Clentine:
I was so tired that I didn’t imdiately wake up. I kept sleeping because it was a regular occurrence, a maid would co and leave either a note from my father beside my pillow or so food. Sotis maids would sneak in to leave a fruit next to my pillow. It was their way of showing affection without getting caught by my stepmother, and I appreciated it.
So I didn’t think much of it when a maid ca that day. That’s why it didn’t worry , and I kept sleeping.
I woke up about two hours later than usual because I’d been so stressed the night before, to sothing ringing right next to my ear. At first, I thought it was a nightmare. Then I began to wonder, why wasn’t it ending? Why did it seem so real?
I reached toward the sound and felt sothing solid beside my pillow. It was my phone. As soon as I touched it and held it, I sat up, my eyes wide open.
"What the heck?" I groaned, checking my phone.
It was indeed my phone, with the sa scribbles I’d done on the back of it. But I rembered I’d dropped it. Then how had it appeared right next to my pillow? Did soone give it to the maid to leave it here?
I had too many questions, but first, I had to answer the phone call I was receiving. It was Troy calling . Anxiety hit as I rembered what happened last night. I decided to tell him everything. I imdiately picked up his call.
"Troy, you know—" I had only started speaking when he hushed with a loud grunt.
"How could you fucking do this to ?" he scread.
The way he yelled made fall silent, trying to gather my thoughts. I had just woken up, so I wasn’t sure what to expect or how to put everything together.
"Troy, listen. Last night I ca to your place—" I began to speak again, but he grunted even louder.
"I know you fucking ca to my place and tricked . You fucking played !" he shouted.
I gasped, confused and shocked.
"Wait! Tell what happened. What are you accusing of?" I blurted, panic flooding .
There was no way his anger ca from anything other than so very clever act of deception by soone else.
"Oh, you have no idea what you’ve done?" he scread into the phone.
"I thought of you as my friend, Clentine. Why would you do that? Why now? Why, when I was this close to getting crowned?" His words shook the ground beneath my feet. I instantly jumped off my bed, panicking.
"What do you an by ’about to’? You got crowned, right?" I asked, my voice trembling. I wished he could hear the shakiness in my tone and realize I was genuinely worried for him.
"Oh, cut the crap. After the stunt you pulled, I’m not even sure they’ll let stay in sports, let alone get crowned as an Alpha. You ruined , Clentine. Why would you do that?" he shouted, his voice breaking.
"Troy, I need to understand what happened. What did I do?" I pleaded, completely lost and blindsided by his accusations.
That was when his voice began to fade as his mother snatched the phone from his hands.
"I saw you as my own daughter. I didn’t know you were so manipulative. Just because you couldn’t get crowned, you decided to ruin my son’s chances too," Lady Lydia cried.
"Aunt Lydia, I need to know what I’m being accused of, because trust , I haven’t done anything wrong," I cried back, tears streaming down my face. They wouldn’t even let understand what my supposed cri was.
"Just so you know, this will co back to bite you. You’ll never be at peace again," she scread, cursing with all sorts of illnesses, sadness, and misfortune.
For about five minutes, she continued crying and yelling before Troy snatched the phone back from her.
"Our friendship is over," he hissed, cutting the call.
I stared at my phone, consud by confusion, shock, and grief. Sothing terrible must have happened. Then I noticed all the notifications flooding my social dia account, it was the first ti I had ever received so many.
Already anxious, I opened my account to see what was going on. The mont I did, I realized why Troy was so angry.
The cake and cupcakes I’d made for him—there was a picture of them posted on my profile with a caption: Ca to see my best friend, and look what I found.
One of the cupcakes was cut open, revealing so kind of colored powder inside. Another caption read: He fucking tried to drug . What a so-called Alpha.
Then there were more posts where I’d supposedly accused Troy of taking drugs. There was even a video from a day we’d been fooling around, pretending to be drunk. That clip was uploaded too, but cropped to make it look like Troy was actually drunk. And it had been posted from my account with the caption: How can soone drink at such a young age? Is it even legal?
I began to tear up as I scrolled through more and more posts. They were all made from my account, each one crafted to destroy Troy’s character.
In one of them, I had even tagged a council mber, asking how they could allow such an Alpha to be crowned. The caption accused him of using drugs, while every playful picture or video we had ever taken together had been twisted and posted out of context.
Even old screenshots where Troy had joked about sothing silly were edited to make him look terrible.
And all of it had been done from my account.
I started deleting the posts one after another, my hands shaking as I wiped away tears with the back of my palms. My sobs made it hard to breathe. That was also when I finally realized what ssi had ant when he talked about "securing the package." He had been talking about my phone.
They had planned to kidnap , force to unlock my phone, use it to play their sick ga, and then sell off. I could only piece together part of their plan. I still didn’t know who they intended to sell to, or why. Maybe it was just to make sure I couldn’t expose the truth.
But who would even listen to now? How could I ever prove what really happened?
I didn’t even know which maid had co into my room to leave my phone, or if it had been a maid at all. Maybe soone had snuck in, disguised as one.
For all I knew, the only thing I still had was my phone.
Tears stread down my face again when I saw a new notification from the council mber. It said that Troy’s fate had been decided. He would never beco a crowned Alpha.
However, they wouldn’t strip his current rank from him. Instead, they had planned sothing "ssy" for him.
And at that mont, I couldn’t help but wonder, was it sothing related to the North?
Unintentionally, I had ruined him.
I tried making a new post to clarify everything but noticed my account suddenly got deleted for sending hate.
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