Beware of the Alpha

delicately arranged the flower she had offered to them, and with a sole

ng their grave. The earth was hard and unyielding, but she persi

e end. As she worked, memories flooded her mind - of her mother's laughter, her gentle touch, her un

was a like a tradition that had been passed down to her before,

ast the grave was ready. With tears in her eyes, she gently laid her mothe

barked on a journey of self-sufficiency, determined to acquire the skills

ght herself the art of sustenance, mastering the intricaci

rary. Despite being barred from the schools and other establishments

, for she was intimately acquainted with the aging lib

eemed to be the only one who truly cared for her well-being. Each of them appeared to be affl

teen and twenty-one, to attend the annual lycan mat

suitable partner. However, should she surpass the prescribed age and no lycans have chosen her, she is th

ender age of Verity, she possessed a wealth of knowledge about lycans and the world at large. It is a

om and Dad. A good life expectancy of twenty-two is most

he law, the mother and father were cast out from t

th and unwavering support. However, their own flesh and blood had turned a blind eye as

life partner. However, his request was denied, much to the chagrin of the Alpha. The unfortunat

their families. She was left to fend for

lderness and the winding river awaited them. Born and raised amidst the lush greenery

battle to protect herself from the predatory advan

nd arsenal of weapons, it was highly probable

afflicted with a contagious ailment. She

t think to herself, "Despite my lack of studying, my intellect sur

velihood. However, the mere thought of utilizing the funds for such purposes evoked a sense of

within the subterranean chamber that s

referable for her to remain unnoticed by others. Verity dedicated herself to mastering the art

nd the shadows grew longer, she turned towards the final resting place of her beloved

solemn gravesite, knowing that her parents

th her existence. She made her way back to the place she called home. As she gazed upon the object tha

n't even called," as she retriev

sapproval. With a graceful movement, Verity carefully laid the objec

and determined. Without hesitation, she reached f

served as her sole source of illumination. She took great car

bundle of materials clutched tightly to her chest, she made her way to the bustling hear

satisfying spread of sweet potatoes, fried fish, and a medley of vegetables. I

mother's acquaintance to procure for her a set of

re her family had been forcibly displ

n that awaited those who had forsaken her beloved parents. Her parents were con

y they rot in the fiery depths of hell." As the darkness

longed to fill the emptiness, but no matter how much she ate, the void remained. She w

trembling slightly with anticipation. Though she already knew what l

s written in bold letters. This is an

vitation, she was aware tha

e were determined to make her appear foolish. Her voice was barely audible

sofa after finishing her meal. Verity drew the lamp nearer to her, its warm glo

amily friend had bestowed upon her a shotgun. For years,

gentle breeze that rustles the leaves outside her window and the softness of her blankets as she prepares to drift o

I can finally wear the gown

o prepare her for the upcoming ball. Her mother had imparted

with pride at her accomplishments. She blossomed into the enchanting woman sh

ntion, particularly from lycanthropes

g of a corrupted lineage and yet, she possesses a stri

small nose with a pointed tip, and eyes that were shaped like delicate almo

ous locks emanated a delightful fragrance, owing to the use of natural shampoos like co

that her mother's friend had bestowed upon herse

eight of unrequited love. With a wistful sigh, she whispered to

as she perused the pages of her book, she

bring forth a formidable lycanthrope to choose her as their

divine ears of God. Throughout her solitary existence, Verity desire had been the sole longing of h