The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.

Trixie's POV

"Trixie, you need to rest, you're pushing it too hard," Calvin the gamma says to me.

"But Calvin, you know how important this is to me. For my survival. Calvin, you of all people know this."

"Yes, but Trix, you're not going to be any good if you pass out," Calvin says to me.

"Calvin, I brought you two some coffee and breakfast.”

"Trix, honey. Please sit and rest and eat," Margaret says as she walks up to us handing us breakfast and coffee.

"Thank you dear. We can definitely use this," Calvin says to his mate as he smiles at her.

Before I get ahead of myself, Hello, I'm Trixie WhiteClaw. I'm from the White Claw pack. I was born a double alpha. Yes, my mother and father were both alphas, and they were the alpha and Luna of this pack. That's until they were killed in a rogue attack on our pack.

I was their only child. I was the heir and should have taken over the pack, but my uncle took over, saying he was just stepping in until I was of age. He said he was just trying to help as I was only 12 years old and too young to take over the pack.

I was living on the alpha floor of the pack house when my parents died. When my uncle took over as alpha, he moved his mate and his children in, and I was thrown in the attic. He said there was just no room for me. That they needed the space for them.

I lost everything the day my parents died. My parents, my room, my belongings and most of my friends.

Every day was hard. I was bullied, starved and beaten. I was punished for things I didn't do. I was locked in the dungeon for weeks at a time. I was stripped of my alpha title and given the omega title. I'm no more than a slave to them.

I'm just waiting until I turn 18 and I will escape this place. I would have left already but until I'm a legal age I will keep getting dragged back and there's also something else. My inheritance. My parents were very well off. They owned land. Had money and owned businesses. Until I turn 18 I can't touch it. I guess in a way my parents knew to set it up this way so no one could take it from me.

For 5 years I have suffered. I had everything ripped from me.

Only a month left, I keep telling myself. One month left and I'm free.

Every year there's a tournament where the elite warriors compete for rank, titles, recognition and a spot in the king's army. This year, oh it's so different. See my uncle signed me up. I know he is up to something.

He always is. His last attempt to take what's mine. What my parents left me. Everything I ever had, he took. But he was never able to take my inheritance. He has never been able to get his hands on my money. Oh, but he has tried. Trying to use the ruse as he's my guardian. That's why he needs it to care for me. But it never worked. He hasn't been able to legally take over the businesses either. Yes, he took over, but they all go into my name the day I turn 18.

One month. I have one month left, which is what I keep telling myself.

"So do we know what alpha Melvin is up to?" Margaret says as she sets down beside Calvin, sipping her own coffee.

"I'm not sure, my dear, but he is definitely up to something. That's clear. Signing her up for the tournament to go up against the most elite warriors. He definitely thinks she's going to fail, and I can guarantee that he is depending on it," Calvin replies and smirks in her direction.

I look at him with a smirk of my own and wink in his direction. See that's the thing. Uncle Melvin wants me to fail. I know this is planned. I just can't prove it yet. All he knows is I have only received minimal training. He signed me up thinking I wasn't trained. That I would easily go down. I know this is to get rid of me. That's why I'm here with Cavin now, secretly training as always.

Since my parents died, a lot of people have deserted me. Many were threatened to stay away from me. Some even tried to help but paid for it. They were punished for even showing me any attention. A lot of the warriors had taken me under their wing and helped as best as they could.

Calvin and his mate Margaret and my very best friend Roxie have been by my side as well through it all. Calvin has trained me since I was 12. Not to brag, but yes, I'm good. Calvin and the other warriors had always told me I needed to train hard, to work hard, to be prepared for anything and everything. Calvin and the other warriors have always taken me out on patrol with them. I've helped protect the borders and fought many rogues at a young age.