Diana Lawson was the daughter of the most powerful Alpha. Unfortunately, her perfect life collapsed overnight when the slaves waged war against her pack. The princess, unwilling to endure fate, decided it was better to fight back than be trampled underfoot by insurgents. Lambert Hampton was fierce and ruthless. He slew Diana's father and became the new Alpha. However, he didn't seem as ruthless as the rumors had painted him. He seemed to have ulterior motives lurking behind his actions. As sworn enemies, they would have fought each other to the death, but fate decided to throw a spanner in the works. Destiny had bound them together as mates. How would they feel about being paired together against their will? What was Lambert's secret? Would the former Princess Diana regain her freedom? Even if it were so, would she be willing to kill the person who killed her father?
"Take your dirty hands off my mate, you filthy bitch!" I heard a she-wolf roar with such ferocity as though she was going to kill me.
Before I could even say anything, I felt a tight slap land on my face. Almost immediately, my vision blurred and I felt a little dizzy.
"You pathetic whore! How dare you seduce my mate?" The fat she-wolf shook her fists furiously and cursed at me.
"Excuse me? Are you blind? Your mate grabbed my hand first." I clutched my cheek and looked at her with a shocked expression on my face.
Hadn't this she-wolf seen her mate ate me up with his lustful eyes?
Much to my chagrin and confusion, I ended up facing the wrath of this unreasonable she-wolf in the form of another slap to my face. I fell to the ground and my ears were buzzing as if there were thousands of ants screaming inside my head.
"You are just a mere slave in the pack. How dare you talk back to me like that? Don't you know who I am?" The she-wolf pushed me to the ground and began punching and kicking me.
Meanwhile, her mate sat on a chair not too far away and watched with amusement. "This is ridiculous! She's the one who came on to me. Why would I be interested in Baldwin's daughter? Her father is our enemy! It seems as though the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Baldwin's daughter is just as heinous as he was."
I stayed on the ground and clenched my fists to hold back the tears from falling from my eyes.
My father, Baldwin Lawson, was the most powerful Alpha on the continent. However, he had been killed.
I had seen how my father was killed. He died miserably, and there was blood all over the ground.
After my father died, his killers occupied my pack and established a new pack under the name, Blue Lake Pack. My sister Angela and I survived, but we were captured and made to work as slaves.
I even attempted to make an escape with Angela several ti
mes, but it didn't go as planned each time and we ended up getting punished even more cruelly.
They kept us separated ever since our last attempt failed, and I didn't even know where my little sister was. I was made to serve the werewolves in the Blue Lake Pack, where on most days on the job, I got either beaten up or verbally abused.
The mere mention of my father's name seemed to have angered the other werewolves. They all surrounded me and started kicking me, as if it gave them some sort of perverted pleasure to make me suffer.
"Damn bitch! Go to hell!"
One she-wolf picked up the kettle from the table and poured it on my head. "I'm going to teach you a lesson! Let's see if you still try to seduce others again!"
The hot tea flew down my cheeks. It almost burned the skin off my face.
"Who has been trying to seduce others?" A cold voice cut through all the noise in the room and everyone froze.
I turned my head around with great difficulty and saw a young man walking towards us. He was tall, handsome and he looked powerful. His eyes were so sharp that his gaze sent chills down my spine. There was something inexplicable in his aura that made me feel afraid of him.
I knew he was the Alpha of the Blue Lake Pack. The moment my father was killed, the murderers had cheered and shouted his name—Lambert Hampton.
This was the first time I had seen him in person since he caught me and Angela and made us slaves.
Lambert stood in front of me, towering above me like a tyrant, and sneered.
"What have we here? Baldwin's daughter!"
I could sense his resentment for my late father just by the way he uttered his name. Suddenly, he looked at me with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
My heart leaped to my throat because I thought Lambert was more frightening than any other werewolf in this pack.
I didn't know what he wanted to do to me, but I was scared nonetheless.