Chapter 2

"I'm free," the werewolf girl grinned widely as her body emerged from the cell.

She breathed fresh air after being outside the prison area. With her light steps and cool face, she didn't care about the surprised looks from the people who passed her.

"Whatever happens, I will not let the two of them live in peace. I have lived in prison for years because of their cunning." The girl squinted when she saw a wedding invitation poster stuck to a wall.

"George and Isabel? They are both getting married? What a wonderful welcome," the girl chuckled sadly.

Rosalline Kathleen Livingston, the girl, increasingly hated the pair of lovers who were about to get married.

"Yeah, the two of them are really suitable as lovers. They both have rotten hearts!"

Rossa then walked to the castle belonging to her late family which she had left for a long time.

Throughout the journey, the residents of the kingdom looked at her with strange looks. Rossa didn't care about that. The castle was quite far away, but in an instant, she had arrived.

Without greeting the omegas who worked in the castle left by her parents, she went straight into her room and opened the cupboard.

Her eyes scanned several beautiful dresses hanging neatly in the cupboard. Her lips were still grinning.

"Let's surprise them."

A black dress with lilac patterns was her choice. Without the help of her personal omegas, she got ready to attend a wedding.

"Perfect," she said when she saw the reflection of her changed face and body. She polished her face to make it look more beautiful.

After that, she walked out of the room and went straight to the horse-drawn carriage which was ready to be used at any time.

The carriage arrived in front of a special building for a party. When she got out of the carriage, helped by her omega, the eyes of the werewolves present immediately turned to her.

"Oh, is she the incarnation of the Moon Goddess?" someone asked his friend when he saw Rossa's perfect figure.

Rossa's ears heard the whispers of people talking about her. But she didn't care. She preferred to step into the building.

"Look, there is a goddess!" exclaimed one of the men who saw Rossa.

The man's exclamation made the attention of the people in the building turn to look at the entrance where Rossa was walking towards the altar with a cold face.

Unlike Rossa, who had a cold face, the bride and groom immediately had bright faces.

"But isn't she the girl who poisoned Miss Issabel five years ago?"

Someone's question made the whispers even clearer. They examined Rossa's appearance from top to bottom.

"Is, that... Rossa?" softly, the bride was none other than Issabel, she was Rossa's best friend in the past.

Meanwhile, the groom was still frozen in place. Her eyes stared in disbelief at the figure walking towards her now.

"R-right," George was immediately struck by nervousness when his gaze met the amber eyes of Rossa, his girlfriend whom he betrayed and scapegoated.

"Look, she's so beautiful!"

"How charming!"

"She is more beautiful than the bride!"

The cries of werewolves who did not know what happened five years ago accompanied Rossa's graceful steps.

"Rossa?" George asked when Rossa had climbed the altar and was standing in front of him and Issabel with a cold face.

"Long time no see," said Rossa in a piercing tone. Hee gaze scanned George, then turned to Isabel.

"Oh, you're getting prettier, my friend —" Rossa smiled crookedly when she saw Issabel who was still stiff.

"Why aren't you dead yet? Didn't I poison you? Hm?" she continued.

Issabel's hand immediately moved to grab George's arm to take him. The woman was a little scared when she felt that the aura that Rossa was emitting was now different. Not yet, he actually looked down at Rossa.

"Apparently you are free?" she said sarcastically.

Rossa nodded her head with a crooked smile. Her eyes narrowed at the couple in front of her in turn.

"May you live happily," she said to George and Isabel.

Rossa turned around and immediately walked away. But he stopped on the third step, hee head turned to the side without settling on the two people behind her.

"If I'm out of my mind," she said sarcastically. Then she continued walking away from the bride and groom.

George and Isabel looked at each other with very uneasy faces. Then they looked back at Rossa who had walked away.

Rossa walked over to a decorative flower bouquet that was deliberately made to beautify the room.

Her hand moved to take a lighter from the pocket of her dress which she had brought from home.

Her gaze was now focused on George and Isabel again, still with a cold face.

"Have fun you two,"

Rossa grinned with a sharp gaze.

Clack!

Rossa lit the match in her hand.

The other werewolves were already worried about what Rossa would do.

Whoosh!

The fire immediately burned big when Rossa dropped the lighter in her hand. Her gaze was still cold even when she heard the screams of the werewolves who were panicked when the fire started to grow.

While the others were busy saving themselves, not Rossa, who was still calm with her cold face. Her gaze was still focused on the bride and groom who were already panicked.

"This is just the opening for a gate of suffering. The torment hasn't even begun for me," she said.

Then she walked towards the exit calmly as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Issabel was very panicked. Moreover, when you saw that the fire had spread everywhere, it made the flames even bigger.

"Let's go George!" she shouted.

George nodded his head even though he was still a little dazed. His feet moved towards the exit together with Issabel.

"Catch that woman!" George exclaimed while pointing Rossa to the knight guarding the party.

The knights ran towards Rossa who had been silent in the doorway while staring at the fire which was getting worse.

There was not the slightest fear on Rossa's face even though the knights were pointing the swords in their hands at her.

The grin on Rossa's lips hasn't disappeared. "One..." she counted as she walked backwards slowly.

"Two...."

The cruel-looking knights got closer to Rossa. Her body had come out of the main door.

A wide smile was clearly visible on her face. She saw that the werewolves who had attended the party had all left the building. Leaving only the bride and groom and the knights who were chasing them.

"Three."

Duar!

There was a big explosion in the room. The knights were scorched before they touched Rossa who had shot out.

"Ahh!"

Rossa's ears caught the screams of pain from her ex-lover and ex-best friend who were still inside.

Not long after, the two of them were seen walking out of the main door with limping steps.

Their bodies and faces had serious burns.

"What is this?"

Rossa looked back when she heard a man's deep voice. Her eyes widened when she saw the cold-faced figure.

The werewolves who saw her immediately bowed their bodies as a sign of respect for the man.

This suddenly made Rossa feel confused. Moreover, George and Isabel, who were injured, forced their bodies to bow respectfully.

"What else is this?" muttered Rossa.

The man glared at Rossa because he was the only werewolf who didn't bend his body here.

"What?" Rossa asked the man flatly.

"Sincerely, to King Alpha Erland Lindsey, may the Moon Goddess bless!" they all shouted in unison.

Instantly Rossa realized.