Chapter 217
Summer POV
For a week, I was on my toes all the time. Laura turned out to be such a spoiled brat that she demanded attention at every minute of waking hours Even the sleeping ones. Though she told me that we would be going for some Luna trials in a werewolf pack the next day, she informed me later that it was postponed by a week. The Mating Ball was not a selection criterion. It was just an introduction ball.
But still I couldn’t wrap my head around this werewolf thing. Did they even exist? Werewolves were mythical creatures.
The week that went by was spent in preparing Laura’s clothes, jewelry, makeup and other countless stuff that I didn’t know existed. She treated me like a slave and didn’t leave an occasion to shame me. I was too skinny, too ugly, couldn’t keep up with her, clumsy, a retard, and everything in between and then some more. Her constant disrespect to my emotions was a dampener on my spirits. But what could a girl do when her father was the one who disrespected her the most? Every time Laura addressed me with a negative adjective, I felt like bursting into tears or snapping at her. Once I snapped, and I was taken to a room where I starved for the day! Oh, they also beat me up. So that was my lesson. In one week, I had matured many years.
“Hurry up, will you?” Laura snapped at me in her shrill voice. “We’re getting late.”
It was the day when we had to finally go to the so–called Shadowfang pack. I imagined that it was a place with wolves everywhere, like in a jungle. A shudder ran down my spine. I really didn’t want to go and even suggested to Laura that she should take an experienced girl with her, but she didn’t agree saying that I had to follow her command, else she would make sure that I was six feet under the ground.
I picked up the heavy suitcases and took them to the car that was waiting for us as I cursed my father for the millionth time. As I blinked the tears from my eyes. I wish my mom had killed me in her womb.
“Let me take them,” said Bernard with a kind smile, the chauffeur who was supposed to take us to the airport. Taking the load off me, he hurried to the car where he placed all her suitcases in the trunk.
Laura came out, all prim and proper, looking like she was on a mission. Morelli, her father, followed her. “Pumpkin,” he said as he kissed her cheek. “This is very important for us. We need to make this alliance. And if we succeed, you can’t imagine the power we will yield in the mafia community. So everything’s on you.”
Laura straightened. “I know, papa,” she said excitedly. “I’ve spent many hours studying werewolves. On how to seduce them.” She patted his chest. “So don’t worry. I’ll win this, and get you an Alpha alliance.”
I stopped the urge to roll my eyes. If werewolves liked such spoiled brats, then they were made for each other.
Morelli turned to me with a stern face. “You better help her in every possible way, Summer,” he growled like a pig. “If she loses, then it will be on you. Get
that?”
I trembled under his gaze, wondering what he meant by this. “B–but-” How would I help Laura?
“Shut up!” Laura snapped at me. “Don’t you answer back my father!”
I gulped whatever words formed at the tip of my tongue.
“Papa, don’t worry,” she said, again pecking his cheek/“I will get us an Alpha wolf, okay? Besides, I will put her to use if need be.”
Morelli chuckled. “That’s like my daughter!”
In the next ten minutes, we were on our way to the airport, and I was still wondering how would I help her in securing an Alpha wolf? Sitting on the passenger seat of the car, I looked outside the window, trying my best not to cry. And what did Laura mean that she would put me to use when needed?
We reached the airport in an hour where Morelli’s private plane was waiting on the tarmac. As the porter took her suitcases to the plane, she also walked behind him, barking orders. I remained near the car, staring at the plane. I had never been on one and I was sure that I’d puke once inside. Bernard came to me and in a low voice said, “I’m so sorry about this, Summer.”
I almost jumped out of my skin. “Wh–What?”
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He pressed his lips in a thin line. Then he glanced at Laura. “She is a mean girl. I don’t know why you have to accompany her, but bet i benefit she can throw you to the wolves, Stay low, and-” He glanced at her again cautiously. Then he whispered. “If passivite, run away from Un is your only chance for freedom.”
My jaw dropped. “Won’t Morelli find me?”
