Slave to the Tyrant Alpha's Stepdaddy: Reborn to hunt the Alphas

“Betty, Betty, where are you?” A soothing melodious voice was heard as the faint sounds of approaching footsteps resounded across the room. Standing on the bathroom floor was a young Redhead, her eyes glued to the wall mirror. She was just done with bathing, still dressed in her blue pajamas, she brushed her teeth as she watched herself, when the wooden door creaked open. Rushing into the bathroom was her young roommate, with grey eyes, 5'6", and long jet-black hair that touched her waist. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she glanced at Betty. Betty raised an eyebrow, with her head slightly tilted, “What is it, Monica? Jerry asked you out?” She asked. Monica shook her head, she breathed in deeply, “Nah, I would have thrown a party if it was that…..” Monica grinned, “Haven't you heard?” She asked. Betty frowned “Heard what?” Monica softly exhaled, “It's currently the hottest trending topic already, the Huntress struck again last night” “Alpha Casmian has been reported dead, the Grey Night pack is currently without an Alpha” “They've been demoted from being a member of the Great Packs” Monica reported. Not hiding her excitement, meanwhile, Betty shrugged, “Well, Alphas are strong, but they're not unkillable, do you think the Huntress did a bad thing by assassinating an Alpha?” She asked. Monica blinked for a few seconds, “Are you kidding me?” She asked, “Ever since the werewolves revealed themselves to the world” “We've been protected from the tyranny of the Vampires, those wanderers of the Night” “The fourteen Alphas were the pinnacles that protected humanity from those bloodsuckers” She paused for a second, “With their numbers going down, our protection as well rapidly deteriorates with them” She softly exhaled, “Before we had fourteen Alphas, now only twelve remain….” “The Huntress already took out two,” Monica stated. Betty glanced at Monica for a moment. She breathed in deeply, “But what if there's a reason, what if she had a valid reason to kill those damned Alphas?” She asked. Monica shook her head, “Whatever reason that may be, can't it be buried for the sake of humanity?” She asked. Betty buried her disappointment with a bitter smile. She softly exhaled, “No one would understand what those bastards did to my father,” She mumbled. Monica raised an eyebrow, “What did you say?” She asked, not hiding her confusion. Betty shook her head, “It's nothing, I was simply talking to myself,” She answered. Betty observed her roommate for a moment. Monica was dressed in a red gown, her dress exposing both her curvy waist and her soft ass. Both Monica and Betty were petite and slim, while Monica was flat on the surface, she had a nice backside. Meanwhile, Betty was different; she was blessed with both fine ass and soft boobs. Her beauty radiated in the sunlight. Her skin was like alabaster, luminous and smooth, with a subtle sheen that hinted at a radiant glow from within. Her fiery locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of sunset hues, the coppery tones dancing in the light as she moved. But it was her eyes that truly captivated-cerulean pools that seemed to hold the very essence of a cloudless summer sky. Their depths sparkling with a warmth and vitality that drew all who beheld her in. Her complexion was a masterful blend of delicate features and striking contrasts, the porcelain skin serving as a stunning backdrop for the vibrant colors that surrounded it. She was someone every man would die for. And yet, despite her beauty, she was still single. In fact, Betty had never been in a relationship before; to her, no man was worthy of her. Her true name was never Betty to begin with, this was simply a persona she had created to hide herself. To hide herself from them. Betty took a deep breath, she smiled, pleased with Monica's dressing style “It seems you're ready for the party?” She asked. Monica nodded with a giggle, “Of course, who wouldn't be ready? The Red Date party is being hosted by the Dark Sword pack after all” “And even Alpha Damian will be present,” Monica answered. Hearing the name “Damian” caused Betty to frown. Monica noticed it, she raised an eyebrow, “What? Don't tell me you aren't attending?” She asked. Betty grinned, “Of course I'm going dummy, it's just I'll be going with someone so we won't see tonight” Monica's eyes widened in shock, “Wait a minute, you have a date?” She was dumbstruck, her mouth agape. Betty shrugged, “Sure, is that surprising?” She asked. Monica nodded, “Very surprising, since the day I've known you Betty, you've never liked a guy not to mention having a date” Betty shrugged, “Well I have now, so I'll be busy tonight….Hope you have some fun,” She said. Monica grinned, “Well I'm happy for you, tell me everything when you get up tomorrow, I'll be waiting” Monica waved her roommate goodbye as she left the bathroom, heading out of the apartment. She was leaving for the Red Date party, the hottest party in the history of Amsterdale City. The moment Monica exited the bathroom, Betty's face fell, she glared at the mirror, not hiding her animosity. She whispered, “Alpha Damian.” Her fist clenched, and suddenly her lips curled into a dark grin. “Tonight is the day you finally die” Betty's true name was infact Crystal Ryder, daughter of Alpha Cory Ryder. The fifteenth Alpha of humanity and the only Alpha whose name was erased from history. Fifteen years ago, he was murdered by the fourteen Alphas. Crystal lost everything that night, her father, her sisters, her clan, and even herself. Once a proud wolf of the Crimson Star pack, now a huntress. She was the one who killed Alpha Sextian and Alpha Casmian and now tonight, she's going to kill Alpha Damian. The bastard whom she hated the most. After all, he was the one who not only sealed her werewolf powers, forcing her to be a mundane human. He was also her stepdad, the animal who married her mother and erased her existence from the world. Betty gritted her teeth, “I'm coming for you, Alpha Damian” “My stepdad”