As a plus sized girl, my problem had never been how I'm being perceived. Well, they have to an extent. The ridicules I've faced even as the Alpha's daughter are more than problems to me but my main problem had never been that. They had instead been about how I would lift myself during times like this.
I had no wolf yet. No extreme strength yet as a werewolf. Just good sense of smelling and hearing. It was finally the day I would get the privilege of having a wolf. My birthday. But, I'm instead getting chased around the woods.
I had no plan for my birthday for my eighteenth year, I was still mourning my late father who had passed on two nights ago but I was waiting for my wolf. It was the best time for my wolf to be given to me because I needed a confidant at that time. But instead of getting my wolf, I'm getting chased down instead by people I do not recognize.
I had stepped out briefly for fresh air when my sensitive hearing had caught on some movements behind me. I had made a run for it before I heard footsteps chasing after me.
The woods was quite wild, surrounding the length and breadth of the Pack territory. I burst into a lane that was empty since it was quite late and I slowed down.
I looked around, gasping desperately for air. My eyes caught a car packed a few walks away from where I stopped. I approached it desperately as i caught on the sound of the men's footsteps running towards my direction.
When I slowly neared the car, I heard sounds of smooching and moans from the car and I thought for a second if I should let them be and not interrupt them since they could possibly be a couple. But, the men chasing me were slowly approaching and I had no other place to run to.
So, I continued approached. But, I suddenly stopped on my track when my nose caught a sharp familiar smell.
Strawberry and mist. That familiar scent belonged to someone I knew.
Marcel...
It couldn't be Marcel in that car right? He told me he was visiting his parents in Vante Pack to get blessing for our relationship. It is not possible.
I approached regardless, slowing down my step.
The car was a meserati but it definitely wasn't for Marcel. Even if it was his, it was probably rented.
My hands shot up to knock on the window as the smooching and moans became loud.
After three knocks, the window winds down and my suspicion was confirmed. My lips parted in shock.
It was Marcel by the driver's seat and a blonde seated on his laps, wearing only tight jeans, her breast and ripe nipples in full display.
Marcel was shirtless with his designer pants on. The designer pants I got for him for his birthday.
It cost three thousand five hundred dollars.
"W-what is going on here?" My throat tightened, lump forming there.
"Who the fuck are you?" The blonde girl barked. My scent caught her rank. She was the Beta's sister first daughter.
"Marcel, answer me." I barked at him.
"I don't owe you an explanation." He bit out.
"Of course, you do! You are cheating on me."
"Listen, CharWhale..."
I blinked. "W-what did you just say?"
That is the mockery name given to me in the group chat of elite male werewolves where I was cyberbullied. In that group chat, they shared made up nudes of me, compared me to animals and plotted to harm me in ways unimaginable. Someone had once hinted that Marcel was part of the group chat but I shut it down and even cut ties with the person.
"Listen, Charlotte. Marcel is the admin of the group chat and he came up with that name."
A tear slid down my face, unable to fathom what was happening.
No way.
"Like I said," he continued, "I don't owe you any explanation, I—"
The men approached. I quickly wiped my tears.
"Listen, Marcel. We can talk later, can you let me in?"
He frowned as the blonde girl proceeded rolling her tongue on his bare chest.
"Please. Some men are chasing me. I don't know why but I need a place to hide."
"With that size of yours? You can't come in." I looked down at my weight.
"Please, Marcel! These men want to kill me!"
"Is that not better? They'd be doing me a favour because ive always wanted to get rid of you oversized bitch."
The men finally came into view, face mask highlight only their glowing green eyes and their lips.
Before my very eyes, he settled the blonde girl off his laps to the passenger's seat, her breast bouncing. And he starts the car, zooming off.
Without warning, the men — five in number seized me and without much time, they took out their claws, scratching me severally everywhere. From my back, to my chest, my face and they slit my neck.
My vision became blurry and my strength seized as blood gushed out of my neck. A metallic taste gathered in the roof of my mouth and I spluttered out blood, collapsing on the floor instantly. As my eyes shut slowly, I see Marcel's car zoom out of sight.
"Moon goddess, help," was my last words as my world went blank.