The Exalted Luna

Vanessa's POV.

I stared around the hall, the decoration was coming in place just like I planned, it was imitating the images I had in my head. We were halfway done with the decoration.

Today felt draining, the wedding preparation felt like a ton of bricks on my shoulders, and being the only one assigned to this was too much workload. But who could I complain to? After all, I am the pack's comedy relief. Not having a mate at the age of 19 came with a lot of gossip and laughter. I am proof of that.

"Vanessa?" My father called, penetrating the wave of anger that I felt brewing.

I moved my attention to him. "Go to the pack house and get more decorations." he ordered.

I felt pissed being treated like a slave. It was my sister's wedding, not a stranger I was hired to work for.

"I have a lot of things yet to be done. Send someone else to go get them"

A scowl marred his face, he always hated it when I spoke back at him. "You will do as I say. After all, you are useless here."

The word useless has turned into a mantra In my head from so many times I have been called so.

"Why do I have to go? Send Everlyn, she has been In her room all day" I glared at him.

"She is the one getting married not you"He eyed me with so much hatred that I looked away.

There was no point trying to make him listen to me, I was the daughter that brought embarrassment into his family.

Dropping the basket of flowers in my hand on the table beside me, I turned and walked out the door, discarding the fact that my hair was in a mess.

Everyone was looking at me, each of them judging me in a way or two.

"I feel pity for her, the way she looks is probably the reason she hasn't been betrothed, I heard her sister is getting married tomorrow." I heard a lady murmur to an associate.

"Must be a shame to her father, after all, he is the pack's beta"

There was this jab of pain in my heart, hearing people talk about me, just because the moon goddess decided to make things different for me.

I ignored the buzzes as usual and fastened my way to the pack house.

*****

I picked up her wedding dress and the decorations I was asked to fetch. Stepping out the threshold of the house, the sounds of drums coming from the back got my attention.

Curiosity sank its fangs in me and I began moving towards the direction of the sounds.

I walked a bit further to be met with a small gathering of people, some people were dancing while some were beating drums and singing.

The way they were dancing captured my attention and I found myself standing to watch them.

A smile stained my face, something