Chapter 18

It has been three weeks since I have been in this pack. I've been ignored and treated like trash by Lawrence and Britta, but it's okay. At least I am being treated well by the rest of the royals. It has actually been lovely.

I am more close to Lillian and Becca now, but that doesn't mean I am more open to them. I am trying to be more relaxed and give them a chance.

Becca and Ethan are getting closer. They can't even stay five minutes away from each other without love growing immensely between them.

I can't help it. I wish I had that kind of love from my mate, but once again, I wasn't meant to be loved. That was my course, and I have learned to live with all my life.

I don't know what is happening, but I can't sleep or eat properly. It must be the mate pull because we refused to accept it. But I will go through this with a strong mind, fighting it when needed.

Come to think of it, I was supposed to have experienced heat by now. But I am not complaining...it's for the best, I think.

"Kate, you look pale, what's wrong?" Becca asks, sitting on the couch in the movie room.

I have been feeling sick and burning hot. I know it's because the full moon is approaching very soon, and during the full moon I get weak and sometimes sick, but I survive. The Moon Goddess keeps testing me mentally and physically.

"Nothing. Just tired." Not completely a lie since I am actually tired. I hate feeling this way and it drives me crazy.

"Okay," she says, sounding worried before smiling. "Lillian, you should have seen Britta's face after Kate told her off," she says between laughs.

"You don't mean it? What did Kate do again?" Lillian asks while I give her a playful glare.

"She told her—"

"Oh, I see you three are here talking about me. Wow, I never thought I was all you think about," Britta says, smirking.

"If that includes my daily plan on how to kill you," Lillian says with a smirk of her own. Lillian was finally able to express her hatred for Britta openly without holding back.

Britta scoffs, walking away looking ready to kill anyone, so long as that anyone is Becca, Lillian, and me.

"That was so funny, girl, " Becca says giving Lillian a high five.

"Hey, girls. Stop that. She is just being herself," I say weakly.

"Are you sure you alright? Girl, you sound very weak," Lillian says worriedly.

"I am fine. You don't have to worry," I say coughing.

"You know what, Kate? You have to rest now," Becca suggests.

"Okay, I am going to rest, but not because you say so, but because I need to," I say while leaving them.

I walk into my room at a slow pace, and fall flat on my bed before drifting immediately into dreamland.

~~~~~~~~~

I wake up to someone shaking me awake.

"Kate, I know you are tired, but you have to wake up or Lawrence will be angry you didn't come for dinner." Lillian says sounding frustrated.

Like I care if he gets angry, but I am really hungry and with this pain I am feeling right now in my head, I need food.

"I am up now. You can stop yelling," I say, holding my head with my hands. I feel like it might fall off.

"Better be. Go get ready," she says, helping me up.

I go into my bathroom to shower, wrapping a towel around myself before walking out to find Lillian placing a black crop top and ash and black skirt on my bed.

"What are you holding there?" I ask, glancing at the clothes on the bed.

"This is what you are going to wear. It will look good on you," she says proudly.

"You're not serious, right? I can't wear that," I say walking towards my closet.

"Kate, don't you walk away from me. You are wearing this, no argument," she says throwing daggers at me.

"Lillian, you should know by now that I hate being ordered around," I say harshly.

"Okay, please wear this. It will make me very happy," she says with pleading eyes.

"Fine. Give it to me," I say with a sigh while she grins triumphantly.

After I get dressed, we walk towards the dining room, if dragging my legs lazily is called walking.

We entered the dining room with everyone presentm including Britta the slut.

"You guys are late," Lawrence says without sparing a glance our way.

We choose to ignore him, and take our seats. I reach for a glass of water on the table with shaky hands, feeling the need to wet my dry throat with liquid.

"Are you alright?" Ma asks, helping me get the glass of water.

"Yes," I say, gulping down the water into my dry throat.

I can't say whether the rest of dinner went well or not because Lawrence didn't spare me a glance. I did get the death stare from Britta though.

"Kate, what's wrong with you? You look sick. There are bags under your eyes, you're not eating properly anymore, especially for a person who loves eating," Ma says, frustrated.

She has been trying to get me to talk to her ever since we left the dining room.

She continued when I didn't reply. "Talk to me, Kate, I am always here for you," she says softly.

"Ma, the full moon is coming. That's the reason I am weak. It will pass after the full moon," I say. It is partly the truth.

"You have to be careful, Kate. This is the most vulnerable state you are in now," she says, pleading.

"I will be careful," I say, hugging her.

I need this hug right now because I feel like I need a wake-up call from my dazed state.

We are disturbed by someone giggling.

I know that voice—Britta. I hope she didn't hear anything.

"I knew you were strange from the moment I saw you," she says, walking towards us and making my fear come true. "But getting weak during a full moon? That's very good for me, right?"

I stand stiff, not knowing how to reply. What's going through her mind can't be good.

I am in for a big ride.