"I will break you until you plead for death, you evil murderer! I despise the air you breathe. Your shadow, even the ground you tread upon! I detest that I can't strangle you to death with my bare hands just because you have royal blood. Kill yourself so I won't ever have to see you again!" He bellowed, his heavy foot stomping forward, his voice laden with sorrow, fury, and sheer loathing. Fortunately, Gemma intervened, grasping him firmly.

"Don't exert yourself by striking her. The previous sorcerers I brought along have already neutralized all her demonic powers. Another one might come today to assess her condition," Gemma whispered, casting a reassuring smile at my father.

Dread clutched at my heart upon hearing her words. I couldn't endure any more torment from her sorcerers, who appeared to do nothing more than feigning the exorcism of demons from within me.

"Get up there! Start your household chores, you wretched creature! My daughter shouldn't be delayed for school because of you!" My father sneered at me, his gaze filled with disgust, and it cut deep, especially since he no longer regarded me as his daughter.

He had just referred to the Beta's daughter as his own.

They both walked away, his arm encircling her waist as she leaned on his shoulder. Halfway, she glanced back and flashed a mocking smirk in my direction, churning my stomach as I struggled to hold back tears.

...

"Mum, Dad, I'll be late for school today because of that useless girl, Hattie. I don't know why..." I heard Betty, the Beta's daughter, complain, but she halted her words upon noticing my entrance into the dining room.

The three of them were seated around the table, and the scene triggered a rush of memories. It reminded me of the times when I would sit with my mother and the father who had once been loving.

Things had changed so abruptly. Now, I was the servant who served them, replacing the place I once occupied at the table. The Beta's daughter had taken my spot.

"Here are your meals..." I muttered with a slight bow as I began distributing their plates, silently praying for the peace and quiet to persist until I could leave.

They should spare me from any beatings now. I sent a silent prayer to the moon goddess, and it felt as if she answered when I had served the plates and turned to depart.

"Hattie!" My father's voice, cold and menacing, called out my name, causing me to freeze in place, on the verge of tears. I wished I could just ignore him and walk away. I detested standing in front of Betty, bearing all the humiliations and beatings.

With hesitant steps, I turned and approached them.

"Come and eat this food first. I don't trust you anymore," he ordered, my cheeks reddening as I sniffled away my tears.

I had forgotten that it had always been like this. They perpetually suspected me, while the true culprit – Gemma – sat right next to them. Even though my father had assigned bodyguards to closely monitor me while I cooked, he still found it necessary to humiliate me and break my spirit.

I took a spoonful of my father's food, then some from Betty, and as I reached Gemma, she shot me an icy glare that made my hands tremble.

Shivering uncontrollably, I dipped the spoon into her plate, taking out a spoonful as well. But the instant I moved to put it in my mouth, she slapped the back of my hand with her palm, causing the stew-laden spoon to splatter on my face and into my eyes.

"My eyes!!!" I screamed in agony at the fiery pain, which stung so intensely that I lost my balance and collapsed onto the floor.

My eyes clenched shut as I groped in pain and screamed for help, desperately pleading for water to rinse my face. Instead of assistance, I heard laughter echoing around me.

"Can you believe she's trying to fill her belly with my food?" Gemma chuckled, and they all laughed heartily while I felt as if my eyes were being gouged out, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"I'm going blind! Please, someone get me some water!" I cried out, trembling violently, my hand trying to wipe away the pain, but no one paid any attention. All I could hear was the clinking of cutlery and plates, indicating they were happily eating, utterly indifferent to my agony.

I struggled to open my eyes, thinking I could bear the torment and make my way to the kitchen sink, but it was futile. I only succeeded in allowing the tears clinging to my eyelashes to fall into my eyes, intensifying the excruciating pain that convulsed my body.

My eyes involuntarily shut again, and this time, I couldn't force them open; my world descended into darkness.

My eyes burned as I groped blindly, frantically scrubbing and calling out for help. The pain seared through my eyes, causing them to feel as though they were being seared in a fire, while also rendering me unable to open them.

