The Heartless Alpha

Episode 1:

“Dip her head into the fish tank for me!”

“Miss, please, please spare me... please spare me...”

...

The desperate screams of the maid echoed. She struggled but was helpless against the two guards restraining her shoulders, then dipping her head into the fish tank. Regularly, every five seconds, they would lift her head up, then pause for five seconds before dunking her head back in.

Watching the scene unfold, I remained calm, as if I were enjoying a play while sipping tea and eating cake.

Ignoring the screams and pleas of the maid, which never ceased, I acted as if I heard nothing, as if I knew nothing.

Then, at that moment, a timid voice suddenly spoke up:

“Sister, please spare Lyly!”

A girl with a pure, innocent appearance appeared, kneeling in front of me.

“Oh, dear sister.”

That was Melinda, my half-sister from my father’s side. She was born to a mistress of my father when he was away on business, and later, my mother took pity and raised her, promising her mother that she would never show up in front of our family again.

From childhood to adulthood, Melinda had always been described as gentle and obedient. As for me, I was called arrogant and conceited, indulged too much by my parents.

Melinda lived in my house as a servant, or just a little more. She had never been treated as an equal to me. That’s why the clothes she wore were old, while I always wore new ones. I had fair, flawless skin, while she always looked plain and poor.

Now, I stood up and walked to Melinda. I bent down, using one hand to lift her chin, and the other to signal my two guards to stop their actions with Lyly. Then, I said:

“Or perhaps you would like to take her place?”

Hearing me say that, Melinda was startled and frightened, her face paled, she looked at me with a pleading and terrified look.

“Sister, you’re being too much.”

Too much? My sister was quite audacious herself. Today, she dared to criticize me again.

My lips twitched, intending to scold her a bit, when suddenly, a familiar voice rang out:

“Yuri, stop it, stop causing trouble.”

The one who came was my mother - Luna Fiona.

Seeing her, my expression immediately changed. I stood up and snuggled into her arms.

“Mother.”

My mother’s eyes swept around the scene here. She quickly understood what had happened and what I was doing. My mother bent down to help Melinda up.

“Get up. The ground is cold.”

Then, she turned to me, grazing my hand and reprimanding me.

“Cause no more trouble. I can’t tolerate you anymore.”

I ran my hand through my hair, raising my voice, “I’m not causing trouble, just teaching those who don’t know any better.”

“Alright, alright, Prince Damian is here. Get ready and come to the main hall for the banquet.”

Hearing my mother mention Prince Damian, my expression immediately changed. Damian was my fiancé, and soon we would be married. Today, he came here, surely to discuss our engagement.

In my impression, Damian was the strongest Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. He was handsome, powerful, and intelligent, unmatched by anyone. He was the most promising descendant of the Lycan King. Becoming his Luna was the dream of all the she-wolves in this Crescent Moon pack.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I quickly nodded to my mother. Then my mother was still not at ease. She adjusted my hair again, then reminded me.

“Remember to make a good impression on Prince Damian, do nothing rude, understood?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Then I went with the maid to the dressing room and touched up my makeup before heading to the dining room.

...

The dining room of my family was decorated at the center of the house, with a large window overlooking the garden, featuring characteristic architecture, including high ceilings, columns, and intricate details on the windows and doors. The walls were adorned with paintings, images, or artistic sculptures.

The dining table is usually made of mahogany wood, surrounded by intricately decorated details plated in shiny gold. The seating is upholstered with fur cushions, featuring intricate patterns. Above, a dazzling chandelier hangs, casting a sparkling and romantic light.

On the dining table, silverware is arranged, with a fresh and fragrant flower vase placed in the center to create a comfortable and pleasant atmosphere.

As I walked in, the food was already laid out on the table, the chefs, sous chefs, and servants standing on either side.

I saw Damian, still as handsome as ever, sitting under the sunlight, warm and radiant like the sun itself. Damian wore a simple but elegant shirt and trousers. He was conversing with my parents, every gesture and mannerism exuding grace and sophistication. Especially when he smiled. His smile was truly captivating.

At this moment, when they saw me appear, everyone’s attention shifted to me. My father chuckled and said:

“Oh, Yuri’s here.”

At this moment, I was wearing a floral dress with a high neckline and flared sleeves. I wore high-necked white stockings and a pair of low-heeled marry jane shoes. My hair was tied up high, with a few strands loose in front of my face, and my face was lightly made up.

I approached and bowed to my parents, along with Damian.

“It’s been a while, and you’re becoming more beautiful every day.”

Damian said as he approached to help me up and pulled out a chair for me.

“Thank you.”

I said shyly.

My parents seemed very pleased with the chemistry between me and Damian. They looked at each other and nodded approvingly. At this point, as Damian sat down in his chair, my father seized out a velvet box.

“A few days ago, I went to the palace and was given this by Luna Sylvia. It’s a pearl bracelet, a tribute from the Blue Moon pack. She gave it to you, the future Luna of Prince Damian.”

I stood up and carefully took the wooden box, opening it. Inside was a shiny pearl bracelet. Just a glance was enough to know it was of considerable value, as the pearls were very clear, you could see every tiny detail inside.

“It’s beautiful.”

I exclaimed, then gently touched it with my hand.

Indeed, it was perfect, as if it was made for me.

Luna Sylvia is the Luna of the Lycan King, Damian’s biological mother. She favors me like this, showing that she also likes me very much. This is like a privilege for me. When I was immersed in my joy, suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

The gunshot was like a hammer breaking the joyful atmosphere in the room, making everyone startled, especially the maids who all held their heads, covered their ears, and sat down.

Not knowing what was happening, but I felt the bullet whizz past my hair, and my hair tie broke. My hair fell free, cascading over my shoulders.

“Who’s causing trouble!?”

The faces of everyone changed. My father and Damian stood up, their eyes focused on the door.

At this moment, I also turned my head back.