Chapter 1 The Doom Of Facade Treaty

• —Fiona—
• “Fuckkk…” the cold water that was doused across my face woke me from my lucid nightmare instantly.
• The fact that I had just been running through a thick forest that smelled of stale death and rotten memories while fighting for the bare thread of life I hung onto felt like a calming wave when compared to the whip that came across my stomach later.
• I sprinted off the flat mattress and bumped straight into the wall. Opening my eyes, I saw Kim glaring hard at me, her whole squad of servants plus the Betas daughter standing behind her and laughing at my pain.
• I should probably be used to this. But each time she finds a new technique to torture me and it makes me wonder if she is a wolf or just an evil rogue.
• “What the fuck do you think you are doing lying around? The Treaty starts in two hours and we have guests already coming in.” She handed the whip in her hand to her right hand servant and pointed at me. “Get your fucking smelly ass in the kitchen and help!” She ended it in a loud voice probably to scare me more.
• It doesn't, but I have developed the habit of pretending that it does by flinching against the wall. “Yes Kim.”
• “I am surprised you haven't sold her to the rogues yet. She is so dirty.” Bella, the betas slutty daughter comments while rubbing her nose and looking around the tiny basement I used as a room.
• Kim turned to Bella, a faint knowing smile brimming hot in those malicious eyes. “Soon enough. But first, make sure you press my dress before going to the kitchen. If you so much as make a mess of it, I will wring your neck faster than you can blink. And we both know father doesn't give a rat's ass about your life.”
• “Understood Kim.”
• She wiped her hands with some napkins before walking out of the basement leaving me with nothing but total remorse for her and my entire family.
• Without wasting time I rush to Kim's dressing room and find the little peach dress hung on the dresser. Quickly working around it, I finished up and returned to the kitchen.
• Every year, the country hosts a treaty meeting where all cardinals —the witches, lycans, rogues and werewolves—meet to sit, drink, attempt to poison each other and pretend they are all united according to the alliance of truce that was made over two hundred years ago.
• The Faye's pack were supposed to host this event but in some really weird manner which surprisingly benefits my father—the Alpha of the Willow Pack—the Faye's pack ended up with a contagious plague.
• It was exactly a week ago when the Beta to the Zen Alpha—the Highest and general Alpha of the werewolves and the South—came to visit. Bestowing my father, the honor to host the treaty as he had more vast land. While adding more than enough money to make things run smoothly.
• But of course the Zen Alpha through his Beta has made it clear that any minute mistake or fluke in the preparation will result in the wiping out of our pack. Which was why my father and stepmother have been extra cranky in the past week.
• “Stop chopping the veggies and go check on the snacks in the oven.” another maid snapped, grabbing the chopping board from me.
• Even though I was also the Alphas daughter, the maids treated me the same way my own family did. Like trash. I am used to it. Afterall, history did say that my mother cheated on my father and tried to sell the pack to the rogues.
• With no ability for defense, I worked on the snacks, enduring the burning heat that came from the huge inbuilt oven.
• Today is a big day and I know I am not allowed to attend. Ever since I was four my father has made it his sole aim to pretend that I don't exist and since he couldn't openly kill me, he has made sure very little people knew of the Alphas eldest daughter.
• What is there to know anyways? That I cannot shift into my wolf form even though I have one? Or that I have been cursed to not have a mate even though I am way past the mating age?
• “Fiona, go help with moving the food. I will get the snacks.” Aunt Maya hurried me up with a stern look as she sneaked some snacks into the pouch of my ugly dress.
• She may act mean, but I know Aunt Maya loves me. She is the only person who sang me lullabies and treated me like I really matter.
• ‘Stop whining. You have been trash for over sixteen years, don't act like it matters now.’
• I am sorry did I forget to mention that my wolf, Fayla, is a huge ass bitch?
• ‘Shut up. All you do is sleep all day while I take the beatings.’ I responded, transferring the food onto the trolleys.
• She was mid way into her usual yapping when Kims right hand Maid stormed into the kitchen and pointed at me. “The Alpha needs your attention in the main hall right this instant.” She didn't give me any explanation and left as soon as she spoke.
• Glancing at Aunt Maya, she gave me a small nod before I stepped out of the kitchen. I took the fastest route to the main hall to avoid another beating from my father or stepmother.
• Maneuvering the main, I walked to the west, my legs hurrying up before I reached the stairs that led to the main hall.
• ‘What could they want this time?’ Fayla asked, obviously worried for us but I didn't respond.
• Whatever it is, I hoped my father was tired of me and wants to give me my independence to live outside of the pack.
• As I was taking the stairs, I noticed the fleet of cars that gently drove into the packing area some distance away. For some reason, I stopped to look, the spectacular lovely Maybach catching my eyes.
• The shiny and lush exterior of it spoke wealth as it grasped all my attention. Until a man stepped out, his movement suave and regal. His attire, absolutely tailored and fitted. Not one squeeze of fold laced the crisp suit he donned.
• My lips parted as if to speak, his beauty taking my breath away as he closed the door and adjusted his coat.
• Maybe he knew someone was looking, because he raised his head this time and I gasped, my heart beating erratically. The fear gripped me from head to toe. My muscles contracting in a rigid manner that made my movement impossible for the moment.
• This wasn't just any man. This is the type of man that commands respect and fear through his aura alone. The distance between us was wide, yet I could feel how dangerous his gaze was.
• Chiseled jaw, slightly crooked nose, full lips and his eyes….my God his eyes were all back. Not a single white stained the pool of darkness that stared back at me.
• I rushed up the stairs almost tripping in the process, my armpits itchy and my whole body on fire.
• Fuck! I know that man. Not physically but the internet lies not. I used to think the rumours about him were far fetched and exaggerated but one look into those eyes and I knew it wasn't.
• Christian Garrling, the Lycan King. The one who may or may have not murdered a whole pack of wolves from the South a month ago.
• A situation which the Zen Alpha responded to by doing the same and going as far as to cut off the border supplies from the south to the north. Of course none of them admitted to being behind such deeds, but everyone knew.
• The truce was nothing but a facade of adept lies and ugly activities.
• “My God look at the state of her. Did you poo yourself?” My stepmother, the Luna was all dressed and shiny when I saw her. She stepped back immediately almost as if she was afraid she would contact whatever germs I had.
• My father looked slightly panicked even though Kim and Mark were hiding the beam in their smiles.
• “You think she can't do?” He asked her.
• “What?!” She glared at him and moved closer, muttering something I couldn't hear. “Of course she will do.”
• “But what do we tell everyone now?”
• “That she is your daughter. Please just tell her so she can leave. This place stinks already.”
• My father walked to me stopping at least two steps away before wearing his authoritative look. The one he uses when addressing the pack as the Alpha.
• “Are you aware of the basic requirements for a treaty?” I nodded my head but he kept talking. “A representative called the non-monarch from each kingdom is sent to live in one of the kingdoms for a month. Usually, the south does the hosting but this time, the North is getting the job.”
• I know this information as it is basic requirements but I kept quiet not wanting to risk the usual starvation punishment of four days.
• “The Zen Alpha has reached out to us for a representative that will go along with him as the custom goes.” My gaze moved to his at this moment, the reality of his explanation dawning on me. No wonder Luna and Kim looked smug. “And I have picked you. After all, you are my daughter.”
• They were sending me to my death.