Chapter 1

"Your Highness, the brides will arrive tomorrow at dawn." Daniel the head warrior says with a bow. Mother nods and flicks her hand motioning him to leave. Daniel or Danny as I call him is a huge wereman, he easily stands at six feet with arms that matches the trunks of the trees that surrounded the royal grounds. I was the only one allowed to call him Danny and he called me little fairy, the prisoners in the royal dungeons called him Azazel, the angel of death. He had eyes that glowed like the rays of the sun in the morning, ready to burn everything in its wake.

"Are you not hungry darling?" Mother says looking at my full plate of breakfast. I smile and shake my head, "I am Ma, see..." I say shoving some scrambled eggs in my mouth with a fork and she forces a smile while giving me a look that says she knows I'm lying.

Honestly, I don't really have an appetite,heck, I haven't had an appetite in years. Mother always complained that my mate wouldn't like a boney girl for a mate and I must eat to gain weight and curves and all. I laughed in her face when she said that. I don't want to be curvy or thick or whatever most girls wanted to look like this days. I loved my body, although most of the girls in the pack had made sure to make fun of me everyday but I tried not to take it to heart, Lordess knows it's too full to take anything else.

"Well then remember to take your vitamins." Mother says before she excuses herself and two maids rush to clear her plates and another accompany her to the ballroom. The vitamins she talks of, I stopped taking them when I was sixteen.

"Would you like something different miss?" Octavia, a young maid asks and I immediately nod my head yes. "Coco pops please, fill the bowl" I whisper sliding the plate to her and winking. Octavia smiles taking a sausage off the plate and shoving it in her mouth. I stifle an unlady-like laugh that threatens to come out and I shoo her away to get my coco pops before someone sees that I didn't have the greasy breakfast that mother wanted me to eat.

In a second Octavia comes back with the delicious milky goodness in a bowl filled to the brim and I resist the urge to just kiss the girl, I settle for huge toothy grin instead.

"You're lucky I like you." She whispers producing another sausage under her apron and biting hard before noding at it and strolling away.

Silly girl.

I don't waste any more time and grab the huge tablespoon next to the bowl, scooping a large amount of coco pops and milk I wet my lips before opening my mouth wide and shoving the spoon in.

I am so engrossed in my yummy breakfast that I don't notice the other presence in the room, except the royal guards.

His eyes are the darkest shade of black I've ever seen. They are like the place where sinners go after death, a dark abyss waiting to swallow you whole. He stands tall, taller than Danny or anyone else in the pack, taller than the former alpha himself. If he wasn't my brother I would call him a Greek sex god, but that's just nasty.

Our eyes meet and many memories flash through my brains, one memory sticks out from the rest. It's of Kian's eyes on his eighteenth birthday.

We were at the clearing where most of the outdoor royal parties were held. The pack was quiet staring at the sport where their young alpha had shifted for the first time and disappeared off too. The moon hung over us like a huge lantern and through my peripheral I could visibly see Charlotte shaking in excitement waiting for Kian to comeback and claim her as his and make her his Luna and royal Queen mother of all werewolves.

He came like lightening from the forest, chest glistening in the moonlight, his short hanging low on his hips making the young she wolves crazy.

I squinted my eyes watching Charlotte step forward from her group of pack whores and dusting imaginary dust from her short silk dress. The whole pack wore white. I had nothing against the girl but she's a huge OT and she irritated me to no end, from the "hey adopted bitch" to the "hey non royal" she would mutter everytime we came accross each other. She made my skin prickle in a very uncomfortable way.

Suddenly Kian's steps falter and we all watch as he sniffs the air once, twice and he gave out a disapproving growl. As if what he was sensing was toying with his senses he went again sniffing the air like the wild dog he is and he shook his head wildly. I watched in awe as his eyes changed to golden slits that could make lava jealous.

When his wolf's eyes met mine I smiled, waving towards him. I was standing next to mother and she suddenly clutched my hand in a tight hold looking at his son dead in the eyes as if reading his mind, her lips parted and she drew a small breath in. I furrow my brows in confusion, my eyes finding Kian's again and he took one last glance at me and turned in full speed, shifting mid air and bolted for the forest.

The look on Charlotte's face would forever be iconic but I guess we shared the same look because to say I was confused was a major understatement. Wasn't he supposed to come back for his alpha ceremony and blood bond with the pack?

Mother said there was something Kian needed to do at the caves, a ritual of some sort. She told everyone to enjoy the party and plan for Kian's alpha ceremony the following day.

That was the day Kian Blackwood stopped talking to me.

I had ran a thousand reasons in my head everyday of what I could have done to get the silent treatment but my mind always came back blank. I remember the morning before his birthday. I had woken up so excited for him, I ran to his room with nothing but my pajamas on and had jumped on his bed until he woke up and chased me to the kitchen where we had breakfast as a family, him, mother and I.

I won't lie, Kian wasn't the talker, but he did talk whenever I provoked him until he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Shut up, stupid little bunny." He would roar, little did he know that he amused me to no end. He roared like a hungry lion searching for prey and I would go the whole day mimicking his roar while walking behind him to wherever I wasn't invited. After all he was my Kiki.

That was the last breakfast we had as a family. The following morning, Kian had his alpha ceremony and after that all things went South. Mother stopped cooking us breakfast and let the maids do their job for once. She then started to appear sickly and pale and to say Kian didn't care was a major understatement. He acted like everything was okay and mother was fine and he ignored me like I had the plaque.

I remember barging in his office one day, fed up with the silent treatment and the secrets him and mother were obviously keeping. Only to find him three inches down Charlotte's throat.

I was fuming, probably the only time I got so angry that my chest started doing that weird tingle thing it does when my emotions are high.

"You, get out!" I had screamed pointing at a red Charlotte. She had scurried out of that office like her tail was set on fire.

"You can't barge into my office and start yelling orders like you own the place!" Kian roared and I resisted the urge to suck my teeth in distaste..

"Enough about you Alpha. What is it with you this days. You were crowned alpha and suddenly your family was the last thing on your mind. Mother is sick Kian, I don't care if you don't talk to me, you don't need to, but your own mother? You are pathetic. Instead of hiring the best doctors in the world for her here you are trying to contact a newly discovered STD. You should be ashamed of yourself!."

I didn't give him time to answer. I said what I had to say and he heard it, now it was up to him. But oh goddess, imagine my surprise when I had Charlotte's bitchy moan from his office five minutes after I talked to him.

From that day onwards, as if I was the one with the STD, alpha Kian Blackwood made sure that our paths didn't even meet. I wasn't even sure we stayed in the same house anymore.

That was three years ago, now Kian Blackwood had to choose a bride. Since he didn't find his mate at eighteen, five virgin alpha daughters from the other packs were coming to the Royal pack tomorrow, here, and I bet my dear brother was over joyed to deflower each and everyone of them.

I can't wait to lock myself in my room for the next five days.