The instant her fingers dropped the last sliced strawberry on the gorgeous, medium red velvet cake, a bunny-like smile crept up on her reddish lips.
The sides of her lips were smeared with red cream, and gaping at the masterpiece of a cake, Brena smiled.
She baked it — by herself! It wasn't easy, for fuck's sake!
Her lengthy luscious brown hair was held in a messy bun, and those honey brown eyes of hers diverted its focus to the door as someone walked in.
“Darn: I'm beat.” An exhausted grunt was heard from a fellow she-wolf like herself. She was also her roommate, Carolina.
In her arms were red-inflated balloons, a package wrapped in red, and a cute bow. Things entailing that color were quite rampant easily by this time of the year — It was the most romantic time of the year. Valentine's Day and also her birthday..!!
At Locks University, a famous institute of learning where countless pups from rich families studied, Valentine's Day was celebrated more enthusiastically.
“Did you manage to get anything for him? Y'know, you're fucking unbelievable. Waiting until the last minute to get your mate a gift — gosh!” Brena swayed her head as she spoke disappointingly at Carolina.
Since her mouthwatering cake was done, she went ahead to strip herself off the apron before going into her room to bathe.
“Oh please! You're Alpha Levi's daughter. Money ain't shit to you, but me? My father's just a fucking beta.” Carolina rolled her eyes as she dragged her feet to the living room.
Just like every apartment the University's students occupied, the kitchen had no doors and was attached to the living room.
It was quite spacious and overly luxurious. Two not so lengthy staircases led to their rooms and Carolina was now laying on a couch.
Brenda Hendrick, unarguably, was the most renowned figure in the school, why? Her father, Levi Hendrick, was the Alpha of the Royal Heart Pack.
Anyone could tell at a glance she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and her attitude was slightly affected by it.
Slightly, though.
Brena was a bitchy sweetheart, and her friendship with Carolina could be considered great.
“I'm off to give Ten his Valentine's Day gift and also receive mine from him, she said beaming with smile!” As she descended the stairs, now cladded in baggy trousers with a crop top, and a demine jacket, Carolina didn't bother to glance at her.
Her hair was now sported in a low ponytail, and the beauty of her flawless face was so blinding.
Brenda could be easily regarded as a being living life without any issues. But…
“Hey. Your birthday is today? Y'know, you turned 20 already and maybe get a wolf? What if Ten's not your mate?”
“Shut up Carolina! Yes it's my birthday today and I know Ten well, We've been dating for two years, and asides, who the fuck will the Moon Goddess fate me with if it ain't him? Ten's been so supportive, sweet, kind, and loving.”
“But refused to stay under the same roof as you.”
Throughout the entire exchange of utterances, Carolina's eyes were pinned to the screen of her phone. She doesn't need to glance at Brenda to conclude she was silently contemplating.
Every single person in the University was aware of Brena's wolflessness yet would be tired of living to mock her openly. For fuck's sake, her father's a compelling Alpha.
Apart from that, Ten Christophe, her boyfriend who she has been in a 2-year-long relationship wasn't one to be fucked with. He defended Brena so strongly and readily bashed any for upsetting her.
Since Brena doesn't have a wolf yet, they weren't TRULY mates — just in a romantic relationship.
But she finally turned twenty today ; accordingly, she'd receive her wolf then, and Brena had been praying feverishly that Ten would be her mate.
He was everything and anything, any sane girl would want. She loved him, and he loved her.
Yes, he rejected her suggestion of living together with the notion that Damon, his roommate, was a great friend, but did that matter?
“Fuck you Lina! Ten will, and shall become my mate."
Before the sound of the door being shut was heard, Brena scrawled at Carolina.
“Bitch." Now strolling through the hallway that led to an escalator that'd take her to his floor, she muttered.
In her arms were his cake in a box, some big, bright red roses, and a letter. This was normalcy for them.
Brena would come to his apartment, and they'd exchange gifts; great, right?
*
Luck seemingly was by her side, the lock of his door was opened.
“Ten…?” Brena's voice trailed off as her feet stepped into an empty living room and kitchen. Was he in his bedroom?
She regretted failing to text him about her arrival before storming out of her apartment — Carolina was the cause. Her words upset her so much, that her body left thoughtlessly.
Either way, Brena began making her way up the staircase and a smile formed on her lips as slight noises were heard.
But they sounded a bit… unholy.
No — her ears were malfunctioning. Ten would never cheat on her with any whore — Brena was the curviest she-wolf throughout the University. Not to talk of the prettiest.