"Please, someone, fetch some water so I can rinse my eyes! The pain is unbearable!" My anguished cries reverberated through the walls as I attempted to rely on my other senses to find my way to the bathroom, but everything was a hazy blur in my mind, adding to the excruciating agony my eyes were enduring.

"Stay like that until we're finished eating, and stop making a fuss. None of us will leave our meal to get water for you!" Betty yelled without the slightest concern for the excruciating pain I was enduring.

"She brought this upon herself. I was going to smack her face, but she tried to act clever by using the spoon as a shield! She shouldn't have dared to take a spoonful from my plate!" Gemma grumbled as they continued to eat, while I was losing my vision.

My tears had soaked the front of my dress; my entire body was drenched in sweat as I gasped and sobbed in searing pain, crawling helplessly on the floor.

"I hope she goes blind after this! Perhaps that will be the punishment from the moon goddess for killing my mate," my father chimed in, and I recoiled in shock.

The coldness in his voice cut into my heart like a dagger, causing me to burst into a desperate scream.

The hatred was raw and seemed endless. I had known how deeply my father loved my mother, cherishing her like a precious gem. I was aware he would despise me for taking her life, but I had never imagined it would manifest in such a profound and enduring manner.

I had hoped that with time, his resentment might fade, but instead, it grew more intense with every passing day.

"I believe she's learned her lesson; let's have the guards give her a bath," Gemma sneered, her words cutting through me like a knife, echoing in my ears and hammering my brain with their implications.

I heard her words clearly, yet I couldn't convince myself that my ears weren't deceiving me.

"Yes, that's a fitting punishment for a witch like her!" Betty chimed in, and I heard my father summon the guards.

"Strip her and take her to the bathroom for a bath," he commanded, and I gasped, shaking my head while whimpering, tears flowing uncontrollably.

My lips quivered, and I wished I could open my eyes and escape; running was my best option, but I was blind. The thought of these guards seeing my naked body sent shivers down my spine.

"Daddy, please, don't do this! Don't listen to Gemma! She..." My voice cracked with fear. I couldn't bear to utter Gemma's true identity to him again.

My father was dead serious when he said he would make my life a living hell. I had foolishly believed that being his daughter would lessen the torment. Now I faced the horrifying prospect of standing naked before these mere guards, individuals I had once ordered around.

The royal blood coursing through my veins seemed to crawl on my skin, leaving me trembling beyond belief. All I prayed for was that it wouldn't happen! How could I face these men after they had seen my nakedness?

"Are you all deaf?! Follow my orders to the letter!" My father roared, slamming his fist on the table. My mouth went agape as I gasped for breath. The searing pain in my eyes was nothing compared to the agony in my heart.

"Daddy, please, spare me," I sobbed, clutching myself, my location in the room unknown to me.

"She still calls you daddy even after you've disowned her! That's inappropriate!" Betty complained, her words piercing my heart. Then my father added his voice.

"That's why she deserves every punishment in the world! So stubborn and heartless!" he snorted, his tone devoid of pity or compassion, leaving me no room for further pleas. The sound of heavy footsteps approached, followed by four strong hands gripping my arms and legs, sealing my lips in silence.

"Could you please disregard my father's orders this once? You don't have to strip me! Just wash my face with water so I can open my eyes again," I implored as my feet touched the bathroom floor.

"We never intended to follow his commands. We won't do that," one of them assured me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I had never expected anyone to show me even a glimmer of compassion. They promptly poured a full bucket of water over my face and handed me another to rinse off the stew splatter that had covered it.

I quickly washed my eyes thoroughly until I could finally open them again. Though the stinging pain persisted, I was overjoyed that I could see.

I turned to the guards with a grateful smile and was about to thank them when I heard the bathroom door creak open. Betty stood in the doorway with an angry expression.

"You defied my father, the Alpha!" Her voice echoed through the walls, and the bodyguards immediately fell to their knees, pleading with her not to report them. They were all visibly terrified, trembling uncontrollably.

