The alpha was sure why she was reacting so severely upon seeing him. It was expected since she had indirectly committed a crime and was supposed to be punished. Moreover, the way she fell back over her butt made it evident that she was not going to let him touch her. And for that reason the alpha Cyrus seized the chance and leaped towards her.

The woman could feel his glaring golden eyes staring straight into hers. There was something in Cyrus’ eyes, something passionate and unsatiated. Only if she could know it was not love but the strongest emotions, resentment and hatred. She could not move from his embrace as Cyrus’ arm was wrapped around her waist.

Danielle did not wish to die like that but was aware she had to do something all by herself. The woman had already seen that there was no other way to leave the alpha’s chambers. Because she could not possibly run all the way from the door to down the hall. It was expected that the guards would catch and imprison her for insulting the alpha.

It made her hyperactive brain think of the solution immediately since the time was running. The alpha’s eyes glowed bright golden as his canines grew longer, indicating he was aroused and was about to bite her. 

'I would rather die quickly than getting bitten by him. If I am not his mate then this wrong mark will take my life.’

Danielle knew she had to choose the type of pain for herself and that's why she decided wisely to accept the quick death. She had the knowledge of the curse which was deeply hidden in her heart. The woman could not mate with anyone she liked or desired, that included not becoming intimate with anyone. 

Danielle was aware from her past experience that she could not allow anyone to put their dick inside her. The lady knew that the alpha’s bite would also end in her death. She survived from the previous experience which took the life of the man. However, Danielle still did not have any proper knowledge of who would die from what, but she was aware that if the alpha Cyrus bit her one of them was sure would die.

If supposedly the alpha died there was no way that the civilians or beta Curtis was going to spare her. Either way Danielle would land herself in a perilous situation, she had to pick her own poison and pain to escape all the bad name and the imprisonment. Danielle deliberately brought her head closer to his face, the alpha Cyrus got a bit distracted by her sudden advancements.

He frowned slightly and halted from biting her neck which was exposed in front of him. The alpha had no clue why she suddenly changed her terrified aura into a bold seductive woman. Danielle slid down her eyes as she intentionally squeezed her plump breasts between her arms. She had learned a lot of such tactics from her friend Martha, who was popular among the men of all status and types.

As expected the alpha was distracted as his eyes travelled downwards over her breasts. Cyrus became confused and it mildly enraged him that she was boldly seducing him just because he came forward towards her. Whereas right at that moment when Cyrus parted his lips in order to say something, she consciously pushed him and without hesitating jumped off the balcony! 

The scenario felt like a slow motion film to Cyrus as the air fluttered her red dress and she spread her arms before jumping. The night and the darkness of the valley below embraced the woman dressed in crimson coloured gown as the sacrifice. Danielle knew she was doing a favour by jumping off the terrace, it would have saved her and the alpha, both from the upcoming havoc and the scandal. 

Whereas the alpha was befuddled upon her bold actions, Cyrus raked through his sleek black hair as the chilling snowflakes fell over his balcony. The man simply smirked upon realising that she had just jumped off the terrace. The alpha assumed she was trying to test his limitations and the lengths he would go for her. 

Cyrus stood there with his arms crossed and waited for the howl, he was sure that the woman jumped off the terrace because she was a she-wolf. After all, who in her sane mind would jump into a valley knowing that she could not transform!? The alpha waited for the howling so he could confirm that she was alive. But when Cyrus did not hear anything and a few seconds passed, he had to move forward towards the edge of the terrace.

Perhaps it was not the day when she was supposed to die and definitely not in front of his eyes. The alpha smashed his fist over the marble railing of the terrace, the very same spot sank a bit as Cyrus inhaled sharply. His emotions became irregular as the alpha clenched his fists and his canines enlarged.

'You can't die that easily Danielle, I'm supposed to choose the death time for you! How dare you disobey me!?’

Cyrus gritted and jumped behind her immediately in the attempt to catch the woman. His hand turned into claws and fur began to grow over his body. The alpha began to transform into a wolf so he could potentially save her. 

He dived straight into the valley within the close composure to speed up his falling. The transformation was gradual and up till that moment Cyrus could only form fur over his skin which randomly appeared over his body. Whereas his eyes glowed unnaturally golden and the lens became an extremely narrow slit.

The alpha finally got the glimpse of Danielle who was still falling, since the castle was situated high up on the cliff which was an under term for the height. Belle Morte was built quite high to give it a grandiose outlook and thanks to the enormous height her life was about to get saved.

Due to the golden glowing orbs of Cyrus Danielle was able to see him falling behind her in the dark. It was easily visible because his orbs shone and radiated some light which illuminated in the dark. Danielle was forced to turn around and see the source of the light which she assumed would be the beta Curtis. 

After all, why would the alpha risk his own life to save hers, a measly and ordinary brothel dancer!? 

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Nobody knew where Danielle came from and since kingdom Selene had always welcomed everyone openly, it had the most diversity of werewolves among the pyramid of status. However, for some reason the beta Curtis was also unable to find out anything about her past life or identity. It appeared as if somebody had wiped off everything related to her and the only knowledge, which was available was her years in the kingdom serving as the brothel worker.

