Nobela ni Nabi

~Areum~They shoved the veil over my face so hard the comb scraped my scalp raw. Red silk everywhere, heavy as chains, dragging on the floor like it wanted to swallow me whole. My knees buckled the second the cursed Alpha (my husband now, fuck my life) took my wrist to lead me out of the hall. His hand was warm, so warm, and he held me like I was made of glass.The doors opened. His pack bowed. I heard the whispers before I even saw their faces.“Poor little thing.” “She’s shaking so hard the dress is rattling.” “Gods, she’s tiny. He’ll break her in half the first night.” “Bet she doesn’t last a month.”If only they knew the dress was hiding a boy who was already broken in a hundred places.We rode out on his horse. They sat me in front because the gown wouldn’t let me sit any other way. His arms caged me in, holding the reins, not touching me anywhere else. I folded my hands in my lap like a good little bride and tried not to puke from terror and the way his scent kept hitting

~Areum~“Areum, move your ass!”The guard screamed my name down the hallway like it was a curse, which of course it was , and I dropped the broom so fast it made noise like bones. My knees were already numb from scrubbing floors since dawn, bruises blooming under the rags I called clothes, and now this. Nobody ever used my full name unless I was about to eat shit in a brand-new way.I stood there shaking, bucket sloshing gray water over my cracked feet. “W-which Alpha?” I asked, voice tiny, because we had two Alphas who'll be available in this hellhole today.The guard grabbed my arm hard enough to leave fingerprints. “The big one, idiot. The one who sent the marriage demand. Move.”My stomach flipped inside out.The cursed Alpha was supposed to arrive tonight, not now, not while I still had soap under my nails and princess-handprints on my cheek from this morning when I apparently breathed in her direction.I followed, legs stiff, ribs screaming where the Omega twins had “accidentall

~Areum~Areum. That’s my name. Areum Means “beauty,” the second I slid out of my mother, still covered in blood and screaming, she took one look at my face and laughed like a crazy person. “Look at this one,” she told the midwife, “he’s prettier than half the girls in the village already, call him Areum.” My father just stood there drunk and nodding like, “Yeah, sure, whatever, the kid’s fucked anyway.” So that’s me. Areum. Beauty. The joke that never stops being funny to everyone except me.***I woke up to Hyejin’s heel grinding into my stomach like she was trying to juice me like one of those damn peaches.“Morning, my queen,” she sang, twisting harder. “Whole palace is taking bets on how many days you will last. I put money on three, don’t make me lose. You know, given on how life's so cruel to you, I bet you betrayed your country in your past life, cuz trust me, there's no way someone will write another's destiny and make them suffer this much.”"Haha tell me about it." I couldn'