"Do you see what you've put them through? Death! No guard disobeys the Alpha; you've jeopardized their lives!" She shouted, and I stood there, transfixed.

"Please, Betty, just this once. Spare them, I beg you. You can punish me, but don't drag innocent lives into my miserable existence."

"Nothing will prevent me from reporting this to my father! I'm glad to have a witness here!" She declared, and I noticed Gemma standing beside her, smirking and taunting me as she entered, her royal robe swaying elegantly.

Anger surged within me as our eyes locked. It was my mother's finest robe, a symbol of her status as the Luna, adorned with sparkling gems and exquisitely designed. Seeing this demon, Gemma, wearing it as Luna filled me with frustration, but I could only simmer in sadness because there was nothing I could do.

"Please, Luna, we..."

"Strip her now, and we'll all watch!" Gemma ordered, cutting them off as she giggled and draped her arm around Betty's shoulder, her gaze filled with smug satisfaction.

"Nothing will ever deter me from informing my father! I'm relieved to have a witness here!" She exclaimed, exhaling sharply. I glanced beside her and noticed Gemma, who was strutting in with a royal robe, snickering provocatively at me.

A surge of anger coursed through me as our eyes locked. The robe, a symbol of my mother's dignity as Luna, was adorned with sparkling gems and exquisitely designed, making it truly exceptional. Seeing this demon, Gemma, wear it as if she were the Luna frustrated me, leaving me with nothing but a sense of despair.

"Please, Luna, we..."

"Strip her now, while we all watch!" Gemma ordered abruptly, interrupting them with a gleeful tone as she draped her arm around Betty's shoulder, wearing a smug expression while staring at me.

My brow furrowed in disbelief, questioning whether I had heard her correctly. Perhaps my ears had misinterpreted the sound, or my brain had failed to process the message accurately. It couldn't be true.

"Do it now," Betty chuckled, pulling out her phone.

The guards, acting impulsively to save their lives, stood up and turned towards me, their stern expressions indicating that they wouldn't heed my pleas this time.

"We're sorry, but we have no other choice," one of them muttered as they advanced.

"Betty, are you really going to...expose my naked body?" I stammered, witnessing her aiming the camera of her phone at me.

Tears pricked my eyes and streamed down my cheeks as I pulled my feet back, praying it wasn't what I was thinking.

Gemma broke out laughing, and Betty smirked and gave me that smug smile.

"My friends at school would love to see your naked body! Maybe it will persuade some boys in my class to have you for a night, poor princess," she groaned mockingly, a sneer on her face. I almost puked because what she just said sounded terrible and nasty.

"Don't you dare!! Don't ever touch me!" I warned the royal guards, but their eyes merely glazed over as they continued as if I hadn't said anything.

I attempted running, but I couldn't get more than three steps away before being tackled and smashed against the wall. The three guards were now vicious and deaf to everything I said. Two grabbed my hands and legs with their massive arms, pinning them so tightly that I couldn't move them.

The last one grabbed the top of my gown and ripped it apart as I screamed, showing my bra.

"No! Stop!" I screamed, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The nightmare continued unabated as my gown was mercilessly torn apart, leaving me exposed to just my underwear.

Gemma and Betty erupted into another round of scornful laughter while recording the humiliating scene.

"This will be the perfect viral video and a fitting punishment for the harm you've done to our pack! Dad will certainly relish this," Betty giggled sadistically, her words piercing my heart like sharp daggers. Her laughter haunted me like a relentless specter in the night.

The men were callously stripping away my clothes, and I knew they would soon move on to my bra. My head throbbed, and my heart clenched with overwhelming rage as I struggled in vain to free myself.

I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth chattering in terror at the impending ordeal. It would be a colossal disgrace, and I feared my life would never be the same again. How could I ever face them after the world witnessed my humiliation?

My palms clenched into fists, but I remained powerless as the two burly guards pinned me firmly against the wall.