Breaking the Curse of the Lycan Prince

"Could you please disregard my father's orders this once? You don't have to strip me! Just wash my face with water so I can open my eyes again," I implored as my feet touched the bathroom floor.

"We never intended to follow his commands. We won't do that," one of them assured me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I had never expected anyone to show me even a glimmer of compassion. They promptly poured a full bucket of water over my face and handed me another to rinse off the stew splatter that had covered it.

I quickly washed my eyes thoroughly until I could finally open them again. Though the stinging pain persisted, I was overjoyed that I could see.

I turned to the guards with a grateful smile and was about to thank them when I heard the bathroom door creak open. Betty stood in the doorway with an angry expression.

"You defied my father, the Alpha!" Her voice echoed through the walls, and the bodyguards immediately fell to their knees, pleading with her not to report them. They were all visibly terrified, trembling uncontrollably.

"Do you see what you've put them through? Death! No guard disobeys the Alpha; you've jeopardized their lives!" She shouted, and I stood there, transfixed.

"Please, Betty, just this once. Spare them, I beg you. You can punish me, but don't drag innocent lives into my miserable existence."

"Nothing will prevent me from reporting this to my father! I'm glad to have a witness here!" She declared, and I noticed Gemma standing beside her, smirking and taunting me as she entered, her royal robe swaying elegantly.

Anger surged within me as our eyes locked. It was my mother's finest robe, a symbol of her status as the Luna, adorned with sparkling gems and exquisitely designed. Seeing this demon, Gemma, wearing it as Luna filled me with frustration, but I could only simmer in sadness because there was nothing I could do.

"Please, Luna, we..."

"Strip her now, and we'll all watch!" Gemma ordered, cutting them off as she giggled and draped her arm around Betty's shoulder, her gaze filled with smug satisfaction.

"Nothing will ever deter me from informing my father! I'm relieved to have a witness here!" She exclaimed, exhaling sharply. I glanced beside her and noticed Gemma, who was strutting in with a royal robe, snickering provocatively at me.

A surge of anger coursed through me as our eyes locked. The robe, a symbol of my mother's dignity as Luna, was adorned with sparkling gems and exquisitely designed, making it truly exceptional. Seeing this demon, Gemma, wear it as if she were the Luna frustrated me, leaving me with nothing but a sense of despair.

"Please, Luna, we..."

"Strip her now, while we all watch!" Gemma ordered abruptly, interrupting them with a gleeful tone as she draped her arm around Betty's shoulder, wearing a smug expression while staring at me.

My brow furrowed in disbelief, questioning whether I had heard her correctly. Perhaps my ears had misinterpreted the sound, or my brain had failed to process the message accurately. It couldn't be true.

"Do it now," Betty chuckled, pulling out her phone.

The guards, acting impulsively to save their lives, stood up and turned towards me, their stern expressions indicating that they wouldn't heed my pleas this time.

"We're sorry, but we have no other choice," one of them muttered as they advanced.

"Betty, are you really going to...expose my naked body?" I stammered, witnessing her aiming the camera of her phone at me.

Tears pricked my eyes and streamed down my cheeks as I pulled my feet back, praying it wasn't what I was thinking.

Gemma broke out laughing, and Betty smirked and gave me that smug smile.

"My friends at school would love to see your naked body! Maybe it will persuade some boys in my class to have you for a night, poor princess," she groaned mockingly, a sneer on her face. I almost puked because what she just said sounded terrible and nasty.

"Don't you dare!! Don't ever touch me!" I warned the royal guards, but their eyes merely glazed over as they continued as if I hadn't said anything.

I attempted running, but I couldn't get more than three steps away before being tackled and smashed against the wall. The three guards were now vicious and deaf to everything I said. Two grabbed my hands and legs with their massive arms, pinning them so tightly that I couldn't move them.

The last one grabbed the top of my gown and ripped it apart as I screamed, showing my bra.

"No! Stop!" I screamed, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The nightmare continued unabated as my gown was mercilessly torn apart, leaving me exposed to just my underwear.

Gemma and Betty erupted into another round of scornful laughter while recording the humiliating scene.

"This will be the perfect viral video and a fitting punishment for the harm you've done to our pack! Dad will certainly relish this," Betty giggled sadistically, her words piercing my heart like sharp daggers. Her laughter haunted me like a relentless specter in the night.

The men were callously stripping away my clothes, and I knew they would soon move on to my bra. My head throbbed, and my heart clenched with overwhelming rage as I struggled in vain to free myself.

I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth chattering in terror at the impending ordeal. It would be a colossal disgrace, and I feared my life would never be the same again. How could I ever face them after the world witnessed my humiliation?

My palms clenched into fists, but I remained powerless as the two burly guards pinned me firmly against the wall.