Got a letter!

"Mother we got a letter!" Isabelle yelled from the door and pushed Amira aside, thought she wasn't standing close to her.

Amira sighed, and shut the door with a hand.

"Get out of my way!" She hissed marching down to the kitchen where her mother was brewing coffee. Amira could hear her grumbling voices. "...she couldn't even make ordinary coffee, there's nothing she can do, worthless brat."

Amira wiped the beads of perspiration off her forehead, and picked up her scrub and brush.

She began to clean the spot Isabelle had stepped on.

"We got a letter." She waved it in the air.

Amira watched them from the corner she stood, Lady Georgia Vahaan her stepmother grabbed the letter from Isabelle's hands.

"It came from Neverther Pack! Mother." Isabelle grinned widely, Lady Georgia eyes widen and immediately she tore the letter open.

"What does it say?" She urged, seeing the look on her mother's face as it brightened.

Amira leaned closer so she could hear what the letter said, they had never received a letter from Neverther Pack before.

"It's a ball!" Georgia exclaimed.

"A ball?" Amira whispered slight confused.

"A Royal Ball, the Alpha King will be choosing his mate at the Ball. It says that every non-mated she-wolf can attend as long as you are the age of eighteen—twenty-five. Splendid! Isabelle, we have a ball to attend tonight!" She clapped her hands, dropping the envelope on the table.

"Tonight?" Amira asked, their heads turned to her, Lady Georgia eyed her suspicions, and the smile on her face turn into a scowl.

Lady Georgia shoves Isabelle aside.

"I can attend, can't I stepmother?" Her timid voice came up again. "It says non mated she wolf are eligible to attend and I'm eighteen today stepmother."

"Look at this runt," Isabelle murmurs under her breath.

Lady Georgia raises a finger at Isabelle and makes her keep quiet.

"It did say none-mated she-wolf. Do you have a wolf, Amira?"

"Stepmother, I am—"

"Enough. You are eighteen, you said that to remind me of your birthday, you despicable child. Go prepare a dress for Isabelle to attend the ball, make sure to clean the entire house and wash all the clothes, wipe the windows clean!" She raised her voice at her.

"But stepmother, I have cleaned the house and the upper room. I am doing this again because Isabelle..." She tried to protest as if she was too scared to get against her stepmother.

"Do it again. Redone all of them." Georgia glared at her.

"It would take the whole day, and it's past noon."

"She hasn't gone to the market mother, she has to prepare lunch before Daddy come back." Isabelle chipped in and smirked at Amira.

"Run along now. You have so much to do," Georgia muttered, Isabelle giggled and placed a hand over her mother's.

"Yes, stepmother." She bowed.

They walked out of the area of the kitchen.

"Amira, bring my coffee from the kitchen."

"Yes, Stepmother."

"...you saw the look on her face. Ugly witch, she thinks she stands a chance of going to Nevether Pack." Amira heard Isabelle's mocking voice, as they headed towards the stairs.

"Amira, make sure to prepare Lunch!" Her stepmother's mother yelled from the top of the stairs.

"Yes. Stepmother." She let out a deep breath.

"My coffee mustn't get cold before you get here."

She dropped her scrub, and went into the kitchen to get the coffee, she run through the stairs carefully not to spill the coffee.

She got to her stepmother room, and knocked on the door. "Stepmother."

Lady Georgia rolled her eyes.

"Come in."

Amira walked in and served her the coffee. "It's cold you fool" She shouted and push her away with the coffee.

Amira fell on the ground and the coffee spilled on her dress.

"I'm sorry, Stepmother, I will make another one."

"Get out, go to the market and make Isabelle's dress! get me another coffee before you leave."

"Yes. Stepmother, I'm sorry." She muttered.

"Clean up this mess."

Amira bowed again, murmuring words of apology to her, Lady Georgia moved away and didn't Amira to touch her.

She left her room when she was done cleaning and went into the servant room at the back of the house to have her breakfast.

