Breaking the Curse of the Lycan Prince

Initially hesitant to remove my bra and panties, Betty's impatience won out.

"Quickly, strip her of her undergarments and get this over with. I need a captivating video, or you can choose to face my father's wrath. She's no longer the Alpha's daughter; she's now a slave. Treat her accordingly!" Betty's cruel command reverberated in my ears, leaving me gasping and shaking my head vehemently.

"No! No!! No!!" I continued to plead and scream at the top of my lungs as tears streamed down my cheeks like unrelenting rivers.

The sensation of their hands on my exposed skin was not only irritating but also deeply repugnant for someone born an Alpha like me. It shattered my heart into countless pieces. My eyes remained wide open, painfully aware of Betty's camera pointing at me. It felt like an undeserved punishment for every transgression I had committed.

As I imagined the entire pack watching this video, I couldn't help but wonder what would be left of me. I'd become a laughingstock, even among the youngest pack members. These horrifying thoughts swarmed my mind, and my wolf, unable to contain itself, began to stir within me. But I knew I was no match for anyone.

Despite having undergone my first shift, my wolf turned out to be the weakest, vulnerable even to the lowest-ranked Omega—a fact that had earned me my father's disdain as his daughter. I had taken his mate's life, yet I could never come close to an Alpha's strength and powers.

"Hit her if she tries to resist! Show no mercy to a heartless killer like her, or you'll be implicated as her accomplice!" Gemma chimed in, offering a wicked smile to Betty, who responded with laughter before departing, after scrutinizing me as if expecting something more from me.

At that very moment, with a surge of combined strength from my wolf, I managed to free my right hand, which had been held by one guard, and I swiftly landed a powerful punch and headbutt on the ones in front of me.

Perhaps I shouldn't have done that. Maybe I should have stayed calm and accepted my cruel fate. My actions triggered an intense rage from the royal guards, and before I could blink twice, they unleashed a barrage of heavy blows and kicks upon me.

My entire body throbbed with pain, my lips were already bleeding, and someone delivered a brutal kick to my face. My stomach burned with excruciating pain, rendering me incapable of screaming as I whimpered under the relentless assault.

"Leave her for now, but fetch a wolfsbane whip so I can give her a few lashes before I head to school," Betty ordered, sending a shiver of dread through me. I vividly remember the searing pain it inflicted, and the thought of enduring it again was unbearable.

The bodyguards abandoned me, writhing in pain on the ground. I knew that the agony I currently suffered was nothing compared to what awaited when Betty wielded that wolfsbane whip. I doubted I could survive, so I had no choice but to beg for my life.

Rising to a kneeling position, I began pleading with Betty. She dropped her phone only to pick it up again, recording me as I begged for mercy while she laughed heartily. But I cared little about the shame, even if it continued to break me. My life was the most important thing at stake.

"Please, Betty, stop this torment. Please. I never mistreated you or wronged you in the past. We were never enemies. Why turn against me just because you're in a higher position now? I beg you, please stop..." I whimpered, tears streaming down my face as my disheveled hair covered my eyes.

My stomach twisted and burned with a combination of pain and hunger, and my pounding head added to my misery. The soreness from the earlier beating inflicted by the bodyguards throbbed from various parts of my body.

"I take immense pleasure in watching you cry helplessly. It brings me joy and satisfaction. It makes me feel even more like the Alpha's daughter..." She grinned and discreetly stashed her phone behind her back.

Just then, a guard returned carrying a whip that sizzled ominously, soaked in wolfsbane. A mere touch would rend my skin, not to mention the agony of being whipped by it.

"You may leave," she told the guard with a smile, but he hesitated, appearing to have a message to convey, albeit with evident fear.

"Why are you still standing there?" Betty snapped, her gaze intimidating, and he trembled as he approached and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. His eyes were wide with fear, and I couldn't discern the content of his message.

Betty listened, and whatever he said made her recoil and gasp audibly, her eyes widening with the same fear that had gripped the guard.

"Lycan?" I heard her mutter softly.

I was perplexed, watching the scene unfold and wondering what the guard could have disclosed to elicit such a reaction from Betty. Even the whip slipped from her hand in shock at whatever he had told her.

My lips parted, ready to inquire about the mysterious revelation, but then, something strange and wholly unexpected occurred.

My nose caught a scent—an intoxicating aroma that embodied everything beautiful my mind could fathom. It was a scent of vanilla and sandalwood, with a citrusy note that engulfed my soul and enveloped me in its intense warmth.

"Mate!" my wolf howled in my mind, a realization that struck me like lightning.