Once A Princess, Now A Slave

17- Still the Luna

Kelsie's POV

I can feel my cheek burning, as well as my eyes as I throw a glare at my stepmother. How dare her?

"And you have the audacity to glare at me, huh?!" she exclaimed which made me a bit surprised. But then, I managed to compose myself and display an emotionless facade.

"I already warned her. But she seems not to care," my stepsister walks past me. She looked at me from head to toe and smirked before sitting on the nearest coach.

We are still in the lobby of the alpha's house. I had just got in when my stepmother's palm flew on my cheek.

I straighten my back and remove my hand from my cheek. Due to the hit, I guess it's now burning red.

I look at my stepsister who is languidly sitting on her back and raised a brow at her, ignoring the burning sensation on my cheek. "I really don't care," I answered.

When I was about to dart my eyes at my stepmother, my head once again flew in the direction of my stepsister. I lifted my head and glared at Denette. I notice her hand rising to give me another blow but this time, my left palm landed on her right cheek.

"Oh my..." Kristine gasps.

Denette's eyes widen as she looks at me while caressing her cheek.

"You, b*tch!" she exclaimed.

I already have a hunch that they are capable of doing this, but I did not think of this that much before because I know they will never do such a thing in my father's presence.

But now that my father's gone, I did not anticipate them to do it this early.

Bunch of fakes!

"You hit me first," I replied.

Her teeth gritted. In my peripheral vision, I saw Kristine aggressively stand on her seat and charged to attack me. Before her hand can reach my hair, I ducked and twisted my upper body to balance myself. I used my arm to catch her hands and pushed her to the side.

"Darling!" her mother called.

Kristine hit the floor. She grimaced. She caresses her arm that hit the floor and her facial expression shows that she's enduring the pain in her arm.

Denette rushed to her daughter to examine her, and now, both of them are on the floor.

I rolled my eyes at the scene in front of me. If someone would see us, they would think I am the one bullying them when in fact, it is the other way around.

"Mommy, it hurts," Kristine whimpers.

"Where, baby? This?" Denette caresses her daughter's arm and gently massages it.

Tss. Not my fault if she's too slow. Also, it's not that my push is strong enough for her to break her arm. Since I was a kid, I am trained by members who are in the highest position. I know how to control the force that I will exert in every battle. And if I were to be honest, I did not push her that strong. She's just too weak.

"I think you need to train more. You should also try other quarters. You're always on the Salutary, that's why all you know is to heal wounds but not to avoid them," I said with a hint of mockery.

I am trained for all the rankings. Be it as an Alpha, a Beta, Delta, Gamma, Hunters, Scouts, Snetinels, and etc. I've already experienced their training and experience living their lives at an early age since both of my parents want me to have knowledge of the lives of every ranking of our pack.

My stepmother stand on her feet and pointed her finger at me. With her black dress, black eyeshadow, and eyeliner, she looked exactly like a villain in every cliche story.

"You!" she exclaimed. My eyes drop to her quivering finger that is pointing at me. "You will pay for this, brat!"

My eyes traveled back to her face. I raised my brow. "Really? How?" I answered.

Kristine stands on her feet and shoves off the dust on her pink glittery dress. She then glared at me and followed by a smirk on her face.

"Let's see if you can still act that way..." my stepmother murmurs.

She raised her hand and snapped her finger. My brows furrow. In just a second, there is a group of our guards surrounding us.

I grew up here in the alpha's house. Even though I don't socialize much, I am still familiar with the faces that work here.

They are our personal guards and are only taken to guard the alpha's house.

I raised a brow at all of them. Some made a step backward but the others stand firm. It's funny how these people easily turn their back on the ORIGINAL alpha family right after my father's death. What political butterflies they are!

"Take her and throw her at the cell!"

My brows furrow at what my stepmother ordered. Who is she to ask them to throw me, the former alpha's daughter, to the cell?!

"Excuse you!" I said.

Two of the guards started walking toward me. I made a defensive stance.

What the hell?

Instinctively, I kicked the leg of the first guard that approaches me. However, he was followed by another guard who successfully caught my arm. When I tried to kick him, he easily dodged it. Another guard charged to me to hold both of my wrists on the back.

"What the F*ck are you doing?!" I hissed.

I tried to free myself from them, but aside from the fact that I wasn't ready for this, they outnumbered me.

I felt a cold metal thing wrapping around my wrists. It took me a second before it sinks into me that they put a handcuff on me.

Are they f*cking serious?!

"This is against the f*cking law!" I hissed.

Gosh, I hate politics since I was a kid! I was too tired of living by it and I have never seen myself using it either.

I looked at my stepmother and stepsister who are both watching me getting arrested. The satisfaction on their faces is very evident as the guards are forced to drag me out of their eyes.

"You know that this is illegal detaining!" I said. I might always skip school, but I'm not dumb. In fact, I sometimes read books in my room as a hobby!

"Trust me, it's not. You are getting arrested because you do not respect the law. Our law!" she replied.

"And on what part of the law did I disobey?!" I yelled back. I am trying to free my hands but the cuffs are only bruising my wrists.

Denette smirked. "By hurting Luna and her biological daughter," her grin grew wider. She made a step forward to close our gap. "You are indeed the daughter of the former Alpha... But I am still the Luna," she evilly smiled.

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Unedited. English is not my first language. My apologies for the grammar, sentence construction, and wrong spelling.

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Once A Princess, Now A Slave

By: Joanne Cristel

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