Novels by Duchessamarachiblessing

CHAPTER FIVE - MORE THAN I COULD IMAGINE Evelyn’s POV“Talk carefully when you speak to him.”Clare’s voice was barely above a whisper as she led me down the endless hallway of the packhouse.Her hands were folded nervously in front of her apron, and every few seconds she glanced over her shoulder like she feared someone might overhear us. She was one of the omegas that dressed me up, and I began to take a liking to her.“Alpha Raphael does not like noise,” she continued quietly. “Or questions, or even unnecessary talking.”I swallowed hard.“That sounds like… everything.”To my surprise, Clare let out a tiny laugh before quickly covering her mouth, almost ashamed she had done it.“I’m serious,” she whispered again. “You should listen more than you speak. The Alpha gets angry very easily.”The way she said it made a chill crawl down my spine.I had already seen enough of Raphael to know people feared him.But hearing it from someone who lived in this place made it feel more real some

CHAPTER FOUR: TOO MUCH Evelyn’s POVThe next morning came far too quickly.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his sharp gaze, the way he looked at me like I was something he didn’t understand… or didn’t want to.By the time Nora arrived, I was already dressed in one of my usual loose outfits, my worn bag clutched tightly in my hand.“You ready?” she asked gently.I hesitated inwardly, but nodded anyways.*************The packhouse stood tall and imposing as we approached it, even more intimidating in daylight. The golden light from the rising sun reflected off its high windows, making it look almost unreal like a place meant for people… but not someone like me.My steps slowed as we reached the entrance.Nora noticed immediately. “Hey,” she said softly, nudging my shoulder. “You’ve got this.”I forced a small smile.Before I could respond, the large doors opened and standing there Was Beta Damien.He was composed, unreadable, and waiting.“Evelyn,” he greeted with a

CHAPTER THREE: A CRIME OR DESTINYEvelyn’s POVThe walk home felt longer than it ever had before.The night air was cool against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. Every step I took felt heavy, like I was walking toward something I didn’t understand, and like something I couldn’t escape.Beside me, Nora was quieter than usual.She kept glancing at me, like she wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.“I’ll come with you tomorrow,” she finally said, breaking the silence.I gave a small nod. “You don’t have to.”“I want to,” she replied quickly. “You shouldn’t face this alone.”That word “Alone” almost made me smile because that was exactly what I had always been, but tonight felt different.It was not better, just.… different.“I don’t even know what I did,” I admitted softly. “Why would he want me there?”Nora frowned. “Maybe Beta Damien was right. Maybe you really do affect him.”I let out a quiet, disbelieving breath.“People like me don’t affect people li

CHAPTER TWO: JUST LIKE A DREAM Evelyn’s POVMy heart raced as Alpha Raphael sniffed me like I was something to be tested… or consumed.The entire world seemed to shrink to that single moment as his breath neared my skin, his presence overwhelming, and suffocating. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even breathe properly.Worse of all…I was wolfless.I had no wolf, no inner voice, or no bond to respond to his. Just silence where something sacred was supposed to exist. And in a world like ours, that made me nothing.A quiet laugh broke somewhere behind me, then another.“He can’t even feel anything from her.”“Of course not, she doesn’t even have a wolf.” Someone in the crowd laughed.“How embarrassing…” came another.Their whispers cut deeper than claws.I clenched my fingers into my dress, my nails digging into the worn fabric as I fought to stay still. To not crumble. To not give them the satisfaction.Raphael inhaled once more, slower this time, as if trying to confirm some

CHAPTER ONE : HOPEEvelyn’s POVThey say the Moon Goddess makes no mistakes, and that every wolf is shaped with purpose, crafted carefully for the mate destined to find them.If that was true… then what was I?I stared at my reflection in the old mirror nailed loosely to the wall. The glass was cracked along the edges, shaping parts of my face into something unfamiliar, but even without the weird look of the mirror, I knew what I looked like.I looked soft, or rather too soft.My cheeks were rounder than they should be, my arms thicker than the other girls in the pack. My waist didn’t curve the way theirs did. Nothing about me fit the image Shadowfang Pack admired.In our world, beauty wasn’t just preference, it was the key to being admired by males, and I was at the bottom of it.I pressed my lips together, forcing myself to hold my own gaze.“Why do you even bother looking?” a sharp voice cut through the silence.I didn’t turn, I didn’t even need to.My Aunt Agnes stood by the door