Malicious Power (Menage) {Revising}

Prologue (Revamped)

Whitney Malicious

Since the first moment I shifted, my destiny was laid out for me by the Moon Goddess. I wasn't given the gift of insight, but I wouldn't need it after seeing my own appearance.

My wolf was powerful. One of the most powerful of any in my generation. I was the size of a full-grown stallion with fur the color of the moon. Runes that proved my status as royalty were stained on my fur like tattoos the color of raven feathers. Protruding from my back, were black and white feathered wings that proclaimed my tainted bloodline.

I was the first-born child of Alpha Octavius Malicious and his dragon whore. I was scorned by the Alpha's family because they had to give their title to a bastard child. However, the Alpha himself took very good care of me. His mate, seeing how the Alpha treated me, loved me as if I was her own daughter, even though her son should have been the Alpha's first-born.

When the Alpha's son turned two, he was kidnapped by rogues. I was only five when that happened, but I still remembered the pandemonium. Search parties by the dozen were frantically scanning every nook and cranny of our pack territory. It's been thirteen years since that incident and the Alpha couple hadn't had anymore children because they were afraid that such an atrocity would be committed again.

Before my half-brother was kidnapped, my mother disappeared. She had never seen me as her daughter and neglected me. She hated me because I wasn't a pure-blood were and for being proof of her mistakes. She left during the night while I was with my father for my weekly dinner with him, his mate, and his son. When my father took me home that night, he and I entered the house only to find it empty. Even my clothes and toys were gone.

My father was pleased that he could finally spoil me like his own child and have me live with him. He introduced me to the pack the next day as his eventual successor. He himself trained me to be the best Alpha possible and his mate homeschooled me. I became their daughter and we became a mostly happy family. The pack respected me and I quickly became friends with my future betas and deltas. Not everyone accepted me, however.

My father's parents hated me with a passion that burned brighter than the Sun. To them, I was the hybrid filth that stained their pure bloodline. During our weekly family dinners with them, they talked as if I wasn't there and asked my father when he would choose a worthy successor. He would always say that he already had. However, one night, he snapped. He had finally had enough of their thinly-veiled hatred and told them to either accept me or leave the pack. To everyone's surprise, they actually left.

When I turned eighteen, the Alpha couple was murdered by rogues, which leads us to my first day as Alpha of the Malicious Pack.