Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 1

Looking at my Alpha father stood on the stage, I heaved a deep sigh over my tortuous fate.

Today was the day he announced his successor to the pack. As the eldest, I should be the one who inherited his Alpha title. It was not me... but my half-sister, Vanessa Baker.

“From today onwards, my daughter, Vanessa Baker, will be the Alpha of Red Moon Pack!” My father raised Vanessa’s hand and announced to everyone.

Howls and cheers erupted all around. All the guests’ gaze fell on Vanessa who wore a shiny golden silk dress.

No one noticed that I sat in the corner with numbness. Tonight was a wonderful night for them all.

Except for me...

It was just an extraordinary day for me. Besides seeing my father give me up, today was actually my 19th birthday.

But the weak didn't deserve attention. I learned that from my father.

I had been born prematurely, my mother died when she was giving birth to me.

I believed it was the reason why I was so powerless. I felt my wolf’s presence at fourteen, and tried to establish a connection with her. However, she never answer me.

Vanessa’s situation had been the opposite.

Just two days after I had failed, Vanessa had shifted into a white strong she-wolf. She seemed to personify nobility and power.

From then, my father doted on her, and his treatment toward me turned progressively colder and he was no longer smiled at me.

Even though I had long known it would happen, my breath still caught when he made the announcement. He really gave up on me and didn't care my feelings. He even forgot it was my birthday. Well...he never remembered it.

I grew up with no one to celebrate my birthday.

The sadness wasn’t too unbearable. I had already gotten used to my father’s preference for Vanessa.

The whispers of the people around me caught my attention as I took a deep breath.

"Wow... Alpha Vanessa is so beautiful. Much better than her elder sister Chloe!"

"Yes! Besides, Alpha Vanessa is more powerful than Chloe. It was a good thing that Chloe didn’t inherit to be Alpha, or our pack would have been miserable. I heard that she is nineteen years old and hasn't changed yet. Tsk, good for nothing.”

Hearing what they said, I lowered my head slightly and stepped back to a shadowy corner. Now no one could find me because I wore a plain black dress and hid in the dark, while Vanessa was standing in the center of the stage with a shiny crystal crown on her head. She was so charming and dazzling.

I gulped down a mouthful of red wine. Out of the corner of my eye, Lisa Morris, my stepmother and the current Luna of the pack smirked at me as if she were mocking me, deeming me a laughable failure.

Let her laugh.

Lisa opened her mouth and said something silently since she knew my gaze on her. I knew what she said from her mouth movements.

‘Loser.’

I didn't mind her sarcasm if it could make her please. Then she wouldn’t stir up trouble for me. As it was, she and Vanessa had robbed me of everything.

Well... nearly everything. I still had my mate.

I shifted my gaze towards the man who worked to maintain order at the party a short distance away. He had a tall frame and was incredibly handsome. My heart beat faster when he looked over. The affection in his eyes made me believe everything would be better.

He was my mate, Alan Meyer, the strongest Sentinel of our pack.

I had found him when I was eighteen and we were truly in love with each other.

As long as I had him by my side, my life wouldn’t be too miserable.

My stomach grumbled, and I wondered if I could find some cake to celebrate my birthday, even if only by myself. Perhaps Alan would remember to celebrate my birthday when the banquet was over. He could be the only one who remembered my birthday.

Luckily for me, I spotted my favourite blueberry cake on one of the tables. It was rare to even catch sight of a blueberry as Vanessa hated the taste.

I approached the cake with a small thrill but a green-haired girl beat me to it, reaching an arm out and elbowing my wrist.

I flinched and frowned. Pain... the pain came from my hand. My newly bandaged wrist opened up and the blood oozed.

The girl shot me a look of disdain, “Really? I didn’t even elbow you that hard!” she said, “You really are a weak wolf.”

With that, she walked away with the blueberry cake in hand.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to endure the pain and explore the wound with my finger, trying to establish its extent. I could feel that it was wet and I relieved that my dress was black that the guests could hardly see my wrist hurt with blood. They would not know the secret of Alpha who they respected.

That secret was the reason why I was even alive.