ALPHA'S BELOVED WIFE

Athena POVI felt something crawl on my bare hands. It went down my wrist and into my palms. I squeezed hard against it, crushing the poor insect in my palms.I had just woken from a blackout, but the big bad thing here was the fact that I could feel my eyes but I could not see. I moved my hands and realized they were free.I raised them to my face and yanked off the blindfold on my face, and just then, it struck me that I was in a terrible space, a deep one, but not too deep for me to see the sky. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the foul smell in the space, and throwing them off in the next minute.Yes, I am in a nasty place, a dried well down the ranch, where cow dung were dumped before they got transferred to the gardens of the estate where they are most needed for vegetation’s sake.I gasped for fresh air. There was barely good air to breathe in the well, and my legs didn’t seem firm. They were shaky and weak like a stone was laid on them all the while I was curled up

Athena/Abena POV (Five years later) "You look so colorful as the butterflies!" That's the flatterer's voice. I was standing by the window, being dressed by Omegas. Today, I'm getting married to the Alpha of Winterhaven Pack. Alpha Asher, the alpha of all alpha's guiding the territory of Winterhaven pack and beyond. I smiled and stole a quick glance of the flatterer, Gwen by name. The fact she doesn't know it's me now, is indeed troubling for me. She was my best friend, months ago, we were raking leaves together and now, she's by my side after I picked her singlehandedly to be my flatterer. We have been through a lot of shits together. I stole one more glance of her and hummed silently. The most adorable gift a Luna could ever possess are flatterers like Gwen, who though their beauty is of high value to the eyes that sees them, and to the lips that speak of them, are reduced to praise singers to Luna. I shake my head in total disappointment. I can't blow my cover, at least not no

ZAIN POVI watch as my father's new queen or Luna—whatever! She keeps instructing us like we are her slaves. I hope she finally agrees to understand where she is standing and what kind of people she's talking with when we are done dealing with her.In this pack, we rule, control, have mercy, or kill anyone who we desire. That’s one thing my late father couldn’t achieve. He's just too merciful, that’s why I'm still standing here listening to the trash words, this little girl has just said. Looking at her now, she will be in her early twenties or she's just being cheated on by her skinny body, but even so, she has no right to talk to us that way.I looked at her again with the anger fumbling inside me, I would’ve attacked her, torn her flesh in pieces, or rather made her dance naked in front of everyone but what I don’t understand is why she has the power of breath of life. Nobody has that in our pack, and that’s my birthright as the first male-born prince of the Winterhaven pack. I am

Abena POV 5 years ago“This, Athena, is your new home.” Aunt Rosa was far from done with her words when the massive mahogany doors with intricate patterns were thrown open from inside. I had rather been keen to discern the partners even while Aunt Rosa spoke her piece to my hearing, so, I was disappointed when the doors were thrown open and two unattractive faces emerged in the regalia of maids. “Good day, lady, and—” the first omega paused like she’d known me from somewhere sometime in the past. Aunt Rosa’s gaze drifted towards me and thus came her shunning hush. It turned out she’d gone down on both knees as the two ugly figures emerged, as custom demands, but I was on my knees, seeking out the patterns and what event they portrayed in the history of our great pack. “Get down on your knees, you little ruffian.” Aunt Rosa hid her disgust with a smile that looked as fake as her kind words. I’m an orphan. I first learned that word from her the day she spoke to me as a common o