The Cursed Lycan

Chapter 2

My mother went for my gown and tore apart the top of it, locating my heart clearly, as that was the easiest way to kill a werewolf. All my pleas fell on deaf ears, as she had completely lost her mind.

It was then that the sudden power appeared from within me, and I was capable of pushing her away from my belly, where she sat. I quickly stood up and noticed my body was suddenly getting hot; I also felt like I was about to spit fire. There was really something wreaking havoc in me like it was trying to break away from confinement.

I guess it succeeded, as I suddenly lost my mind and became controlled by the strange beast, making me extremely strong.

When I stared at my mother that moment, I couldn't see her face anymore, but instead, I was seeing a demon and could also smell the potent scent, which triggered so much raged from me.

I felt the greatest impulse to end her life and couldn’t wait any longer before attacking her.

She tried fighting back, but with my new strength, I was able to violently slit several parts of her body. I brutally gouged her eyes and jutted the joints in her hands and legs. At the end, I ripped the heart from her ribs and ate like a vampire.

That was at the same time the Beta’s mate kicked the door open and barged into the room.

She saw me killing my mother and screamed.

Everyone rushed in and caught me in the act.

But why had no one come when I almost died in her hands?

All the wounds around my body didn't convince them that my mother attacked me, instead, they all concluded that it was when my mother tried defending herself.

The powers of that strange beast that suddenly took over me vanished and never came back again. I was 15 years old when this happened, and since then, my world has been miserable.

They termed me a demon, and countless times, they invited many sorcerers to check on me, and the sorcerers would give me a concoction to drink that would only burn my organs with excruciating pain.

Some would force me to bathe in a bowl of wolfsbane, which would injure me so badly that it would take a month to heal, yet they wouldn't decipher anything inside me except my miserable wolf.

It had been three years since it happened, and no one believed my story when I said my mother had turned into a demon and was bent on killing me, instead, my torture was increased for accusing the late Luna wrongly.

My world became entirely hellish this year when my father chose another woman as his replacement mate. Her name is Laura, a woman who became my stepmother as well as a devil reincarnation who despised my breath.

She only wanted to see me in pain and heartbreak, and I couldn't pinpoint what I had done wrong to her.

Since Father brought her into the royal pack house, I have faced the worst moment of my existence. Our Betas lost their lives in a war a few months ago, and dad took in their daughter. I'm 18 years old, and she's 17, but it doesn't matter because she also treats me like a slave. I do all she orders without hesitation, as a little disrespect would cause my father to give me a deep cut on my skin.

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"Ella!!!" My stepmother's voice broke in, jerking me out of my thoughts and sending me leaping from the bed, where I had sat back without knowing when.

Fear gripped me so that my brain went numb as I groped my way out of the room with a blurred vision as hot tears filled my eyes. I needed no soothsayer to know I was going to be beaten by her again for overstaying in my room.