Beauty And The Ferocious Lycan Beast

CAELINA ❧❧❧❧❧ If you asked a third of werewolves when they first felt their wolves, they’d mostly tell you eighteen, twenty or, for early bloomers, sixteen. However, mine was different. The first time I felt my wolf was when I saw him. The masked alpha. My parents' murderer. I still remembered the day vividly. My father, the alpha of our pack, threw a feast to celebrate his recent win. Everyone was there. Friends. Family. Enemies. My father believed in keeping his friends close and his enemies closer. That was one of the many things I'd caught up on as his daughter. The feast was huge. The sound of the royal trumpets was the first thing I heard. Cold sweats clung to my forehead as I opened my eyes. I lifted my back off the soft cushions, hoping to sight maids running around but there were no traces of anyone. They must've gone to help with the feast. I caught sight of my brother. Calvin. "The guests are here, Caebear." My stomach twisted as I reared my gaze in his direction. "How dare you call me that—" I hated the nickname. He started calling me that a few years ago and hadn’t stopped since. I got out of bed slowly, with my small fists clenching to place a punch on his shoulder but before I could do it, he used his werewolf reflexes to catch my fist in the air. I tried to wriggle out of his hold. It didn't work. I guess the training he went on one of his many trips outside the pack had made him that strong. It sucked that I didn't stand a chance to go to training yet. Dad said princesses weren't meant for war. "Chill, lil sis. The hassle isn't worth it. We both know you're going to call for dad." His voice swirled into my ears as my face flashed all shades of red. "Let go of me this instant!" I groaned helplessly. "Or what?" Just then, the door opened. "Still bullying your younger sister? Why don't you help me with some of the guests, babe?" A feminine voice chimed in, and almost immediately, I caught sight of Estelle, my brother's girlfriend. She walked up to him, and as soon as she got close enough, I noticed his features softened. I wasn't sure if it was because of the mate bond they shared, but Estelle had the perfect control over Calvin. It felt good to know my beastly brother could be tamed. "It feels good to see my brother on a leash. It's been long since I saw him being tamed. Do me a favor, Estelle. Keep him tight on the leash." I teased. A bold red hue flashed over Calvin's features. "How dare you!" His eyes flashed a different color, and my chest heaved as I tried to yank out of his hold, but it was too tight. He stepped closer, and for a second, a growl tearing through his lips. With my heart pounding heavily in my chest, I turned to the one person who could tame him. Estelle. Her lips pulled into an all-knowing smile as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Let's go, Cal." Calvin's lips carved into a smirk, and in that moment, the red gleam in his eyes faded. A wave of relief hit me as he eventually released his grip on my wrist and walked away. "Thanks for listening, babe." Estelle muttered as she pulled him into a hot kiss. "f**k… you look sexy. You make me want to—" Her fingers crossed his lips as if to shut him up, and he did just that. It still shocked me how much control my brother's omega mate had on him. Disgust rolled through me in waves as I beamed. "Get a room." Calvin flashed me an intimidating look before walking out of the room. The instant the doors snapped closed, I brushed off the dust from my dress. "Thanks for keeping him on the mate leash." "You still call it that? We both know Cal doesn't like it." She warned as I rolled my eyes. "I mean, what could he do? Get angry? I'm sure you'll be there to keep him on the leash. How do you calm him? I'll definitely be needing that skill more." Estelle chuckled. "I can't wait to see how your mate tames you. By then you'll understand. Other than that, Calvin's been worried sick lately. Something about a rival alpha who might be planning to attack our pack." "I guess we'll have to wait and see." I mumbled as Estelle turned towards the door. "I have to go; your brother must be waiting for me." She walked toward the door, and I turned away, thinking of nothing more than my bath. But then came the sound that tore through the silence— a scream. "Ah!" I froze. I recognized that scream. It belonged to her. Estelle. Fear clawed at my chest as I heard a mighty howl tear through the air. It was unlike any I'd ever heard. Not like Calvin's. Definitely not like Dad’s. "Leave her!" I heard Calvin's voice in the hallway as I raced towards the door. I gripped the doorknob slowly, and with my breaths rolling out in heavy, fractured puffs, I pulled it a little. From the little gap, I caught the sight of a trail of blood in the hallway. I traced it with my eyes and as I dragged my gaze through the haze of blood; I saw Estelle. Her back was facing me. Her legs shuffled backwards unsteadily. "Please don't hurt my mate. Kill me if you want." Her pleas were soft. In that moment, a metal blade jet through the air, piercing her abdomen as she crashed to the floor. Panic surged into my bloodstream. I tried to sniff Estelle's wolf scent, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find it. "I-it must be my sniffing skills. They must be failing me..." I stammered. I closed my eyes, trying again and again, yet, there was no scent in the air. It was almost as if she was... A breathless sob nearly tore through my lips but I bit back at it. Shock gripped me. Estelle was dead. The urge to step out of the room clawed at my chest but I was thirteen. Just thirteen. I'd be torn to shreds if I dare step out. And besides, I had to stay in. Mum and Dad wouldn't forgive themselves if I died to the claws of a rival alpha. I tried to sniff him, but he had hidden his scent. It was common among many werewolf packs. Just then, I caught a whiff of a scent. No two. It was Calvin, and wait, was that... Dad? It was obvious they were about to fight. I paced backwards, my legs trembling as I heard my father's command. "Attack—!" My father's roar was loud and commanding at first. The walls of my room quivered. I heard the snarls, growls and the sound of things falling apart. I thought it would never end. But then it came. Silence. No. No. My father let out a victorious roar after every one of his wins. What happened this time? My fingers quivered at my sides. My chest constricted slowly. I paced backwards, my knees slowly buckling as fear clawed at my chest. J My head spun with a headache. My vision soon started to blur and I gripped the frames of my bed for support. My consciousness waned. "Help me." My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. A strange heat glided down my spine. At that moment, I felt my wolf. It was young, weak, and helpless. "Run, Princess." The voice I heard was soft. Feather-soft. My nails dug deeper into my palms as blood trickled out of the spot. I wanted to stay. I had to. Yet every single instinct screamed at me to run, to do anything— but I was stuck here, forced to listen. I heard a scream, then another, and then I heard it. My mother's scream. She was there too? The thud of her body hitting the floor roller into my ears as realization hit me like a smack in the face. The rogues were winning. I felt sick. Everything inside me was breaking. My family. My pack. All because I was too weak to help them. Too young to fight. Too afraid. When the silence finally came, it was worse than the noise. He’d won. The rival alpha Calvin was worried about had finally come and had won. He killed my family. With shaky breaths rolling out of my nostrils, I paced towards the door, and I caught sight of the rival alpha shifting back into his wolf form. A bright ray of red light clawed at my eyes. From the cracked view my room’s door spared, I could see his full form. He was tall. Towering. Muscled. The sight of him screamed danger. He had a hood on. It was down low, casting a shadow over everything. But what I did see was a sign, a tattoo on his hands: a spider, inked onto his wrist. I seared the image of him into my brain. That tattoo. I would never forget it. When, at last, the rogues left, I crawled from my hiding place, legs numb and shaking beneath me. I stood there staring at what used to be my home. My parents were gone. My pack scattered and ambushed. But one thing was clear. I would get my revenge upon their murders. And most importantly, I'd kill the one with the spider tattoo.