Every girl dreamed of being treated like a princess. At such a young age, Emily experienced abuse and slavery from her own family-her father. The family she had left ever since her mother died. All she ever wanted was to be loved. To be treasured like how her mother did to her ever since she was a kid. However, it's true that when you lose someone or something, people start to change.

Emily knew that it was a choice. Her father could choose between loving her and hurting her. But he chooses the latter.

People leave, and people come. Her father became worst when he met Amanda, her stepmother.

Emily knew she couldn't control love, but as an Alpha of their pack, his father had choices, but he chose to accept Amanda and her son, Cole.

At first, Emily thought that when she met Amanda, she could feel motherly love once again. However, cruelty began in her life. She received strong punches every time she made one small mistake, being whipped and even molested by her stepbrother.

These all trigger her emotions and mental health. Emily even thinks to have suicide when she's alone in her room, but it seems like someone is stopping her every time she thinks of it. Thus, even if she could feel her body wanting to give up, she still chooses to carry on. Because she knew the moon Goddess always had reasons.

Emily was about to turn off the small vintage lamp near her bed when she heard a thunder strike into the sky, joined by glimmered lightning. She sighed and closed her window and was about to bring down the curtain. However, she stopped pulling the string when she saw a water droplet fall on the window screen. Then suddenly, her eyes went to the old table near the window and saw the black pouch.

"Damn, I forgot about it," she whispered.

She then grabbed the pouch, wore her slippers, and exited her room. She ran as fast as she could towards her father when she heard murmurs, making her halt.

She breathed heavily and gasped for air. She could feel muscle cramps in every part of her body, knowing this was bad. She looked at the pouch that she was holding and clenched it tight. It was the money she made this day. Then suddenly, her gaze landed on the bruises on her arm. It's still in the color violet with green dots on some parts. This could be shown that she received a heavy beating the other day. Her bruises aren't healed yet.

If there's one thing that Emily would be grateful for, it's her stamina. No matter how heavy the punishment she received from her father or stepmother or to that devil pervert stepbrother, she still wakes up every day and pushes herself to work.

However, deep inside, she knew that there could be a time that her body gave up.

'Emily, you're strong. You can do it!' These are the words she always let out inside her thoughts to make her move daily.

"Leo, darling, you don't have to worry about that bitch. We will get rid of her, remember?"

Emily's eyes widened when she heard Amanda's voice filled with evil intent. She let out a sigh and shook her head. She's not dumbed not to know that she was the topic.

Didn't Amanda want her out of the family? So, what's new?

Emily had enough, but still, she thought she could perfectly do the art of being numb, but she was wrong. To ease the excruciating pain that she felt within her heart, she tried to get numb and ignore everything, then continue to move on because she believed that sooner, her father would realize her worth.

But hearing those words from Amanda again, she knew that the Alpha would choose what his Luna says once again, and Emily would be nothing-nothing but their slave.

"The important thing is the money, darling."

Emily scoffed. Yeah, money!

They should have known that they were living under the same roof, that she might hear their conversation.

Seriously, talking in the living room where there's a vast space?

Not unless they do it purposely.

"Eavesdropping, are we?"

Emily rolled her eyes and turned her back to face the man. No other than her stepbrother. She arched her brow.

"Wow, feisty. You can fight me now?" Cole asked as he walked closer to her.

Emily could feel how her heart reacted every time Cole was near her. It started to recognize danger.

"Don't you dare?"

Cole let out a devilish chuckle which Emily knew drew attention.

"Dare what? Dare to touch you? Oh, come on. At least I will have a taste of you first before he takes you."

Cole's words made her confused. She knew that his words had a more profound meaning.

She steps backward every time Cole steps forward. "Please, Cole, I had-"

"Save your words when I let you feel what heaven looks-"

"What's going on?"

Emily closed her eyes for seconds and gripped tightly on the pouch when suddenly, someone yanked it from behind, making her jerk forward and turn around. Her eyes filled with shock, and fear crossed them when she saw it was her father.