Amira was shunned by everyone in Snowdrop Pack, the girl without a wolf.

The families of the pack considered her nothing special at all, and with an omega status, she was treated as a pack slave.

Everyone knew her, the red haired girl with, a pretty face, deep sea blue eyes, a straight nose, and red heart shaved lips. She was about five feet tall and nothing.

Amira Vahaan.

She came back late from the market because everyone seemed to be out in the market and they didn't attend to Amira on time, because she was Amira and she could wait till most of the wolves were done buying things in the market.

When she came back home she was late and it was almost evening, she hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner and was also working on Isabelle's dress for the ball.

She prepared dinner and began to set the table, she was done and went back to Isabelle's dress and began to stitch the material she bought together.

"Where is she?" She heard the voice of her father. She froze and stopped working on the clothes.

She came out of the rat hole of a room of hers and met the stoned face of her father.

Her stepmother and Isabelle stood behind him, grinning mischievously.

Confused about what was happening, she decided to welcome her father home.

"Welcome back home..."

His right hand hit her right cheek, and when she turned the other way, he struck her again with his fist.

He grabbed a wistful of her hair and pulled her away from her doorstep to drag her outside.

"How could you be so cruel?" He asked and pushed roughly on the hard floor.

"You ruin Isabelle's dress for the ball? How could you do that to your sister!"

Isabelle's started to cry, she stepped forward holding a silver dress in her hands crying profusely.

"Father no," She whimpered. He pulled her close with the hem of her dress and slapped her.

"She wanted to go to the ball alone, you saw her, father, she was making her dress after she ruined mine." She burst into tears, Lady Georgia went to her and placed her head on her blossom.

"You left your chores in pretense to go to the market and you didn't make Lunch for your mother?"He pulled out his belt.

"It's not true father, stepmother sent me to..."

"Amira!" He thundered.

"I came back from the pack and met your stepmother worried about you. Despite what you have done. You are so shameless!" He spat out and whipped her with his belts. Her cries and pleas did nothing to him.

"A disgrace to the pack! To my family, your mother must be ashamed of you." He snarled and dropped the belt beside him after Georgia decided to come in with her fake pity face and plead with him to leave her.

"I was happy, that I have two beautiful daughters to attend the Ball tonight. I feel so ashamed. Isabelle is my only daughter, as for you, get out of my sight. I do not want to see your face." He wagged his fingers at her.

"Let her attend the ball with me, she's still my sister and I can't hate her." Isabelle cried, holding onto her father's arm.

"I'm sorry." Amira whimpered, tears rolled down her face in torrents and her body was covered in reddish marks.

This wasn't the first time she had faced so injustice, she had stopped trying to explain to him, that he would never believe her.

All she could do was apologize even when she was the one wronged.

"Yes, please allow her." Lady Georgia chipped in, Amira didn't fail to see the smirk on her face.

"Fine, you will go to the ball!" He growled and stormed out.

Georgia squatted to her and stroked her hair with a finger.

"You still want to go to the ball?" She smirked. Amira glared at her through the corner of her eyes.

"Silly." She muttered and stood up, Isabelle linked her hands around her and they left her on the ground.

"Vahaan! We should take her to the Ball. Isabelle would be alone there with no one to attend to her." Georgia was saying as they headed out.

Amira wiped her eyes.

"Isn't this plan much better mother?" Isabelle giggled.

This was all her plan.

Amira turned and stared at them as they claimed the stairs. She couldn't stop her tears as it flowed down her cheeks.

If only her mother was still alive, she would never have been treated this way not on her birthday.

She bawled her eyes out, hitting her fist on her chest.

This wasn't the life she wanted, why was life so unfair to her?

"Amira!"

"Amira! Get up from there now and serve dinner!" Her father yelled.

Her father Vahaan was a Beta in their pack, and her late mother was the omega, and as everyone says, Amira was just like her mother.

"Amira!"