THE HIDDEN LUNA QUEEN

Maeve POV I never thought I would lose my V-card on such an ordinary day.... and with the most unexpected person. I had indeed fantasized about leaving my current pack, leaving behind my Alpha father, Stepmother and half-sister and escaping this "family" that treated me like nothing but a servant. The day everything happened, however.... I was completely unprepared. That morning began like any other. Breakfast had been served__all home made and carefully prepared by our hard-working and diligent chefs__and my family had seated themselves around the grand dinning table, each dressed in some of their most luxurious day attire. Meanwhile, I stood quietly in my dedicated spot in the corner, wearing my usual rags. My sister Sarah, adorned from head to toe with exquisite jewelry. Tapped on her porcelain cup with her silver spoon. I immediately stepped forward to pour freshly brewed coffee. "Bah__this tastes awful!" She spat with a curled lips, startling me silently. I could see her roll her eyes indiscreetly at me as she glossed mouth with a napkin. "It is truly so hard for you to make a decent cup of coffee?" I floundered. "But__" "Honestly, after so many years, you'd think she'd have learned how to do it by now." The harsh, refined voice that spoke immediately made me tense. Victoria__Luna of moonstone, as well as Sarah's mother... and my stepmother, if she could be called that__glared at me with utter disdain. "What a pathetically useless mutt our little Maeve is" Useless mutt... My jaw clenched and my fists tightened almost painfully in my skirt. I could feel my eyes start to water and it took everything for me to keep them from falling... from defending myself. Insults, unfortunately, were not a new occurrence in this household, but regardless of how much they still hurt to hear, I had to take it. If I didn't... they would not hesitate to lock me up in the storage room again... I lowered my head, hiding my face from view. "Please, forgive me," I whispered. "I'll do better next time." A deep, heavy sigh took command of the room, prompting everyone else to fall silent. I glanced up and met the disapproving eyes of my father, who shook his head. "Leave us, Maeve," he said, turning his focus back to his breakfast, "and find something productive to do with your time." I gritted my teeth. "Yes, Alpha," I said before retreating to the kitchen to begin cleaning. Indeed... my father was Alpha Burton of moonstone, a minor but growing pack in the Werewolf Kingdom, and with that came many great expectations. I may have been hus daughter, but I've never been treated as such. Washing the dirty kitchenware while the rest of the family feasted lavishly in the grand dinning room, I truly was no better than an Omega servant. And Victoria always made sure I knew I was a mistake Well... Father's mistake. My birth mother's identity has long since been a mystery__all I knew was not of Victoria's blood. The Luna, herself, had told me the story of my father's sin. It was the worst night of their lives, she'd said... that night my father brought me to the packhouse as an infant baby. A horrible accident He'd called me. Victoria had to announce that she was pregnant with an unplanned baby. It was until enough time for a premature werewolf baby to be born that I was eventually introduced to the high society as the miracle daughter of Moonstone. And now, we appet to be the ideal upper-class family to the outside world. The Alpha, his Luna and their two... cherished daughters. I ran a dry cloth over a stainless steel pan, wiping away the little droplets of water that remained until I saw nothing but my reflection staring back at me. My hand slowed, placing the cloth down on the counter. The girl in my reflection__ her lifeless eyes that hid everything she'd yearned to say but lacked the freedom to... her skin pale after being confined to the packhouse for so long... her dark, unkempt hair that didn't suit her face. She was nothing more than a facade. A blemish on the great Moonstone that needed to be concealed. Lost in thoughts, I solemnly ran my hands through my dull dark hair. The was apparently a time when It was the most beautiful, vibrant shade of red, but u never got to see it. Father and Victoria forced me to dye it they are all darked-hair, fearing it will expose the truth behind our family. But even with the hair they desired, they forbade me from attending public events unless necessary. I don't understand... If they were so miserable with me around, why did they keep me? I didn't have to stay here. I'd be more than happy living with another pack, or even in the capital__ alone but completely and utterly free. Ever since I reached 18, according to the birthday my father told me, I'd begged to talk about leaving here with my father. But he never would make time for me. "Ah, that reminds me," father said, his voice booming through the dinning room into the kitchen. "My darling Sarah, a very special guest has agreed to attend your eighteenth birthday party." In the boastful way he spook, he was undeniable pleased with the news he had to share. I heard Sarah gasped dramatically. "Are you saying...?" Victoria began to ask, sounding hopeful. Father cleared his throat. "His Royal Highness__ Prince Xaden, himself__ will be there." Silence filled the room for mere moments before total chaos broke loose. "Oh__my__God!" "Sarah, this could be your chance! We need nothing but the finest for the party!" "I know! Oh my__ what should I wear?" I frowned pensively, I opened the cupboards and slowly putting away the kitchenware. Of course, i knew who Prince Xaden was... well, I knew of him, at least. Word around the Kingdom, and especially our packhouse, was that he was likely to become our next Alpha King. Young and formidable, he was the pride of all werewolves alike, and every young woman dreamt of catching the young Prince's attention. After all, becoming his mate meant possibly becoming the future Luna Queen. And this, in turn, meant that he had lines of Alphas and their daughters constantly on his doorstep, which now includes my own family. it had only become a matter of time before they started acting on their schemes... and Sarah's birthday party was the best opportunity for that. As the beloved youngest daughter of the Alpha, her coming-of-age birthday was certain to be the most extravagant social events. Inviting the prince only seemed like the logical thing to do. Meanwhile, mine was skipped because they want to save some money and told everyone I was sick. "Ugh__ none of my clothes will do! I can't meet Prince Xaden in these ugly, outdated rags! I need to go to the capital__ I'd be able to find the perfect outfit there... is that acceptable, Daddy?" "What an excellent idea, sweetheart," Father cooed, I could practically see the love and adoration all over his face. A gleeful squeal echoed in the dinning room. It wasn't long before the car pulled up to escort Sarah to the capital, Which she was quick to run to. Due to the expensive and delicate nature of her dress, however, she had to enter the car slowly and carefully. Victoria rushed to her aid, While father and I stood near the front door of the packhouse. Father suddenly jabbed his finger towards me, I couldn't help but instinctively recoil. "You, go with her." A small shriek emerge from the car, with Sarah staring between me and my father in disbelief. Victoria standing near the open car door, glowered dangerously at me before turning to her husband. "Dear, this isn't really necessary, is it?" She asked, shamelessly betraying her sheer disgust. "Daddy, don't make me be seen with her at the capital!" "S-Sir, is there's nothing I need to buy," I stammered, confused. "Is there something__?" Father ignored all the commotion. "You will need a dress for Sarah's birthday party. But buy something decent to wear." Shock. Bewilderment. Dare I say... hope.