I Am Not Your Ordinary Luna, I Am The Rebel Queen

"Undress her, quick!"

They undressed me like I'm a relic.

Not a woman. Not a bride.

"No! Get your hands off me! I'll do it myself after you all get out of the room!" I exclaimed, trying to push away the hands that were trying to remove my ceremonial gown.

We just finished one of the three rituals that I have to go through today. My parents and I made an offering to the goddess of the moon, the last offering that I will be doing as an unmarried shewolf.

"This is our job, Princess Sybil. Please let us do it, we don't want to be beheaded by the King..." 

I stared at my attendants, pleading in front of me, almost in tears. I sighed before nodding, just because I didn't want to be the cause of their deaths. I stood still while strangers removed everything I was wearing as if preparing an offering.

I am not used to this. Standing fully naked in front of other women whom I just met a week ago.

I grew up caring for myself. Fought my own battles at school, at work, and the countless werewolves that my father had sent to take me back home, to the country inhabited by creatures that only exist in the textbooks of humans as myths or in fiction books. 

In the country where I grew up, I was one of the top fighting instructors for a private military contractor and also one of the best female MMA fighters in the country. 

Here, I am simply the Lycan Princess, the saviour of the kingdom.

"Relax, Princess Sybil," one of the ladies-in-waiting whispered when she noticed how my whole body was rigid.

They guide me toward the luxurious modern bathroom attached to my suite, scented with lavender and rose. The ambiance was very relaxing and calming, but it's doing the opposite to me.

The ladies washed me thoroughly, washing, rinsing, drying off, not a single inch of skin ignored. It isn't lewd. It isn't gentle either. It is methodical, ceremonial, clinical.

Then my attention was caught by the table they were preparing, and the sound of the wax beads being poured into the electric wax heater.

My pulse pounds so loudly I'm sure they can all hear it, even though they are hybrids. None of the women in this kingdom is a pureblood except for my mother, my sister, and me-something that they believe, and I have no plans of correcting their belief unless it's absolutely necessary.

"No! I am not doing that," I immediately protested, knowing very well what was about to happen.

The Mistress of Robes, a tall, sharp-eyed werewolf with streaks of silver in her dark hair, turned to me. "We have to do it. The queen wanted you presentable on your mating night."

"What the heck!? So all this humiliation and pain just to make my husbands happy tonight? How about my feelings? Does it even matter?" I barked, completely annoyed. 

Then the Mistress