Beauty Tames The Beast

Unknown POV

Darkness.

My life had always been like this, the moment I learned to cherish life itself.

Since then, the only thing I could see was red, the only thing I could smell was blood, the only thing I could hear were screams, and the only thing I could taste were iron flesh. All my senses are heightened to kill, but the only thing I'm hesitant to touch was...

This?

Unfathomable depths of unfilled spaces hovering over my line of sights, until one mere moment, sparks of lights speckled over through the abyss of my senses. It was still faint, as if, it just currently sprang to life, but I was sure it was coming from someone near.

My vision slowly cleared as I took in the source of crying in front of me. Something wrapped inside a basket with masses of rags topping it. I quickly, yet carefully unwrapped the clothing covering it as it cries seems muffled. As I did, something in me stirs, the beast in me is on the edge and both our attention was focused on what's inside the bundle.

An infant?

The little thing cried louder and I'm tempted to end its life right here right now, but I can't seem to. I finally moved up to leave it, while having a mental conflict over my beast for control. He wants to hold it and I don't, though I know part of me wants to.

"Fuck it!" I snapped, sitting back down and glaring at the little bundle. I leaned down closer to it and sniffed it's scent. Vanilla...

I haven't even realized I've leaned in too close, until its little hand touched my nose. Sparks erupted from where it touched, causing my eyes to jolt open in surprise. What's this? It's almost pleasurable to hurt, and I've never felt something like this before...

My beast purred at the sensation, and the longing itself had made me bury my face in the tiny figure. I only snapped back to reality, when it started stirring and talking gibberish.

I huffed and sat back, frowning as the little creature now had a huge smile on its sweet face.

"So, you're a girl, huh?" I mumbled, lightly poking her as she struggled to crawl on her knees, out of the object she's in. "Rest assured, you're going go die here, sweetie." I laughed out harshly, which sounded like I've been choked.

Hearing this she turned towards me, her blue orbs widened in curiosity as she titled her head sideways. I'd say its too adorable that even I can't hide the smile creeping up my face.

I growled in attempt to scare her, though she just giggled me off. What a weird cookie.

I finally decided to move up once more due to the footsteps approaching from a mile away. And no, I can't take that kid even though most of me wants to just keep it under my pocket my whole life. Though, likely, I can't.

Realizing my movement, she started to cry, and not a even a second had passed, I found myself kneeling back down to her.

"Damn it!" I cursed, balling my fist in irritation. I've never been attached to beings like her before, to be exact I've never been attached to anyone for hundreds of years I've been living. But, the only thing I know is that I can't take her with me, I can't let her die either. Knowing the fact that she's outside a pack's territory and she's human, she'll likely end up dead the moment I turn my back away from her.

The footsteps approaching fastened and a plan immediately creeps its way to my head.

I took the little thing on my arms, making sure I'm only touching the basket, not the body, and wrap my aura on both of us to hide in our presence. It's sort of a superficial thing, since I have a beast in me, not a wolf.

I hid behind a tree to watch my two pursuers. If it wasn't for this child I'm holding, I should've just end their lives for stepping onto my territory. Both me and my beast don't like it when somebody's stepping over what's ours, and I've claimed this land centuries ago!

"Alpha, are you sure you heard something?" A nervous looking boy with spiky hair asked.

"I'm sure." The other one with charming appearance mumbled, sniffing his way amidst the trees. Well, that's kinda surprising, who in their right mind would let their little future heir roam around the beast's den? Not like I'm complaining having this one here.

"Um, I think we're not in the pack grounds anymore." The spiky dude gulped. "I think we're in the beast's purgatory." Yeah, that's what they call my loving sweet home.

Just as I was about to do something to scare them off, more paws rummaging through my territory sounded from afar. Not a minute later, figures of about three more wolves appeared.

"Daniel!" A woman's voice cried the moment the three of them shifted.

"Hear me out!" The little Alpha, Daniel, spoke in defense. "I heard crying, it could be a child!"

"Do you even know where you are!?" The man boomed from behind the woman, whom I think was the real Alpha. I don't know, since in my sights, I'm pretty sure they're all the same flies.

The little kid must've heard shouting as she started to cry once more. Having finally enough of their presence here, I made my own presence known towards my pursuers. And who in their right mind would came shouting around my territory anyway?

Once I stepped out of the tree, all heads were snapped towards me. I can't miss the horror their faces plastered as the took in a defensive stance. The moon goddess should've think twice before cursing me, since we both know that no one could literally defeat me.

"Step back." The Alpha instructed, and I couldn't help but make a tauting step towards them, my eyes slowly blinded with red once again.

I was about to lunged when the infant began to cry louder. "Damn, girl, you're annoying!" I growled, yet she just gurgled and squeaked at me. I found myself calming down before snapping back to the souls before me.

Without saying another word, I bent on one knee, lowered the basket down, and left a small tap on the child's forehead. That way, I could prevent her away from harm and recognize her soul whenever she might be. I then stood up and slowly backed away from them as they're quite wary of my movements.

"Take her and I'll spare your lives." My voice came out as demanding as it seemed. "Raise her with care, spoil her with love and if I ever see a single scratch on her, consequences shall be applied."

