Chapter 3 Make Over

Artemis' POV

I woke up as I felt the sun's rays on my skin, a smile spreading across my lips as a result of the wonderful events I had dreamed about. Denzel and I were hugging each other, the warmth of our bodies touching. I can feel his love giving me strength and contentment. But it's just a dream that will happen to both of us because it's hard to believe and hope for something that's out of reach. Because of my longing and sadness in the present, I find joy only in my dreams.

I stretched and raised my two hands. I focused my attention on the arched window. The warmth of the golden sun rays peeked through the gap between the latte lace curtains. I could hear bird chirps and whistles from outside the Kingdom, which was very pleasant to hear. It's as if they're having a good time and loving the beautiful beginning of a new day, a new life given to them to live freely.

I exhaled, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. I awoke with a sweet smile on my lips from a dream with a fairytale ending, which fulfilled me, but my body and emotions were also anticipating what would happen later, knowing that I would face more hardship and sadness. Even so, all I could do was fight the fall and stand up.

"You can do it, Artemis." Giving myself strength. When I got up, I noticed two white boxes at the end of my bed. The first is quite large, whereas the second is relatively small. I approached it with a frown and looked around the room, puzzled. I didn't even realize that someone had entered my room.

I took a small box that was on top of the larger one and placed it on my bare legs while sitting on the soft bed. I carefully lifted its lid to see what was inside. My eyes widened as I lifted the lid and saw a pair of white lace-up sandals that made me smile. My body was tingling with excitement. Is this what I'll be wearing to the party later? I quickly followed to open the large box, which made my heart skip a beat when I saw a white embroidery long dress, one of my favorite dresses. I feel special in it, and it helps to set the right mood and keep things running smoothly.

I went to the restroom. I let the cold water run over my body, soothing me. I dried my body with a white towel and put on the dress that I had received from someone I don't know. Whoever she or he is, I'm grateful because she brightened my morning; I won't have to worry about what to wear now.

"Luna, are you awake yet?" I heard a soft voice from outside the door, and I knew who it belonged.

In response, I yelled, "Come in!"

I greeted her with a wide smile after opening the door, and she responded with her surprising sense of humor. Arya was an Omega who became close to me when I served as an Omega before. Arya is one of those who has the heart to help me for hours of hard work with the tasks that are imposed on me that every day feels like a very heavy stone is placed on my shoulder, but she willingly carried my other sufferings which made it easier and gave me hope to fight because I finally had a friend I could lean on and trust without any pretense.

"You appear to be in a good mood, and you're stunning," she said. I took a look at the make-up bag she was holding.

"Thank you; are you here to makeup me?" I inquired as she placed her things on the small Makeup Vanity Table. Arya opened it and took out various colors of make-up as well as tools for applying them.

One of Arya's talents that I admire is that she conceals the lack of confidence of every female werewolf who comes to her for make-up, making them look beautiful and allowing them to live happily as a result of her professionalism.

"I won't accept that I fixed the other female face and you didn't. Only once in a while did werewolves have a celebration to enjoy the continued good course of everyone's life, so get ready, you might be surprised later when you look in the mirror and you can't recognize yourself," she said, winking at me.

This was the first time she try to do something like this to me. But I know for a fact that I am no longer beautiful; in fact, I was never particularly attractive in the first place, so Denzel couldn't appreciate someone like me as his Luna.

Before beginning, I changed into a below-the-knee plain blushing pink dress to keep the dress nice and tidy. I don't want to waste whoever put in the effort. By the way, Arya might know something about it.

"Arya?" I interrupt what she's doing.

"Hmm...problem?" she replied as she continued to make up.

"About the dress and sandals, I was wondering if you gave them to me?" I inquired, intrigued.

"Nope," she replied immediately.

If not her, then who? I played my thumb and index finger, contemplating who else would dare to enter this bedroom. What if she did more than just leave boxes here? Maybe she did something bad while I was sleeping and unaware of my surroundings?

"Don't think anything, no one else came in here while you were sleeping except me," she said as if she could read my mind. Arya is difficult to mind link me unlike others if there is no wall on others' minds. Arya came to a halt in her work, causing me to open my eyes and meet his gaze while examining my face. "I brought them here but it's not from me."

"Who?" I inquired, looking her in the eyes. "Is it Beta Rehan?" I queried once more.

"Beta Rehan handed me the boxes and told me to bring them here secretly," she begin. "You won't believe what I'm about to say: Alpha Denzel gave them to you. Unbelievable, right? It appears that his heart is softening towards you." For a brief moment, I was stunned. Arya dipped a powder brush in the powder, gently tapped off the excess product, and swiped the brush across my face.

"Unbelievable," was all I could say. I want to believe, but my heart doesn't want to believe Denzel did that after he told me yesterday that if we were present at the celebration, I should stay away from him. In short, he embarrasses me as his Luna.

Why is Beta Rehan doing this to me? He's only pushing me deeper into something I know isn't going to end well. The last thing he said has stayed with me. The last thing he said has stayed with me. Alpha Denzel needs me, huh? It is incredibly insane to believe that shit. I was extremely embarrassed at the time. Rehan only said that to lighten the burden I bear every time I am consumed by the pain of my unrequited love.

Following my makeover, Arya proceeded to style my long wavy hair. While she was busy, I was overcome with emotions as I considered what might happen later. Will I be able to smile at the end of the day, or will I cry again?

"It's done!" Arya exclaimed happily, causing me to look up at her excited face.

"How do I look?" I inquired nervously. She jumps for joy, like a child receiving a wonderful gift.

"Fabulous! Now, turn to the mirror."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes gently before turning to face the mirror on my makeup vanity table. I opened my eyes slowly to see what Arya had done to my face. My jaw dropped slightly as I took in what I was seeing. Is what I'm seeing real? Aren't my eyes all wrong?

The scar on my left cheek is less visible. I was now staring at a different Artemis. I don't recognize myself.

"See, your small scar on your face is not an impediment for you to see your true beauty. You were beautiful from the beginning. No matter what others say, just believe in yourself, you are absolutely gorgeous for who you are. It's an amazing look, right? I didn't have a hard time putting makeup on you and I just did it simply because, as I said, you were beautiful from the beginning," she said at length, which made me feel much better.

I can see in the mirror that Arya is beginning to repair the used ones. I returned my gaze to the transformation in my face. Is there any possibility Denzel will notice me now? That when he sees the improvement in me, he will be able to make me overlook my father's sin with his parents. I hope he sees me as his Luna rather than a woman he despises.

"Be ready, Luna. Beta Rehan told me that you must first appear to Alpha in the throne Room." My heart pounded with fear as a result of what Arya said. I'm bracing myself for the worst, for the hurtful words he'll say to me.

The beauty dominated me even more after I changed. It feels good to compliment myself, but I'll just let this day go knowing that I was happy for a brief moment and that my self-esteem was high.

"Let's go?" I turned to Arya and nodded, unable to hide my gratification.

Every time we pass by a helper, they can't stop themselves from covering me with a look of amazement, and the unexpected change that can be seen in me eases my heart. Some greet me politely, while others have not changed their negative and full of hatred way of staring at me, which I decided to ignore. It is necessary to be treated with the utmost respect and service as Luna of the Alpha of all Alphas, but I no longer aspire or take pride in my position because I understand why they continue to treat me so poorly.