Mabels POV
Hi everyone I'm Mabel, a 20-year-old runt. I wasn't particularly living the princess lifestyle but at least I was alive. "runt" the head chef called out pulling me out of bed. "This is 5am in the morning and you dare to be asleep; did you forget that today was the alpha's mate selection? Or do you need my help to remember". "fuck" I muttered, I had indeed forgotten (though I didn't intend to as I slept by 3 am yesterday.... or today rather) tho outwardly I could only reply him with a yes sir and move on.
Today was the day my biggest enemy Alpha Conan would accept his new Luna and I as the runt would have to personally serve the man who killed my parents in cold blood. The Luna of the pack was said to be chosen by the moon goddess herself and the last person she picked was my mother whose carcass now lay as a fur coat for the Alpha. It was a simple selection; the board was brought up and then at her own given time the moon goddess would engrave the name of the person she chose. Well, it isn't going to be an easy day for me that's for sure.
Beta's pov
fuck, today was so stressful. His best friend and Alpha to the pack hadn't made anything easier for him that's for sure. He had decided to take a quick stroll past the banquet hall to see how things were going, only to see it... her name MABEL ALEXANDER HUNT written clearly on the stone. Shit that was bad, very bad. Without stopping to even think he quickly changed the name to that of his sister and quietly walked away praying for his own sake the moon goddess would forgive him.
Mabel's POV:
The banquet started and the drinks flowed, I was finally free for a few hours to relax. I had sneaked a peak and saw that it was the beta's sister who was crowned LUNA. I was happy for her (she had always been humane to me at the very least). I walked back to the kitchen and sat quietly munching on a bread I had stolen from the kitchen and remembering when I was the princess of the pack, pampered and cared for. I hadn't lasted ten minutes alone when I was suddenly called upstairs to the party. Thinking it was their usual shenanigans I quickly ran upstairs to join them only to stare in horror at what I saw. A big bench was rolled out and each member of the pack was handed a whip, the Alpha at the centre with the largest whip. Before I could say a word in pleading, I was tied to the bench and each member of the pack took turns whipping me for the penance of my parents. I looked through the tears and met their eyes people who had once pretended to love me and pamper me all whipping me mercilessly. The Alpha was last to whip me and he had the biggest whip, he whipped until I fainted and I was quickly carried back into my little room.