The Lycan King's Breeder novel Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Avalyn's POV

"Avalyn, have you checked on the cake?" My stepmother called from the living room.-

I looked between my hands and the food still cooking. There was no way I could finish all of these and still have enough time to get to town and get the cake from the bakery before they closed.

"Avalyn... I am still waiting for a response! Or do you need me to get in there!?" She hissed and I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning silently.

I reduced the level of the gas and peeled off the apron from my chest before wiping my hand on my ragged blue dress. Then I went to join her in the living room.

"I'll go pick it up right now..." I said and made to move but she stopped with a loud shriek.

"You haven't gone to get the cake! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind!?" She got up from the couch she had been occupying and approached me with fire in her eyes.

I cowered away from her but she stopped and motioned at me to get close.

Tears pricked at my eyes as my legs started shaking. "Mom, I am sorry, I was so busy in the kitchen... I thought you would go pick it up yourself..." I stuttered.

Her face brightened and the next thing I heard was the guttural sound coming from her as she erupted into a burst of bitter laughter.

"You thought I would go get it?! You ungrateful little whore!"

"I am sorry mom, it won't happen again—" I started to say but a felt a stinging slap across my face and it took me a few seconds for the pain to register.

I held my cheek and took a cautious step away from me.

"Now, before I scream at the top of my lungs. I want you to go out there and make sure you get that cake before showing your face again!" She screeched out launching the television remote at me.

I docked and ran outside. I wiped the tears from my face and tried to pull up a fake smile as I made my way to the bakery shop which wasn't so far away from my house.

She could have gotten it herself but my stepmother would rather die than do anything that was also going to benefit me.

As I walked, I heard the whispers and murmurs as they pointed fingers at my battered dress but I paid no attention to all of that. I was pretty much used to it by now. The entire town hated me. Everyone considered me a bad omen.

They said I killed my mother and placed a curse on my father.

When I was younger, I use to cry about my misfortune but as I grew older, I learned to swallow my pain and keep it within me.

In the world we lived in, everyone fought one sort of pain or the other. We were ruled by creatures of the night —werewolves. They called the shots and allocated everything to us.

We lived peacefully at the moment because our current chief regularly sent gifts of humans to the werewolf king —a man everyone considered to be a monster.

He was a merciless ruler and never took no for an answer. When he requested something, our chief had no choice but to oblige.

The people lived in fear and pain, yet they found fun in mocking me. It felt like I was their entertainment at a time when they only knew pain.

I was that one person, they could mess with without fear of getting punished.

"Look who stepped out to place a curse on the streets!" Someone said and I heard them laugh.

But I didn't as much as turn to even look at them. It was pointless.

I hastened my feet to the bakery shop and stepped. I walked to the counter and gave the man a small bow.

"Hello sir, I am here to pick up the cake my mother ordered," I said timidly.

The man raised his eyes to observe me. His eyes moved from my toes and slowly made their way to the strand of hair flying on my face.

"Step out, you are too dirty to be in here. Didn't anyone teach you how to take a shower?!" He growled with a thin voice.

My heart squeezed but I didn't let the pain get to me. I swallowed it down and slowly stepped back to the door.

"Good. Now, you say your mother sent you. Did you whore of a mother come back to life and request a cake?"

I raised my head and watched the scrawny man from under my lashes. His wife had been snatched by the chief. He was depressed and sad. So I didn't hate him for the cruel words he said to me.

I understood him.