The woman walked closer to the basket, together with Daniel on her heels, even though the Alpha's looks of disapproval, he can't help but shut his mouth and walk beside her, cautiously with the other man and kid behind them.

"Such a sweet soul." The lady cooed. "What shall be her name, your highness?"

I cringed at that title, though I ignored it and proceeded on thinking a name. I've got lots of it, I don't know where it all came from but it didn't help when my beast interrupts with my thoughts.

So, it is either Charlotte, Amanda, Claire, Sylvia, Audree... Goddess!

"Diana." My mouth absentmindedly spoke. "Call her Diana."

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Diana's POV

My brother used to tell me, not be careless and to let my guard up at all times.

"Diana!" I heard someone scream my name in horror as I groaned, pulling myself up with one of the branches for support.

They must've thought I'm dead by now.

Well, I did try to take extra precautions on my every move, and besides, that brother of mine did not mention about the environment being not careful and human friendly.

I balanced myself, ignoring the throbbing of my head.

Climbing trees sure is a pain.

"Goddamn it, Diana!" A familiar voice growled in anticipation as I slipped on the thin branch I'm currently on to.

Just like that, I fell...

And died.

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"What were you thinking!?" My older brother, Daniel, yelled in utter depression. "You could've died on the spot if you hadn't been caught!"

So, yeah, I didn't literally die. See, I'm alive and somehow...well.

"I didn't mean to do it.." I drawled out, guiltily, pinching the fabric of my dress, which I've always done when I'm nervous or lying.

Who wouldn't be guilty anyway? I ditched my own birthday party, in the middle of midnight and insisted on having my own fun around the woods, which did not go well as planned. And if it wasn't for someone random catching me, I would've cracked my head open to death.

"'You didn't mean to do it,' were your first words?" He scoffed, as if he'd just heard me tell him that orange is a fruit, instead of a color.

Seriously, is orange really a fruit or a color? Or was it tangerines...

"Are you listening, young lady?" His voice snapped me off my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I hummed in question before chuckling. "I don't know what time it is either."

"I wasn't asking about the time." He groaned, giving me look of hopelessness. "You never listened do you?"

"I don't- er, of course I do." I stuttered. "I mean, the party's not over!" I moved up to stand, though the throbbing returned. "Ow!"

"It's over for us, and do not go out with that throbbing head of yours until it heals." He stated firmly, not leaving any room for arguments.

"But-"

"What?"

"It's not even a major injury, and have school tomorrow?" I stated, of more like asked.

"Ditch it, your safety is way important. If you hadn't ditch us and hit your head, you could've been in school." He's now using his Alpha tone against me, he's not even the official Alpha yet, since dad still hadn't stepped down his position, but he's already using it against me.

Did he just forgot I never listen to anyone in particular?

"Fucking Alphas." I cursed. I never curse, I only do it when I'm pissed or irritated.

"What did you just say?" He questioned me even though he knew pretty well what I've said.

"Good night, Alpha." I curtsied dramatically before hopping my way through the pack corridors as I heard him sigh from behind.

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Most of the pack members must've been asleep for now, so I made my way towards my room. And trust me, its not just any typical normal room, its size is as huge as a ball room. The pack house's no mansion either, unlike any other pack houses, its more of a Hotel Transylvania typa shit, if you ask me.

That's one advantage when your family leads the strongest pack in all of North. They're not technically my biological family, and I kept asking them that, though they always insisted that I'm theirs, when obviously I'm not. Well, to make matters short, I'm human, I don't have a wolf and whatnot about supernatural powers most were kinds have. I'm a fragile, clumsy, troublemaker mortal, yet I'm not a coward nor a weakling, I've made sure of that. I don't even know how I ended in their world, maybe a stork had flew me in.

But it's not like I'm arguing with it, and since I've lived amidst their kinds, I've been pretty cautious on having to keep up myself with them, that I took most my time dancing, or rather observing the way they fight, and ended up learning A LOT.

One problem though, it seems like, I'm not needing these skills I've been coping up onto. The pack treated me equally the way they treat my family, even though I'm human, they don't take advantage of my mortality to hurt me, instead, they went batshit crazy once I do something to expose myself into danger. They won't even let a single scratch live on me! Not to mention, my brother dearest had me under surveillance every time I leave my room, and I'm sure someone's trailing me from behind right now.

Oh, and how did I ever manage to ditch my previous guard? Easy! I let him drink to his heart's content, that's how kind and understanding my ego is.

Once we finally reached my room, I faced the guy seriously, who currently just followed me. "Spot."

"It's Scott." The guy grumbled.

"Good night." I mocked a salute towards him before shutting my door. I quickly locked it and shifted towards the huge space that had not been used to continue my dancing sessions.

I actually tried to make it a gym, but Daniel would likely know about it. So, in order to avoid being known of these secret sessions of mine, I ended up equipping it onto a dance studio. I love the art of dancing, and its calm, majestic, lovely way, together with that, I found a way connecting combat through it. It wasn't that hard, since I made sure the pack members, train from below my bedroom window, that way, I could catch up through what they're doing.

