In a world of war

A permanent setting

I sat at the dinner table before the nobles. Their eyes scanning me as though I was for display in the museum.

I mean, I was the rumoured daughter of the Beta who was known for her incompetence and inability to utilize her wolf properly.

A secret love child that had  used her beauty and striking similarities to the Beta to force him into accepting her commoner mother into the Betadom.

I was known as Sinfully beautiful at the same time as useless. I simply existed to sit down and look pretty infront of the nobles, if not, I would be of no use to the Betadom.

"Have you no etiquette? You are seated before our mother and father yet you refuse to greet neither of them." Arloin, my worthless younger brother of a different mother, says to me drawing out the attention of the nobles on the table.

I look up from my plate, analysing whether or not I should reply. Choosing the latter, I look back at my plate and continue to dine.

The nobles start to mumble out about my blasphemous behaviour.

They speak of etiquette yet they talk as they eat? Why am I not surprised? It is the job of a hypocrite to do what they tell others not to.

"It is okay now. We are not here to criticize my daughter's incompetence. We are all here to fill up and calm ourselves before we make our way to the training grounds, so worry not about my daughter." The Beta says.

Everyone gives a polite nod to Beta Ryce and continue with their meals.

That word.

Daughter.

Such a useless title for someone like myself.

I clench my fists at the thought of it. He dares to call me such a thing when he is not my father?

I would exit this dining hall if not for the fact that I want to join in on the training grounds.

Seeing as I had now lost my appetite, I dismiss my maid Rashta, a Zetess( Female Zeta ) of a fallen Pack that was sold off by her Alpha as a slave after we had conquered their Pack, and I watch the nobles dine to their hearts content.

I truly love violence but I lack potential in that aspect so if I were to join on the battlefield with all the warriors and royalty then I would merely be seen as foughter for the pigs or I would be turned into a slave of that pack. Either way, I would rather avoid that.

So instead of joining the battlefield, I train here and have battles with high ranking nobles.

It's a miracle that they are even letting a Beta's daughter stay off the battle field so training is mandatory.

Sometimes I think, if I weren't royalty, I could be like all the other high ranking nobles' daughters that are not shamed for lack of physical capabilities.

If it weren't for Princess Merlynne and her great physical prowess then I wouldn't even be forced into becoming a warrior.

Because of her, a bunch of noble women became obsessed with becoming warriors to the point where I, a person who lacks control over her wolf, was seen as a disappointment.

It is not as though I hold much against my cousin but could she have shown off a little less cause now I am expected to be as great as her.

A woman of such intelligence and power is great competition but it becomes a one sided massacre when you aren't even up to a one tenth of her power. She truly is amazing.

With all this pressure, I hope to become one tenth of her power.

I snap out of my thoughts as I see the maids clearing up the plates and I rush out of my chair and run towards the direction of the training grounds.

As I walk into the stadium, I hear the clashing of silver sword and arrows. I see the piercing of blades and bloodshed. I feel the presence of healing mana which makes me smile.

This was truly a beautiful place.

I go to the weaponry room and arm myself with a light sword.

Walking towards the arena. I see the Betadom's top ten warriors sparring in two groups as they go against their assigned opposites.

It made me jealous and anxious to see that the top ten warriors consisted of six women and four men.

Truly, my cousin was a role model for her to make warriors out of women. If only I could be amongst them.

Ignoring the others in the battle arena, I assign myself to a combat dummy. The dummy had thrice the endurance that I had, along with counter attacks so training with it was a perfect convenience for me.

I pulled my sword out from the sword case of my hip and swung it with extreme force towards the dummy in hopes of giving it critical damage but rather than what I had hoped for, I had been the one to receive the critical damage and this was not because of a counter attack but because the force I had exerted was too much for my body to handle.

The warriors in the battle Arena saw me fall to the ground but a roaring laughter was what I received.

My brother walked up to me and drew out a hand for me to take. I looked at his face to see that he had worn a mischievous grin on his face.

Knowing his intentions were impure, I spat on his hand and stood up.

This whole place was ridiculously childish and it wasn't going to improve anytime soon. This was the thought that ran through my head as I picked my sword and stormed out.

Walking through the hallways, I heard a rumble. A minor one at that so I had ignored the sound but soon enough, in came the screaming of my people.

These were the screams of people who death was awaiting.

I was unaware of the situation but I knew it was indeed a battle so I ran into the gear room and suited myself with TF gear.

This gear was used to make up for a lack of a wolf, incase a warrior was to severely injure their wolf. It had all the necessary requirements. The sharp claws, the heel spring for leaping, the turbines for speed and mobility, the light but thick armor for protection.
And this was the one reason that I hadn't been kicked out of the Betadom.

Running back to the arena, I saw that the floor had been flooded with blood.
The dead bodies before me were barely recognizable and I could only see eighteen living beings before me.

Before I could even register what had happened. Another body had dropped to it's death but the cause of this was not noticable.

You could see the damage but not the one who had inflicted it.

Behind me, I heard my father shout out, "Go save our best warriors, make yourself of use. For the sake of your fa-!!!" I heard a gurgling of blood from him but I didn't look back at all.

Didn't he realise? This battle was a lost cause. It's more like a one sided massacre.

I watched again, as another five warriors dropped dead. The blood splattering on my face. The thrill I had felt from seeing this made me unconsciously leap forward to take a hit at this unknown enemy and when my sword clashed with the air, that was when I realised.

Victory was impossible, and loss was a permanent setting. The attack on the Betadom was the first step to a never ending war. For nations upon nations were to collide and races upon races were to unite but in the end, we were never going to know who the real enemy was to begin with.