The Cursed Beta and the Lycan King

My dad and I go through the park towards the playground, enjoying the warm sun on our shoulders. They belong to our pack, the Red River Pack; they are the Alpha and Sev. They seem to never have time for me because they are constantly so busy. I adore days like this when they spend the entire day with me. Every time, they arrange a fun outing for me. I can not wait to use the playground equipment. Later on, ice cream was mentioned, I think. When we go to the playground, I run off with my parents' okay. Danger hid in the shadows while I played on the jungle gym and showed my parents my prowess in running, jumping, and climbing. As they talked, my parents made fun of me for being such a rambunctious puppy. With the sun shining, I felt the gentle spring breeze enveloping me like a refreshing blanket. All was well in the world, but it was especially so when my parents were around. A stranger emerged as I was playing and came up to my parents. Curious, I gave up playing and watched as the guy came up to my parents. The guy did not seem to upset my paients at all. For what reason might they be? They knew that pack members would inevitably approach them because they were Alpha and Sev. That is, until I saw that the stranger was not one of the gang. But then again, unlike my parents, I did not know every member of the flock. Before he could get to my parents, the man halted. When he produced a gun, he was within a few feet away. My parents noticed me as I yelled. They were worried about me when they should have been worried for themselves, and they stared at me as if I would be hurt. I gestured to the outsider. My parents were about to look at the stranger when he swiftly shot them both in the head. While the stranger fled, I saw their lifeless bodies fall to the ground and people in the park cry in fear. I just stood there, frozen, tears welling up from my eyes. My parents never moved, despite my will for them to do so. My body is as cold as ice, and I abruptly awaken from the nightmare I have experienced for the past eight years, which has been my constant dream. My life completely changed in the worst ways when I was ten years old. My Uncle Grant and Aunt Ginger, who are currently the Alpha and Sev of my parent's pack, took me in after my parents passed away. A year older than I am, my cousin Andrea is a part of my nightmare right now. As an example, Amirea thought it would be amusing to wake me up by throwing ice cold water at me. As I get out of bed, I shiver. My covers were sodden. I mutter to myself, realising that I am not going to get many chances to make the necessary changes. Was that really necessary? I ask, pointing to my drenched bed and clothes. "I decided to take matters into my own hands because you were taking too long to get up." Andrea answers icily. "You can not be lazy today—it is simply too essential." She chastises . How could I overlook it? It was my eighteenth birthday as well as Andrea's twentieth. Though we were born a year apart, on the same day. Andrea would never be friends with me, even though we should be great friends. Upon my adoption, my aunt and uncle decided to turn me into their personal slave rather than raise me as one of their own. I never have time for myself because of this. Because I spend most of my time in the pack house with a never-ending list of things to do, I never completed my schooling and have never been able to meet a partner. But it would be different today. Along with my aunt, uncle, and cousin, I am going to Century Park today. As their servant, I will be there to take care of whatever requirements they may have. Sometimes I find it difficult to return to the park where my parents passed away. The location haunts my memories and is frequently eerie. Nevertheless, I am glad to be leaving this abandoned pack house. "How could I forget that it is our birthday?" I exclaim, yanking my sodden sheets and blankets off the bed to prevent them from destroying my mattress. I feel a searing feeling on my cheek. It is not your birthday; it is mine. If our birthdays coincide, that does not bother me. You will not overshadow my particular day—today is my day. We have to leave, and your lazy ass will not cause us to be late. Now, get dressed and tidy this messy room." Andrea scolds me again before storming out of my attic room. I cleaned my room swiftly. Andrea seems interested in the way my room looks, though I am not sure why. Andrea's words, "You are my slave, and how you appear and portray yourself matters," keep repeating in my mind. Why she believes that someone would be in my room is beyond me. She must think I am a slut, I think. Since I am a virgin, I have no idea where she gets the inspiration to imagine me. I straighten my room and then put on my clothes. I am wearing a basic cream-colored sleeveless dress with thin black vertical stripes. The dress reaches my knees. I put on my beat-up black flats and quickly tie my ponytail. Then, I glance in the broken wall mirror to see how I appear. I guess one way to define myself is as cracked. Another would be broken. It is not the actual me in the mirror; it is the fractured and broken me. The true me, like my wolf, is in hiding. To be honest, I have no idea if my wolf is hiding or not. She must be, I suppose. Years ago, I should have had her, but she never showed up. My uncle and aunt had me assessed. After witnessing my parents' murders, the pack doctor determined that my wolf was traumatised. When my parents passed away, I was exactly the age at which she ought to have begun to show signs of becoming an alpha wolf. I cannot hold my wolf responsible for his trauma as I was also traumatised. Upon discovering that I lacked a wolf, my aunt and uncle decided I was not suitable to be the pack leader and assumed control of my parent's pack. Only until I was old enough to take charge of my parents' pack was I meant to be in their care. By integrating my parents' pack, my aunt and uncle saw an opportunity to grow their own.