harder! Harderrr!"
• "I recognize that voice," I said as I traced the noise to be coming from my room. My room was the closest to the kitchen, and being the cook of the family, such disgusting sounds are familiar to me whenever my parents weren't around.
• 'Who could it be if not that little piece of shit,' I muttered under my breath, abandoning what I was doing and headed towards my room. Pushing the door open, my face clouded in disappointment when my eyes fell on Lana, naked and turned over by a guy who kept thrusting her from the back aggressively while her breasts bobbed and jiggled.
• Upon noticing my presence, the action stopped immediately.
• "Shit, you didn't lock the door," the guy jolted in shock when he saw me. My eyes met with his erect dick before he could reach for his towel to cover himself.
• "Lana? Another guy again?" I said to my sister who stared at me expressionlessly, having no shame. This was the fourth guy she's brought to the house this week, and it baffles me why she was so comfortable hoeing around with different guys in the pack each time my parents leave the house. A so-called future Luna, for crying out loud!
• "Ever heard of knocking?" Lana said, wrapping a towel around herself as she left the bed. I could see her boobs and ass bulging from the white towel beautifully while I stared in jealousy. Lana wasn't just a girl with a beautiful face, but also a nice body that any guy would die to have.
• I have an extremely beautiful face too, except the fact that my body wasn't so much enough to make a guy drool over me.
• Most times, I get passed over when I go out with her. Guys would deliberately rain praises to complement her beautiful body just to make me feel humiliated. Men are truly scum.
• "We share this room, Lana. You can't just bring random guys in here," I replied. However, it seems my words struck a nerve as the strange Mr. Handsome guy scoffed.
• "Just any guy? Ha! You gotta be kidding me," the guy said, sitting on the bed and glaring at me with his blue eyes; angry at me for ruining the moment they were sharing.
• I averted my gaze from him back to Lana, who was my main concern and not some a**hole.
• "Lana? What's wrong with you? This is the fourth guy you are bringing to the house this week. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for hoeing around with pack boys tha—"
• "Oh, please..." She cut me off, waving her hand dismissively.
• "Oh, please... Stop being jealous. You just wish you had my lifestyle," Lana sneered.
• "Me? Jealous?" I replied feeling disgusted. Who would be jealous of a pack's hoe with no dignity?
• "Oh yeah. You're so jealous because you haven't gotten laid by a guy before. You're almost twenty and do not have an idea of how a guy's d*ck looks like," she said and broke into laughter with the strange guy.
• "You should be thankful to have a sister like me. At least, through me, you have seen what a d*ck looks like, right Carl?" She asked the strange guy standing at her back.
• "Yeah, baby," he replied.
• Hearing this made me cringe. Carl? His name is Carl? Oh boy, that's so sickening. Boys with such names are always d*ck heads.
• "Can you do me a favor by showing my sister what she's missing?" Lana continued, and the guy replied, "Of course, baby, anything for you dear."
• I looked at Carl to know what exactly they meant when suddenly, his towel dropped with a thud on the floor, revealing his erect dick to me. I locked my eyes with it for a second before taking off my gaze. OMG, it was so big and veiny.
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