Amidst The Curse: The Heartless Lycan and His Deadly Mate

SERENITY

“Ouch!” I accidentally hit my head on the alarm clock next to my bed, which made me wake up with a groan and open my eyes slowly.

The loud sound startled me awake so abruptly that I quickly approached the troublesome device, switching it off forcefully as if it were the cause of my troubles.

“Ugh!” I really want to throw it down, but I'm too afraid because I know I'll get in trouble afterwards.

I glanced around the room with my tired eyes, and noticed that the window was slightly ajar, revealing the early morning light.

Everyone was still in bed because it was too early in the morning, except for me.

I let out a loud hiss as I lowered my head, feeling the weight of my heart. I felt a surge of both rage and sorrow engulfing me, causing my eyes to sting and making it difficult to hold back my tears.

Although I had only been in bed for a short time, it felt like mere moments as my eyes grew heavy and struggled to shut. I felt extremely sleepy, and all I wanted was to rest on the bed and fall asleep again.

I sat upright on the bed, propped against the wall, as I yawned and rubbed my eyes over and over again.

I lacked the strength to shift my body from the bed. The residence was quiet, as though uninhabited, but that was not true; everyone was just asleep.

While everyone else was peacefully sleeping, I had no choice but to wake up early and take care of the household tasks, even though I was always the last one to go to sleep at night.

I let out another yawn, feeling exhausted, and stretched my body with a grimace of discomfort. The stinging sensation of the whip marks on my arms and back, which were still in the process of healing, caused me pain

I quickly looked at the clock, and clenched my teeth. More than a minute had already passed, and I didn't want to stay in bed any longer once the alarm went off.

If I did, they would punish me severely for being lazy and not following the rules.

The idea of getting beaten once more following all the abuse I endured yesterday caused me to quickly get out of bed. Tears welled up in my eyes as a throbbing headache gripped my head.

I also experienced aching in my legs, accompanied by intense spasms that persisted relentlessly. It served as a harsh reminder of the poor state of my health.

My entire being yearns for relaxation, yet I am unable to provide it. I was tired and my legs felt very tired too, and the bed was just looking at me in a teasing way, like a scary trap ready to harm me.

I could sense my tired eyes struggling to shut as I resisted the urge to keep them open. I felt incredibly sleepy and worn out, with a sore back and twitching legs.

I simply desire to recline on my bed, yet I possess greater wisdom. I am aware of the suffering I will subject myself to if I choose to lie down and sleep after the alarm has sounded.

When I last attempted it, I ended up with a permanent scar on my back caused by the cut from my stepmother's wolf's claw.

And up until now, I am still wondering about how I ended up in this situation.

I am Serenity Nocturne and I happen to be the daughter of Lucius Nocturne, who holds the title of Alpha King. He is widely known as one of the strongest Alphas and is both respected and feared by other packs.

According to historical accounts, he was undefeated in battles and successfully fought against the Pack that murdered his parents during his childhood. He matured and swiftly acquired an unimaginable amount of power during the war.

The origin of his enigmatic abilities remained a mystery, granting him the agility of a gust and the strength of invisible might.

People were terrified of his wolf creature, which was known as the most feared and merciless. It would effortlessly and ruthlessly consume its foes.

As the sole offspring of his Luna, I expected to receive everlasting fear and admiration from everyone. However, that was not the case. Instead, I found myself enslaved, despised and rejected by all, forbidden from acknowledging the Alpha as my father or including his last name in my own.

I was rejected by everyone, even my father, and they also took away my royal status. I was treated as inferior to the lowest rank, like a slave.

My father, Alpha Lucius, has even publicly rejected me in front of everyone in our pack and has constantly warned me about being kicked out of the group.

He had been tormenting me and turning my life into a nightmare, a living hell. This happened because I accomplished something that had never been done before.

A terrible and horrifying deed.

I caused the death of his mate, the Luna. I caused the death of my own mother, but it was because she put my life in serious danger. Everything occurred three years in the past, during my fifteenth year of life.

I struggle to find words to describe the peculiar and overpowering force that has mysteriously consumed me.

On that evening, within the confines of her chamber, I tragically took my mother's life using only my hands, slashing her chest with my sharp nails and consuming her heart, which I suddenly desired like a bloodsucking cretin.

The only thing I remember is being overtaken by a fierce and unfamiliar beast spirit that emerged from within me.

It seized control of my thoughts, physical being, and inner self, just as it nearly ended my life. The peculiar creature was the one that rescued me from the brink of death.

I couldn't control myself and ended up killing my own mother before I could stop myself from going insane.

Everyone believed deep down that I was responsible for the death of the pack's Luna.

And that’s why they tortured me relentlessly, using wolfsbane to weaken my wolf and stripping me of my royal status, reducing me to a mere slave.

Nobody bothered to pay attention to my perspective. They never bothered to inquire about the reason behind my actions.

If I hadn't defended myself, I might have lost my life when my mother turned into a savage monster and assaulted me.

I made every effort to evade and flee the room in order to avoid harming her, but it proved to be futile. She was agile, menacing, and resolute in her mission to terminate my existence.

I was left with no option but to retaliate, and I would not have triumphed if it weren't for that exceptional power.

I don't know what that strange force was that suddenly possessed me, and I have no clue how it emerged from within me.

I sensed the unexpected existence of a peculiar being within me and could unmistakably discern that it was not my wolf, since I had not yet reached the age of sixteen.

Due to the extraordinary power of the creature, I violently assaulted my mother.

I suspected that my mother was under the influence of a demon. It was clear to me that she was not acting rationally, but unfortunately, I was unable to intervene or find a solution at that time.

This was because everyone was gathered at the royal palace to celebrate the birthday of the Beta's daughter.

I had to either defend myself and cause her death, or I lost my life.

I can still clearly recall the beginning of it all. Out of the blue, my mom whisked me away to her room amidst the ongoing birthday party, and I presumed she had something important to tell me.

I had no idea that she was already under the influence of a demonic enchantment and was not in her sane state of mind.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Why did you bring me to your room?” I inquired, but received no response.

Then, suddenly, I observed her eyes transform into a deep, hazy shade and her canine teeth elongate into pointed, razor-sharp fangs.

I was filled with fear and attempted to flee out the door as she suddenly leaped at me, sinking her sharp claws deeply into my back.

“Mom… no! Please! Help!” I shouted loudly for help when the pain overwhelmed me.

I tried desperately to escape, but my efforts were in vain. She pinned me down, her eyes filled with terror, her snarl sending chills down my spine, and her body exuding a demonic scent.

“Mom! Mom! What’s wrong with you? What’s happening? Mom, please!” I found it difficult to catch my breath as I trembled with intense terror.

However, she carelessly leaned over and bit into my neck, greedily drinking my blood while her sharp claws on her right hand lightly traced my chest as if she were seeking my heart.

I was overwhelmed by intense agony, causing me to struggle for air. Once again, my capacity to howl and plead for assistance diminished as my energy depleted from my entire being, resembling a faint trail of vapor.

My mother was indeed on the verge of harming me that evening, and not a single person came to my aid.

In the room, my voice went unnoticed and unheard as my screams were drowned out by the overpowering noise of drums and the festive materials used to celebrate the party on the hall.

She forcefully pulled her mouth away from my neck and emitted horrifying guttural noises.

“You! You must perish! You have to allow the demons to reign supreme!”

Those were the words I heard my mother unintentionally say, as if someone else were speaking through her.

“M-Mom…”