"I'll put these clothes here for you to decide what to wear to the upcoming ball," Natale stated while putting the clothes on Rosina's bed.
"Yes, mother. Thank you," Rosina smiled and stood beside the door, waiting for her mother to leave.
Natale noticed the cold aura radiating from Rosina, even though she had a warm smile on her face. She put her hand on Rosina's cheeks and kissed her forehead. "You are beautiful, no matter what."
Rosina hugged her mother before she watched her walk away. The smile that was glued to her lips drooped down after she closed the door.
"Innocent, but strong. The audacity!" Rosina aggressively whispered as she flung the clothes on the floor. She didn't like a single one of them, and thinking of wearing one for the ball killed her inside.
Rosina lay on the bed and looked at the old ceiling. Somehow, her heart was worried that if she ever met the mate that fate had given her, she would leave everything to be with him. "Being blinded by love is stupid."
Rosina looked at the pieces of paper on her table and scanned the empty pages.
"I need a plan," Rosina muttered. She sat on the chair, grabbed a pen, and started putting numbers on the paper.
"There are 13 packs in the Ethereal realm that were ranked between strength and wealth," Rosina muttered, putting the Palecrest pack in 12th place. "We are poor and on the verge of starvation."
Rosina chuckled while shaking her head. She knew about Cleto's plan of using the dowry from her mate. He would use it to grow the pack and pay Rico's dowry to his future Luna.
"I will never let you succeed, Father." Rosina snickered while taking notes.
The first rank was the Sabrecrown Pack. The strongest and wealthiest among them all. They were the royal family and ruled the rest of the werewolf packs around the realm.
They were the host of every Annual Mating Season that all wolves dreamed of going to.
Rosina rolled her eyes while writing about the Sabrecrown pack. She didn't like the idea of how the King had multiple concubines while ignoring his true mate, the Queen.
"They don't think of anything besides getting their balls wet," Rosina spat out with disgust.
Mate, a word referred to someone you would spend your whole life with; to love, cherish and create a family together, but it has a downside. Only men could determine who would be their mate, while females could only wait for any man that would come and take them home as their wife.
That was why some powerful men, such as the King of wolves, could get as many she-wolves as his concubine because they believed him when he said they were his mate.
"In the old tale, the Moon Goddess Selene only gave one mate to a wolf, but now, that term was abused by men for their own pleasure, and the women suffered at their hands," Rosina grumbled while crumpling a piece of paper and threw it on the ground.
Rosina despised the idea of having a mate. Thinking that she needed to serve him and be submissive was enough for her to reject any man in sight, or she could just end their life for her peace.
Rosina placed the names of every pack and tried to remember the sons and daughters of the Alphas to avoid any contact with them.
"What will you do if I marry someone in low class, Father?" Rosina giggled menacingly while thinking about Cleto's expression if she didn't get a rich man to marry. She didn't mind hiring a man to act as her mate just to piss her dad off.
"I won't be your money bag for Rico's dowry," Rosina whispered and circled the name of her pack with hatred.
Rosina's hand trembled while thinking about the motive behind the event. Her nerves were urging for the smell of blood dripping from her hands.
"Ah, I want a passionate night," Rosina stated and leaned back on the chair. Her hands glided down her stomach and went down to her bud, encircling and twisting it for her liking.
"Ah~" Rosina's soft moans echoed into her room. A spark of pleasure ignited in her private part, but her hands were not enough to give her the pleasure she wanted.
Rosina wanted a man beneath her. His long rod pierced her flesh while his body trembled for lack of air.
"Tsk! I can't do anything with my father around," Rosina whispered aggressively and looked at the steel door. She wanted to go out and let any men crawl under her feet, but she couldn't do it again after killing Emilio.
Rosina looked around her room for something that she could use. Her eyes spotted an old, dusty bottle in the room's corner. It was the bottle she used to store water in.
Rosina took a clean cloth and wiped the bottle clean. She removed the cap and looked at the long stiff neck. "This will do."
Rosina was about to insert the bottle inside her when a knock was heard on the door.
"Sister?" Rico's soft voice was heard outside.
Rosina immediately hid the papers in her drawer and put on an innocent facade before opening the door. "Rico, what are you doing here?"
"Is it wrong to visit my sister?" Rico stated cheerfully before entering Rosina's room and closing the door behind him.
Rosina took a couple of steps backwards to have a space between them. She didn't like being enclosed in a room with Rico since they were not close as siblings, even though they were only two years apart.
"No, but is there something I can help my little brother with?" Rosina stated and clapped her hand naively; her cheerful smile never left her face.
Rico didn't say a word and hugged Rosina, pressing her body as tightly into his own skin. "Sister is lovely. Any man is lucky to have you."
Rico lowered his hand to Rosina's buttocks and pressed her flesh softly before he kissed her cheeks and took a step back.
"I'm here to congratulate you for finally attending the Mating Season. Good luck," Rico winked before leaving her room.
Rosina collapsed on the cold floor. She grabbed a pillow nearby and placed it on her face as she screamed in disgust and anger.
"That bast*rd!"