Chapter 1: Life as a Pawn
*** Cassandra P.O.V ***
“Cassandra…!!!”
I turned immediately, running to where my stepmother stood, I looked down quickly avoiding her gaze. I didn’t want to do anything upsetting to her.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me, looking for anywhere I had messed up, she smiled snakily looking at me.
My whole body crawled with the attention she was giving me. She definitely knew how nervous and scared she makes me feel.
I was sure she was trying to make fun of my appearance and remind me of how cursed I was and how my mother left me a few years after I was born. It was her usual thing to do or say.
She said in an arrogant tone, “You have ten minutes to leave my sight and mind you, we would be expecting an important guest today so I wouldn’t want you loitering around while the party is on. Go to your cursed room and remain there as always.”
“Yes Mum,” I muttered slowly.
“W—what… I’m not your damn MOTHER! I have warned you severally don’t call me that. You imbecile!.” She barked.
A small chuckle escaped my lips while she was still ranting. I’ve always known she hated me calling her mother and I always used that to my own advantage whenever I want to piss her off. Sometimes, the times I did that don’t always end well and one of those times is today.
“You cursed wolfless demon… Did you just smile while I’m talking to you?” She spat.
Her voice filled with rage and disgust.
I felt my body freeze in embarrassment, my eyes widened as she walked toward me. Grabbing my hair and yanking my head so hard that it hurt so much.
I winced in pain feeling the sting on my scalp and face.
I tried to say something but my words were caught in my throat.
“Now, get out of here before the guests arrive. And make sure no one sees you as you retire to your room, especially my daughter. I don’t want her to be filled with your bad luck today. She needs to have a perfect day with one of the Alpha guests today.” Stepmother Margret, added as she let go of my hair and laughed wickedly after realising the damage she’s done to me.
Walking away, I clenched my fist tightly imaging my fist on her face and letting her know how hard it is if she were to be in my shoes. Not that my father would care if I was to make a report of what had happened. He’s the one being controlled by this wicked woman and not the other way around.
Sometimes, I imagine if he truly is fit to be the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack since he began his second marriage with that woman.
My fist shook at the image. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I wanted to be angry, but there was nothing the anger could do at this point in time.
I’m just a wolfless and worthless slave in the pack, and all I can do is endure and hope for the future to be better than now.
I collected myself and headed inside the house to my room upstairs.
Avoiding the stares and the distance I received from the members and workers of the household.
I don’t blame them since they all believed I was wolfless and cursed. So, no one in their right sense would want to interact with me.
Besides, anyone who dares would be inviting trouble to him or herself.
I was always treated like an omega even though I am a member and first child of the family.
In reality, my 'room' is actually simply a wardrobe, or maybe a slightly smaller place.
As soon as I got to my room, I lay down on the tiny bed for a few minutes listening to the music being played in the background signalling the party had begun and some guests might have already arrived.
After ten minutes of lying on the bed, I was disturbed by the loud sound of my stomach rumbling.
“Oh shit, I forgot to get my dinner before the party began. Gosh… And I was asked to stay indoors until the party is over” I said sitting and contemplating what to do next.
“Well, I would just put on a mask and quietly sneak into the kitchen and run back to the room.” A voice inside my head said.
“Great! That’s a good idea. Let me quickly knit out a mask and put it on then. I definitely wouldn’t want to go to bed without eating.” I added.
Five minutes later, I knitted out a not-so-beautiful but moderate mask. Put it on and headed downstairs to the kitchen sneakily.
Successfully, she got to the kitchen with a sigh of relief. Cassandra quickly picked out some food, snacks and drinks. While at it and seeming the impatient one, she had a bite of each of the snacks she could lay her hands on and gulped a shot of drinks to the different wines her eyes set on.
This night seems like the best night for her because in the past and during this period she was always sent leftovers by the servants to her room directly and warned to not set foot outside until the parties had ended.
Excitedly, Cassandra kept eating the freshly prepared meals and drinking some newly opened wines. At the same time, she packed some food she would take to her room and eat later in the night or by morning tomorrow.
After what seemed like forever, she had got enough food and drinks with her and was ready to sneak back to her room.
Carefully, she looked around and found out that the previous path she had taken to come downstairs to the kitchen had been occupied by some persons.
Annoyed, she decided to use the backdoor of the house believing she would use the secret passage of her father that leads to her room upstairs.
Over the years, Cassandra has always been a fan of her father’s inventions and due to that she literally knows most of her father’s secrets and that includes his house invention and the blueprints of his lands and money. Well, not with her father knowing. She got to know this because of her constant day-to-day activity in the household. Being locked up in the room all day or left out in the house while the rest of the family goes out for some kinda party or occasion from another pack...
Just when she thought she was successfully going to use the backdoor to the secret passage.
She got caught!
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