The sudden slap made my head buzz. I felt my ears ring and my cheeks tingle at the pain.
“How could a powerless mortal without any spiritual abilities enter the werewolf realm?” one werewolf sneered.
“She must’ve slept with some lowly guard to sneak in, and that’s why she’s pregnant,” another one spat.
“Mortals are truly disgusting. Just because they resemble our Lila, they think they can hide here to seduce the Alpha?” One werewolf chimed in.
“Tsk, a wonder to whoever fed her the idea that she could seduce the Alpha.” Another said with a snort.
The cruel words stung, but I could piece it together: that the one who looked like me must be Lila and the people behind her whose mouths didn’t seem to rest, must be her clique.
For centuries, the Alpha, who could have had anyone, chose to spend every day with me. He never spared another glance at any other female.
So, when the Alpha ended the war because of Lila, I had my suspicions. Now, I understood the truth and his reason. He sympathized with her because she bore a similar resemblance to me. That’s what had tugged at the Alpha’s sympathy.