Vanessa Pack 소설 & 이야기

“I only needed your name to secure the throne, and now that I have it, I have no need for a woman who can’t even shift.” My sadness twisted into confusion. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned forward and snatched my bag from my hands. She pulled out a brown envelope and smirked. “A wolfless Luna is a liability. Thank you for transferring the pack to us, Evelyn. Guards!” She yelled. “Escort the stray to the border.”

Then I turned toward the corner of my room where my maid, Lyssa, had been standing silently through the whole ordeal. She was the only person in this hellhole I trusted. Three months ago, she'd returned from a trading trip to the Moonshadow Kingdom with stories that had set my blood on fire. Stories about women who owned property. Women who studied at universities. Women who answered to no one but themselves. I'd dreamed about it every night since. "Selene—" Lyssa's voice was worried. "What are you thinking?" I looked at her dead in the eye. "I would rather die before I throw myself into this marriage."

Vanessa looked up at me, considering my words, and I flashed her a smile. "Since you think I am back to take Trevor, then you should make me leave. He's not going to let me leave, but you can do that. You are the luna after all, don't tell me that you can't even kick someone you don't like out of the pack?" I asked her, pushing her buttons even more. "What are you saying? Of course, I can do it!" Vanessa said, sticking out her chin. "Then, do it, find a way to get me out of this pack," I said to her.

Vanessa entered confidently, her red dress hugging her figure tightly like a second skin, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Oh, how precious,” she purred, catching me hastily wiping away tears. “Missing your runaway mate again? How pathetically predictable.” I stood, squaring my shoulders. “This is my private room. You have no right—” “I have every right,” she cut me off, stalking closer. “This entire pack belongs to Dickson, which means it belongs to me. Including you.” She picked up my hairbrush, examining it with exaggerated interest. “You know, I’ve always wondered—what kind of mate just abandons their pregnant omega? He must have seen something truly worthless in you to break a mate bon

But every second that passed reminded me what was at stake if Damian suspected my loyalty was faltering. So I started looking. Drawer by drawer. Shelf by shelf. My movements were careful, practiced, the kind that came from years of survival, not curiosity. Vanessa’s things were scattered neatly on the large wooden desk. A stack of books, a few sketches, a half empty glass of water. There was something almost innocent, about her space untouched, fragile, painfully human. I opened the first drawer and found letters. Most were unopened. A few were from healers and pack members, small notes of encouragement and support. I set them aside, moving to the next drawer.

It wasn’t like I don’t do anything other than getting scolded or arguing with my wolf, I have school to go to and a friend that I need to check up on. “Vanessa!” I rolled my eyes when she picked up the call and started dramatically sobbing. “I have missed you so much, where have you been all those years?” she was pretending like we haven’t met in ages, well, that’s Vanessa Hyes for you, my childhood friend and also a beta of our pack. “It’s been two days only, Esa!” I grunted, putting my body weight on one foot and shaking my head at her.

But the damage was done, doubt had already been planted in the heart of most of the elders, they had already fallen for Vanessa's trap. Vanessa turned to Garrett and tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “Father, if the council will not protect the pack, then we will.” "And how do you intend to protect the pack alone?" An elder asked. "By telling the pack the truth that they deserve to know about their so-called "Luna" who is nothing but a despicable, cheap slut!" Vanessa slammed back. "It is actually no news to the pack, more like they already know what she is and I am sure that they would still not want someone like that to lead them." She smirked, the room filled with heavy silence.

I can’t afford to make an enemy of the Elders. “I would do this for any member of our pack. If you won’t view it from a point of morality, look at it from a point of strategy. She knows all of the inner workings of this pack. She helped rebuild it. If she fell into the hands of a rival, or ended up dead, we would at the very best lose a valuable asset.” I hate reducing Vanessa to a mere trump card. But it’s the only thing I can think of to get them to agree and I need them to make their decision immediately.

"We need to speak with Lady Lyra." "This is she." "Lady Lyra, Alpha Damian requires your immediate return to the pack." I almost laughed out loud. "Requires?" "Yes. As the pack's Luna, you have a duty to..." "I'm no one's Luna," I cut the clueless representative off. "And besides, I'm in the middle of an important mission." "What mission could possibly be more important than the pack's survival?" "What does the Silver Moon Pack's survival have to do with me?" I heard arguing on the other end.