I've been doing this thing, the moment I found out about their kinds and the danger that awaits them. I was probably twelve back then, when I took interest on these wolves around, and the mere thought of danger, scares me, yet excites me at the same time.

Call me weird, but I to love the sight of sweets and candies, together with blood and suffering.

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"Diana, dear, you don't have to help around. You have school today, haven't you?" My mother, Hera, the current Luna told me as I helped around the kitchen for the day.

"I do, but it seems that Daniel have other plans for me today." I answered carefully, since she doesn't know about what happened just a few eight hours ago, and I don't want her to know. "He told me to stay for the day to be sure I'm fine enough to go to school after the party last night." I added and that seemed to assure her, even though only half of what I said is true.

"Too bad, this should be the right day for you to find your mate." My best friend, Polly giggled from behind and I almost plucked my own eyeballs out from what I just heard.

"Mate, huh?" I hummed calmly. Never thought of having one actually, no matter how much I want one, and I've envied them for having their what so-called, soul mates. Lucky them, and unlucky me, since I'm human. "Shouldn't you be in school today, Polly?"

"It's boring without having you around." She shrugged and elbowed me lightly before scooting closer. "So, any signs of mate yet?"

"I'm human, I don't have one." I mumbled as I've said this line for like the thousandth time already.

"You're in the were society, Diana." Now mom's jumping in our conversation. "It's normal expecting for one, and its normal having one as well." Sometimes, I really think, mom could hear my thoughts as her words made all my doubt, realistic enough for me to believed her.

"Told you." Polly chirped dreamily. She's older than me, though she hadn't found her mate yet, and she's literally over the moon every time just thinking about it.

If I'm raised in the human society, I would've wondered over and over again of how special mates are suppose to be. But, I've grown up around the were kinds, and not a single time I've been forgotten to be reminded on how precious their mates are. I've never knew how it felt and no matter how much I hoped on having one, I've doubt it most of times.

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Diana's POV

Breakfast with the pack members had really pushed me off the edge of my anxiety.

I almost had a mental breakdown from guilt, and I knew I shouldn't have been more selfish. They don't want any of my blood go to waste with just a prick of a scratch. They'd even go further in sacrificing themselves on not just to let a single drop of blood spill out of my flesh. Even if very little spills, something dreadful happens to the cause of it, bringing everyone that surrounds me to the point they wither in agony...

"A penny for your thoughts." Someone from beside me spoke drowsily.

"Owen!" I yelled dramatically, causing every head on the place to turn towards us. "How are you, still dizzy?" I tried to lace my voice with concern, but my mouth failed me as I let out a snicker.

"It's not funny, D." He frowned, combing his light brown hair up to its usual spiky form. I forgot to mention, my brother's Beta, one of my dearest friends- oh, I think I mentioned him, the one that got drunk, who's supposed to guard me last night, that's my man.

"I'm bored." I hummed, grinning widely while looking at him. He's gorgeous I admit, I had a huge crush on him ever since I was little.

Don't blame me, blame my childish soul, but it really turned me off the moment I learned to understand their kinds and the mate thing. He's a werewolf, he'll have a mate, he has none yet, but soon enough he'll have one, and I don't have the rights to take him, who's already destined for someone. Their souls are connected and I can't change that fact, another thing I envy about their kinds.

My smile falters a bit at that thought.

"What's wrong? Your head hurts?" He asked, reaching his hand at the back of my head.

"No!" I shot up rather immediately, though he was too fast to notice as he grabbed my waist back down. He lightly pulled my head, caressing it softly, and I almost burst in fractions of gummy bears and candies!

"Unfair." I grumbled under my breath as my heart rate picks up at his intoxicating scent. The way he treats me like a kid is unfair and I'm not kid, I'm an adult now for goddess's sake!

At that precise moment, silence enveloped the room, and my heart beat is the only thing that rhythmically swirled around the seething place. Damn..now this is awkward...

I diverted my eyes around towards the numbers of werewolves, and when my eyes lands on them, they returned to their normal bickering. Though not too loud enough, that the pounding of my heart is still present in the atmosphere. I looked for Polly, but the traitor's no where to be seen!

I knew I fucked up, they won't stop bugging me later on, once Owen leaves, and I don't know if this guy here notice something unusual with me lately. But I bet he didn't, and if he does, he wouldn't care about it anyways.

That's the way things had been the past year of my life. Cupid never fails to shoot his arrows towards me, and I never fail to fall with whomever I lay my eyes on. I've got lots of crushes, a whole list of them. Though, the only problem is that romance sucks at developing me with any of them, but it's not like I want to. And I do NOT want to be involved in such relationships and whatnot. Being a human is already a disadvantage for such clichés, and my only choice is to marry hot human men!

I must've said that last part of marrying out loud as I heard series of chuckles from around.

"You serious?" Says Owen.

"Of course, I am." I retorted proudly.

"What if you had a mate, Sissy?" A preteen asked. They tend to address me as Sissy, since I don't really know, I just let them call me whatever they want to.

I hummed, still not able to find an answer from that question. What if I do have one?

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