Zara's Pov
I sat on my sofa while singing the only song which reminds me of my mom. Since I lost my mom, I have never been myself despite several attempts to change me from my father, the alpha.
I try so hard to be cheerful but it just isn't possible as I have been withdrawn all my life. I was also taunted as the alpha's daughter without a wolf and though my father has tried several attempts to not make me know about it, I still find out because the maids in our home always whisper this.
I haven't told anyone this but I have this special ability to listen to what people might be discussing as long as they are not very far from me.
"Princess Zara!” I heard my name being called which broke my singing. I turned to look at the source of the disruption and I scrunched my face into a frown on seeing who it was.
It was my father's beta's son, Asher.
"Hi Asher," I greeted him with a light wave and faced the window since my singing was interrupted by him.
I heard him chuckle and I turned to look at him wondering why he did so.
"Princess, how about we go for a walk, you don't have to be cooped up in the pack house the whole day," he suggested to me and I let out a sigh.
Come to think of it, he was quite right. I have been wallowing in my thoughts for a long time and it's time I stepped out. I knew this was the idea of my father because on a normal day, Asher would not talk to me or suggest a walk.
This was something which was mandated by my father. I would have agreed but I didn't want to walk with someone who saw me as a burden. Asher wasn't aware but I have heard him talking about me to some of the guards and he always refers to me as someone with a burden.
"I would have loved to go on a walk but I am not in the mood right now," I said to him and I could see his face change, not like it was my business. He could act anyway he wanted to, it was none of my business.
"Princess Zara!" he called with his deep voice and I could tell that he was about to flip so I immediately said,
"Even if I want to go for a walk, I can do so myself, and besides, I'm sure you don't want to walk with a burden just as myself," I let out a bitter chuckle after that.
I could see the surprise which fleeted past his face and I could tell he was shocked. I guess he was not expecting me to say such.
"Even if you want to go out yourself, you could be attacked and knowing you, you have no power to defend yourself," he mocked me and that would have hurt if it was in the past but not anymore. I was already immune to such mockery.
"You can go tell my father that I won't be going on a walk with someone who sees me as a burden," I said to him and faced my window once more.
I heard him grunt loudly before walking out of my room. I sighed and did not bother myself with those thoughts anymore. Before I knew it, I sang myself to sleep and the next day when I woke up, I was greeted with a call from my father.
"Princess Zara! your father would love to see you this morning," my maid informed me as she fixed the hair accessories into my hair.
I nodded in response to the information as I looked into the mirror. It was a reflection of myself. The girl in the reflection had a lifeless look on her face and her beauty would have made heads turn only if she would smile.
The girl in the reflection was me and I was the one with the dull beauty, the girl who did not smile.
"Will I have breakfast with him?" I asked my maid who nodded with a jovial smile. I looked at her feeling envious, how I wish I could smile just like that.
"My princess, you are looking extraordinarily good-looking today," my maid complimented me and I as usual, I tried to smile but I could only offer her a "thank you."
She didn't look annoyed with me, instead she nodded at me and this was why I liked her. She was the only one apart from my father who did not see me as a freak. She was the only one including my father who embraced me just the way I was.
"I know you think I'm joking but that's the truth, you are very beautiful and there's no denying that," my maid happily talked and I only shook my head but I won't deny that I felt kinda pleased with the compliment.
"I'm ready," I said to her and she nodded. She helped out of my room and we walked through the corridors leading to our dining room.
Throughout the walk to the dining, I could hear different voices and I could also sense their gazes. Some were full of pity, some mockery to say the least.
I had to admit that I felt very uncomfortable with the way I was being stared at and also the words which they said thinking I was not able to hear, but I could do nothing about it. It was a fact that I had to face, I was the girl without a wolf.
I sighed out and I think that caught the attention of Wanda, who is my maid.
"Is there anything wrong princess?" She asked and I shook my head. She was like a mother figure to me but I just couldn't see her as my mom.
"Alright, don't hesitate to tell me if you have anything bothering you," she said to me and I nodded in response.
We finally reached the door to the dining room and I had no idea why I suddenly developed cold feet which had never happened before. I had no idea but I felt that if I opened the door to the dining room, there would be a change in my life.
I turned to look at Wanda who gave me an encouraging look regardless of not knowing why I looked at her.
"Are you scared, but you have no reason to be scared," she consoled me and I opened the door to the dining room.
Immediately I stepped into the room, I felt an oppressive gaze which caused me to look in that direction. When I saw who made me feel oppressed, I froze immediately.
