Chapter 3 Marriage

Oh shit!

She removed her hand from the door and tiptoed towards her closet

She ransacked the little closet by the window and was finally able to find a long sleeved dress that reached her ankles.

She quickly put in on hissing when she accidentally put a strain on her wounds.

After successfully covering up all her wounds, she then proceeds to open the door.

The person standing, on the other hand, was her family's butler, who had worked in the palace for more than twenty years.

He sized Malia up, saw her conservative clothes and was able to guess that she was injured.

He did not comment, though neither did he feel any sympathy for her because he indirectly agreed that she had no place there. He felt that she was just the daughter of a slut, so she deserved what was happening to her.

He still had to respect her on the surface though, and that caused him to feel even more displeasure towards her.

"My princess!" He called, bowing his head briefly.

His tone was perfunctory and his eyes could not hide the disdain, disgust and contempt he felt for her

Malia was smart enough to sense his displeasure towards her but she did not comment as she was used to getting such treatment from the palace staff.

She was still surprised that he took the initiative to seek her out.

"What is the matter?" She inquired curiously, wondering about the reason for his sudden visit.

"The king has asked you to come up for dinner. He also asked that you move to your current room and dress up properly." He replied.

Malia raised her brows in shock as she processed what the butler had just said.

Move to her room? Dress up properly? What the hell was going on?

She had been moved out of that big room befitting of a princess years ago because her stepmother had deemed it too extravagant for someone of her status.

Her father had not spoken a word in protest then, so why on earth was he asking her to go back?

After careful contemplation, she could finally roughly guess his intentions.

He was probably going to have guests or he wanted her to see someone, so he was trying to act like a caring father.

Even though she figured out his ill intent, she still replied normally.

"Okay! You can level first, I'll follow soon after", she instructed him, before slamming the door on his face.

Since he did not see her as a worthy person and always looked at her with disdain, she would not regard him with respect.

As the saying goes, 'respect is reciprocal!'

The old butler looked stunned for a second but soon sneered before he hurried out of the deserted and dilapidated courtyard.

Malia made sure to take a bath to wash the sweat, grime and blood off her body before she walked out of the bathroom.

She walked towards the full-length mirror in the room and angled her body sideways in order to check her wounds.

They were all fully healed, so aside from the red blotches and shadow of the whip lines that indicated that she had wounds on her back earlier, one would not know that she was injured.

She wasn't surprised as she always healed way faster than normal, even for a werewolf.

The devilish trio knew that, so they took advantage of it and punished her without restraint or fear that they would be discovered.

Malia was surprised when she first discovered this ability because her wolf was basically in the category of the weakest amongst the weakest.

She never knew why, since her father had a very strong Alpha as his wolf. Even her stepsister and brother had partially strong wolfs so she always questioned why she was different.

Her father just brushed the matter off and claimed that her mother's bloodline must be tainted so it had most likely affected Malia.

Malia refused to blame her mother so she brushed the matter off.

"Whatever! Let me be on my way before I face the wrath of those devils." She murmured before shaking her head and walking out the door.

Her current room was in a courtyard that was very far from the main courtyard, so it took her about thirty minutes to get to my previous room.

Once she reached there, she stared at the door for a moment before sighing.

She shook her head before opening the door.

She noticed that the room had just been cleaned but she did not dwell on it.

She did not want to stay in this room way longer than she could, so she walked to the big walk-in closet by the bathroom and picked out a dress randomly.

She put it on and wanted to take Harry out, but as she passed by the mirror, she could not help but halt.

She was confident of her looks because it could make Cecilia jealous but this was the first time in a while she was wearing something that further enhanced her beauty.

So, as a woman who always likes to look pretty, she admired herself in the mirror.

The dress she was wearing was a light purple knee-length chiffon dress. It was adorned with dark purple crystals that sparkled and complimented her violet eyes.

She smiled before sitting on the chair by the dresser. She picked up an obsidian hairpin and adorned her red hair with it.

When she was fully satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, she stood and left the room to proceed to the dining hall.

When she got there, she saw that they were waiting for someone and that they hadn't eaten yet.

What the hell? Are they actually waiting for me? What the hell is going on?

Malia had a lot of thoughts running through her head as she looked at each one of their heads with skepticism.

"Princess Malia!" The old butler from earlier called once he noticed her arrival.

The people on the table all turned their heads at the same time to stare at her.

As Cecilia stared at the cleanup, Malia, intense jealously and hatred flashed in her eyes, but she made sure not to show it on her face.

That did not stop Malia from noticing though, as she was observing them all.

Bella, her stepmother, pursed her lips in disdain before she turned her head back to her food.

Her stepbrother, even though he was only seventeen, stared at her with a perverse look on his face.

She sneered inwardly in disgust when she caught the perversion in the eye of her underage brother.

She was sure that if it wasn't for the morals binding society, he would have done some unspeakable things to her. He was one of the main reasons she wanted to leave here as soon as possible because, like her jerk father, what's to guarantee that he would be able to control himself once he became of age?

What a disgusting little pervert!

She looked away from him and at her expressionless father.

He also stared straight at her.

"Come take a seat!" He ordered before he lowered his head and dug into his food

She obeyed and soon found a seat next to her stepmother.

She did not stand on occasion and immediately dug into the nice food she never had the chance to eat on normal days.

And she was shovelling food down her throat, her

father's voice and what he said made her freeze and drop the spoon in her hand.

"Malia, you are getting married!

Excuse me?