He chuckled dryly. “They will think that wolves have eaten you. Take advantage of the situation, and run away. Disappear
Though a shudder passed through at the mention of wolves eating me, I also felt somewhat excited I took a rough breath in “Thanks for the advice, Bernard.”
He winked at me. “Good luck!”
“Summer!” Laura shouted at me with sarcasm filled in her voice. “Will Your Majesty do the honors of coming to the plans?
I hurried toward the aircraft. Reaching inside felt like I was in a different world. It was beautiful with white leather seats, carpeted floors, and an ar hostess who was catering to Laura. Laura jerked her head, gesturing to me to sit behind. I clutched my duffel bag and walked there meekly. Excitement buzzed through me when I thought of what Bernard said to me. Escape. This was my only chance.
In the four hour flight I was scared to get out of my seat. Not the Luna trials, it was the plane ride that would kill me. I broke into cold sweat when the aircraft took off, and then when it landed. When I finally came out of the plane, sweat was pooling in my armpits.
“Stay behind me,” Laura barked. She pushed up her cleavage in the low–cut beige shirt she was wearing and stepped out.
I followed her, looking widely at the people who had come to receive us. My cheeks were bright red and hair stuck on my neck and face.
“Come on,” Laura hissed at me, seeing that I was glued to my place.
I clenched my jaw and walked behind her. A man and a woman took Laura’s five suitcases and loaded them in a van. Were they werewolves? They must be. They were burly and looked muscular. Laura greeted them with enthusiasm and all the sweetness in the world she had never shown back at home. I followed after her into the van that was supposed to take us to the venue.
By the time we pulled in front of the resort, it was already evening. There were not many people in the lobby, but there were two girls who snickered at us. Laura waved at them, but they simply ignored her and walked away, mumbling something about humans.
“Hi!” A middle–aged lady approached us. “I’m Keira,” she said with a smile, handing us our key cards. “You must be Laura and Summer, the contestants.”
“Yes, I’m the contestant,” Laura corrected her. “She’s my personal servant.”
Kiera’s eyes widened in surprise for a second, but she regained her composure. “You both are in room 315. You will be staying together.”
“Thank you,” Laura grinned. “But can you arrange a servant room for her? Like how can I stay
Keira shook her head. “Ah, no! Your schedule is in the room,” Keira said. “You are expected for
with her?”
ast at 8am in the morning.”
When Keira said that we would be staying together in a small room, I assumed I had to sleep on the floor or carpet. But this was a freaking apartment. Laura immediately walked into the larger one. “This one’s mine,” she stated. “Bring my suitcases. I’m tired, and I want to sleep!”
After I dragged her suitcases in her room and helped her unpack, I walked into my room, and simply plopped
on the bed, tired as hell.
Next morning when I woke up, it was already 8:30am. “Shit!” I cussed myself and ran to Laura’s room. But she wasn’t there. Shitting in my pants, I got ready in a record fifteen minutes, wore my sneakers, pulled my hair into a topknot, adjusted my faded shorts and shirt, and sprinted to the elevator. Scent of food wafted as soon as the elevator doors opened. I followed the scent and entered the buffet room. And staggered back.
The potent smell of musk and lemon and spice punched me in the gut. It must be food because why else would I drool so much? As I walked toward the buffet table, I searched for Laura, But all I noticed were beautiful female and male werewolves. The center table was where most of the men were sitting, looking like Gods. With broad shoulders and muscular bodies. Most girls were hovering around them or sitting quietly at their tables.
I had never seen a congregation with so many beautiful people. It should be illegal to have so much beauty packed in one room. Biceps flexed. Dimpled
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grins flashed. Deep, throaty laughter emanated. And my mouth turned dry.
My stomach growled and I made my way to the buffet. I loaded my plate with sausage, fruits, cheese, and Russian salad, and turned, but collided with – solid wall of a muscled chest. I glanced up, my pupils dilating.
Stormy gray eyes caught mine in a predator’s gaze. And I froze.