It was still an enigma of her whereabouts, only if somebody knew where she came from or who she was. Danielle was not someone who was born with a wolf but she smelled mildly like a wolf. Why? What was the reason for it because it was highly unusual for someone to give off a wolfie scent while having no wolf. It was the main reason which raised numerous questions for the beta Curtis.

Being a hybrid he was able to smell any wolf or a vampire from their scents and his ability was above the other werewolves. However, it was sure that according to his speculations Danielle was neither a wolf nor a vampire. She smelt something else, something mixed, something unusual. She was no doubt mysterious and had a lot more up to her sleeves because everybody was unaware of her past life. 

Danielle was not someone who had a clean past or a tragic one at the top of that. Before coming to the kingdom Selene she lived far away in some other kingdom. The small town was once peaceful as the green and warm nature reigned there with all its might. Unlike kingdom Selene where the winter had clouded and covered everything like a curse. The former home of Danielle was completely different. 

Just like every other regular day, everybody was immersed in their own daily chores. The women were holding the wooden baskets tucked to their waists as they headed towards the end of the town. Walking through the narrow streets of the town under the blazing sun, sweat beads crawled down and glistened their beautiful faces. It was a group of ten ladies which dawdled towards the exit of the town as they were headed to the forest behind.

A few of those women were married and had kids with them, those little brats were continuously making noises and hooting as they jumped around while trailing their mothers. Just at the end of that queue was a frail yet beautiful woman who followed the lane of the ladies with some distance. She had a little kid beside her who was also holding a small wooden basket to collect cherries for herself.

She was Danielle. The petite little chubby girl with rosy cheeks, blonde hair and emerald eyes just like her mother. Unlike the other ladies who were ahead of the queue Danielle’s mother deliberately stood at the end to avoid the subtle insults. It was said that she never married and vanished one day then came back to the town with a girl child in her hands. It earned her a notorious reputation and the townspeople made her life miserable. 

Danielle grew up hearing insults and scolding, she never understood the reason for the bad treatment. However, it made her realise soon that if she was supposed to live her best life then she had to step up for herself. The very thought process enabled her to bully people before they could bully her. The little girl was unsure how to deal with the adults because her mother was never going to take a stand. Not even for her child’s sake. 

Days passed and Danielle started to grow popular among the kids for being a delinquent. However it did not stop the other children from beating her occasionally. Danielle’s mother could not take it anymore and took her life when a drunk count attempted to rape her. The cowardly woman did not even think of her little child and left Danielle all alone to fend for herself. 

After all, Danielle’s birth was the root cause of her misery and she despised her existence too which was the result of a mysterious intimacy shared with some stranger. Nobody knew with whom she mated but Danielle’s birth was the outcome of that desperate one night stand. The man wanted someone to warm his bed, while Danielle’s mother needed money to fill her belly. 

Even before her birth nobody treated Danielle’s mother well, she was wolfless and a sex slave but due to her frail appearance she did not get may clients. And the continuous drastic drop in her health made her quit the brothel job, desperately she started to do odd jobs to survive. On that very night when she was offered a decent amount of gold coins, the woman could not refuse but only if she knew that the very sex would worsen her life.

After giving birth to Danielle she tried to look for that man hoping to get some more gold in exchange for that child. But to her dismay she could not find that man nor there was any trace of finding him, it appeared as if he was some kind of ghost or a mirage. Nonetheless, she had to fend and take care of baby Danielle now that she was with her and the baby’s father was nowhere to be found.

Nonetheless, the night when Danielle’s mother was almost raped and she committed suicide was the worst of Danielle’s life. She was still a kid at that time, precisely a teenager when she witnessed the dead body of her mother laying on the cold floor. The dim oil lantern displayed the most horrible sight to Danielle when she noticed the torn neckline and the bloodied hem of her mother’s dress. 

It was obvious to her who did that because recently that drunk count had been chasing her mother. Danielle was not sure how to proceed with the situation, just like the dim light in the room was unable to brighten it fully. Danielle’s life was also darkened in just one night. She knew that after her mother was gone the townspeople would not let her live there either. 

It drove her mad to the edge of insanity that Danielle rushed out of her house and ran through the streets to find the count’s house. No doubt Danielle had no wolf just like her mother but she had something else. Rage, determination to get revenge for snatching her mother. It was not that she had some deeply rooted affection for her mother but because they dared to snatch the only monetary support she had.

Danielle reached the place where she could see the count’s house from some distance. She stood there opposite to the house in the grassy field which served as good camouflage. The teenager burst into tears looking towards the sky where the bright moon shone with its glory. Danielle cursed and begged to the moon goddess to serve her justice for the unfair events which had happened throughout her life.

Nothing happened. When the goddess showed no sign of her blessing Danielle became agitated and vowed she would never remember the goddess and renounced her belonging to the moon goddess. Just at that moment a lightning bolt hit the count’s home and burnt the whole damned thing. The wind howled and everything went quiet for some time leaving Danielle stunned as she stood dumbfounded at first but then an evil grin graced her face.