Aysel: A Sour Beginning

To be honest, I should thank Alpha Aiden for helping me, and for speaking in my favor, but I wouldn’t dare, not now. The emotional turmoil that roils inside my heart is carefully hidden by my blank looks and steady voice. No one knows how much it pains me to be here. I lean against the wall as soon as I round the corner, out of sight from the curious eyes of the guards that stand outside the King’s spacious and ornate office.

I tremble as I try to hold back my tears. My palms are sweaty, and I feel a lump lodged in my throat that won’t go away. My heart is aching. My mind is a jumble of thoughts. In another word, I feel horrible. Horrible to the core.

Why did you do this to me, Kai?

“You will join from today onwards, then.” The Alpha King spoke as if I wasn’t stepping in my dead brother’s role, but just applying for a job. The show of concern had evaporated when I refused to show them the entire copy of the letter. Luna Dakota acted like a mediator, but more of the submissive kind.