Lycan King's Rejected Mate

m us. Let me introduce myself, I'm Brenda, and I'm the daughter of the late Alpha of the Rising Moon pack. Even though I work as a slave in the Black eye pack, being nominated every day, I was

d the box under the pillow to hide it. I had barely straightened up from the bed when the wooden door of the room was kicked open. Vivian rushed in with some werewolves, followed by Luna Zoe, whose face was covered with a thick layer of foundation, but unfortunately, it could not conceal the ruffles at the nooks of her eyes. These two women always dressed up luxuriously, as if they wanted to flaunt all the jewelry they owned in a single outfit. "Luna Zoe, Miss Vivian, what can I do for you?" I asked politely, complimenting them as usual with a cheerful smile on my face. "Brenda, where's the Gem necklace I usually wear?" Vivian growled, grabbing my collar and glaring at me. "You bitch! You always have slimy fingers. You're the one who tidies up my room. Where did my favorite Gem necklace go? I can't find it. Did you steal it? Or wait I know you steal it, just give it back" "Miss Vivian, I didn't take anything from your room. You can't accuse me without evidence," I replied patiently in a manner that was neither submissive nor intrusive. "You shameless bitch! How dare you talk to me like that? Do you want proof? Let's find it right now!" Vivian feud, nudging me backward. Then, she whirled at the werewolves she had brought along and instructed them to rummage my compartment. My tiny and disheveled compartment was soon veered upside down. The rusty coverlet on the mattress was flung to the ground, and the small wooden table and stool were kicked over with rambunctious thuds. What was worse, I had to watch Vivian walk all over my coverlet in her costly high-heeled shoes. She even picked up the half-empty kettle that had fallen on the floor