Andre’s POVThe sight of Zara standing there, staff in hand, sweat beading her temple, froze the air in my lungs.I had suspected her restlessness felt it through the bond, sensed it in her defiance at the table, in the steel of her gaze when she thought I wasn’t watching. But this?Training in secret. With one of my guards.My wolf snarled, pressing against the cage of my ribs. She defies us. She risks herself.My jaw tightened. “How long?” My voice came out low, dangerous. “How long have you been playing warrior behind my back?”She flinched but did not look away. That stubborn chin of hers tilted upward, and gods help me, the fire in her eyes nearly undid me.“Long enough,” she answered, her voice rough but steady. “Long enough to know I won’t sit and wait for death while you fight alone.”The words slammed into me. She thought this was about bravery, about some noble sacrifice. She didn’t understand the cost.“You think you can face what’s coming?” I stepped closer, my shadow swal
Zara’s POVThe door slammed behind Andre, leaving the chamber trembling in his wake. His scent lingered cedar smoke, steel, and something wilder that pulled at the thread binding us.I stood rooted where he’d left me, wrist tingling where his hand had gripped mine. My pulse hadn’t slowed, even though his storming presence had vanished.Every time I swore I hated him, that thread tugged harder. Every time I wanted to spit in his face, some traitorous part of me wanted to lean closer instead. The bond was poison.And yet, I could not let it break me.I sank onto the bed, my thoughts a whirlwind. He wanted me silent, hidden, locked away like a secret weapon too fragile to use. But that was not living. That was waiting to be slaughtered.No. If I was to die, it would not be behind gilded bars. It would be with my head high, teeth bared, fighting until my last breath.A soft knock rattled the door. One of the guards peeked inside, hesitating. “Luna? Do you need anything?”I almost laughed.
Andre’s POVThe moment the door closed behind Zara, the silence in my study became unbearable.Her words still clung to the air, sharp and accusing. A shield for your enemies to strike? A weakness you can’t admit you have?My hands curled into fists against the desk, claws threatening to break through my skin. I should not have let her speak to me like that. I should not have allowed my wolf to falter when her eyes burned with fire. She was supposed to be an omega, a trembling girl dragged into my world by necessity. She was supposed to bend.Instead, she stood.And for reasons I could not name, the sight of her defiance had carved through me deeper than any blade.“Alpha.”The voice at the door dragged me back. One of my betas, Marcus, stepped inside, his expression grave. “The patrols confirm the rogues are gathering near the northern ridge. They’re not moving yet, but their numbers grow.”I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. Duty first. Rage later. “Double the watch. Strengthen the
Zara’s POVAt first, I thought it was a coincidence.The guards outside my door doubled overnight, their footsteps constant against the marble floors. Every corridor I walked down, another shadow trailed a few paces behind. When I reached for the door to the garden, a soldier blocked me with a stiff bow and murmured, “Forgive me, Luna, but the Alpha commands you to remain inside.”It was not a coincidence. It was a cage.And Andre had locked me inside it.I pressed my palms against the cold glass of my chamber window, staring out at the moonlit courtyard. The night had never felt so far away. Only a week ago, I had longed for walls to shield me from his wrath, from the council’s whispers. Now I craved escape, air, freedom even if danger waited beyond the gates.Danger.The word settled in my chest like a stone.I didn’t know what had changed, but I felt it in the air: sharp, charged, secretive. Andre moved through the palace like a storm, silent and furious, his orders falling like th
Andre’s POVThe council chamber has long since emptied, but their whispers still echo in my skull.“Why ask her?” “Since when does the Alpha seek his Luna’s voice?” “Has she bewitched him?”I should not care what the vultures think. Their tongues wag like carrion birds, useless unless I command them to tear into flesh. And yet my chest burns with the memory of their stares when I turned to Zara.When I let her speak.I should never have done it.I pace the length of my private chamber, muscles wound tight, wolf prowling beneath my skin. He has been restless for days, clawing at me, snarling every time she leaves the room. Tonight he is worse, his growls vibrating through my bones.She is ours, he hisses. Claim her. Protect her. Listen to her.I bare my teeth. “She is nothing.”But the lie curdles in my throat.Because in truth, she is not nothing.The way she stood in council chin lifted, voice steady despite the weight of my gaze haunts me. I expected her to crumble, to stammer, to e
Zara’s POVThe palace feels different now.Not because its halls have changed, the marble floors still gleam, the guards still stand stiff as statues, the concubines still giggle in corners but because I have. For the first time since arriving here, I don’t slink in the shadows. I walk with purpose, even if my legs tremble beneath my gown.And they notice.The maids bow a little lower. The warriors’ eyes linger a little longer. Even the women who used to sneer at me now whisper behind their hands, uncertain.Whispers are dangerous, but they are also powerful.I cling to that thought as I cross the gardens, the morning sun warming my skin. For days, Andre has barely spoken to me, though his presence haunts every room I enter. His gaze follows me, sharp, silent, unyielding. He hasn’t touched me, hasn’t scolded me, hasn’t humiliated me. And that absence terrifies me more than any cruelty ever did.Because Andre’s silence is never empty. It’s a storm gathering on the horizon.I brush my