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ATHENA
Pain shot through my stomach as I pushed myself off the cold floor. The ache was sharp and deep, the kind that made breathing feel like work. Every movement reminded me of what Alpha Lucas had done to me yesterday. My ribs burned. My legs shook. My body wanted to give up. But omegas didn’t get rest. If I wasn’t in the kitchen before sunrise, there would be another beating waiting for me. I clenched my teeth, swallowed the pain, and forced my feet to move. Step by step, I made my way down the hallway. The kitchen lights were already on. “Oh, look who’s still breathing.” Lily’s voice hit me the second I stepped inside. I didn’t look at her. I didn’t need to. I knew that tone too well. She stood near the counter, arms crossed, watching me like I was something dirty that had wandered in. She was dating the beta. Alpha Lucas’s brother. The pack loved her. The golden girl. My nightmare. “Good morning,” I said quietly. “What’s good about this morning when I have to see your ugly face first thing?” she snapped. I said nothing. Talking back never helped. I moved past her and went straight to work. Pots, pans, knives. My hands started moving on their own. Chop. Stir. Knead. I focused on the food because it was easier than thinking. The smell of roasted meat slowly filled the kitchen. My stomach tightened, but I ignored it. Soon, footsteps echoed down the stairs. Wolves filled the dining hall, laughing, talking, loud and relaxed. I carried tray after tray, placing plates in front of them. No one thanked me. Some didn’t even look at me. “Why are you walking like that?” Alpha Lucas’s voice stopped me cold. “Stand up straight,” he said. “You move like a broken dog.” Laughter burst around the room. I straightened instantly. My back screamed in protest, but I forced my steps to look normal. I kept my face blank and kept walking. Ryan sat near the Alpha. The beta. Once, he used to smile at me. Now his eyes were flat, distant. When his gaze landed on me, his mouth tightened like he’d smelled something bad. I dropped my eyes and turned away. When the pack finished eating, I scraped leftovers into a bowl. My hands were shaking. My stomach growled, loud and desperate. I ate quickly, standing, not caring how it looked. Just enough to quiet the hunger. “Athena.” My body froze. Luna Becca’s voice cut through the room. My heart started pounding as I turned to face her. “Yes, Luna,” I said, bowing my head. Her eyes dragged over me slowly, from my face to my shoes. Disgust sat clear on her face. “How many times do I have to tell you?” she said. “I don’t eat large portions anymore. And I’m vegetarian now. Are you deaf?” “I’m sorry, Luna—” “Sorry for yourself,” she cut in. She grabbed her plate and tipped it over me. Warm food slid down my dress, soaked into the fabric, splashed onto the floor. I stood there, stiff, staring at the mess. Alpha Lucas caught her wrist gently. “Don’t upset yourself over this filth,” he said calmly. She leaned back in her chair, still glaring at me. “If you’d broken her bones properly last night, she wouldn’t have forgotten.” The words settled in my chest. Heavy. Quiet. “Go make me something light,” she added. “Oatmeal. Be quick.” I nodded and turned away. Back in the kitchen, my hands shook so badly I had to grip the counter for a second. I breathed in, then out, slow. I grabbed the oats, the water, the bowl. My eyes burned, but I blinked hard and kept going. Omegas didn’t cry where anyone could see. My wolf stayed silent, curled up deep inside me like it always did. I healed slower than the others. Bruises stayed longer. Broken ribs took weeks. I stirred the oatmeal and focused on not spilling it. Tonight was the full moon. The initiation festival. Tonight, I would turn twenty. Tonight was when I was supposed to meet my mate. The thought sat heavy in my stomach. Would my mate even want me? I didn’t shift like the others. My wolf barely spoke to me. Still, something stirred faintly inside my chest, restless and unsure. Please accept me, I thought. Just enough to let me leave this place. I carried the bowl back to Luna Becca and placed it in front of her. She looked at me the same way she always did. Cold. Sharp. For a brief second, I met her eyes. Then I looked away. Night fell fast. I stood in front of the mirror in my small room, smoothing down my dress. It was old and faded, but it was clean. That was the best I could do. I tugged at the hem, then let my hands fall. A knock didn’t come. Lily just walked in. She leaned against the doorframe, looking me over. “You look really ugly right now. Hope you know that.” I stayed quiet. “Are you deaf?” she snapped, stepping closer. “I said you look ugly.” I took a breath and lifted my eyes. “I know,” I said. “You don’t have to remind me.” Her brows lifted, surprised. Then she laughed softly. “Such a sharp mouth for something so weak.” She leaned in. “Your mate’s going to reject you. I can already see it.” She turned and walked out. I stood there for a second, then wiped my face quickly. I stepped outside before anyone could see me. The festival grounds were alive. Fires burned. Wolves stood in groups, laughing, touching, holding hands. New mates clung to each other, smiling, glowing. My chest tightened as I watched them. Then a scent hit me. Strong and sudden. My wolf surged awake, sharp and loud in my head. Mate. Mate. My heart started racing. I moved forward without thinking, eyes scanning the crowd. Then I saw him. Ryan stood near the center, tense, looking around. His head snapped up to mine and his eyes narrowing. “No,” he muttered. “No. No.” The scent wrapped around me completely. My legs felt weak. You can’t be my mate, he said, voice low and angry. “Ryan—” He lifted a hand. “Don’t.” People nearby turned toward us. Whispers spread fast. He laughed, harsh and bitter. “You? This is a joke.” My hands curled into fists. “I reject you,” he said, loud and clear. “I Ryan, the brother of alpha Lucas and the beta of this pack reject you as my mate.” Laughter followed. My knees almost gave out. I didn’t hear anything else. I turned and ran.ATHENA The water was scalding, yet the maids handled me as if I were a piece of laundry to be scrubbed clean of my past. Coarse sponges dragged over my shoulders and down my spine, the friction turning my skin a frantic, angry rose. It felt less like a bath and more like a ritual of erasure. I tried to pull the luffa from the hands of the woman to my left, my fingers trembling against the heat."I can do it myself," I snapped, my voice sounding thinner than I intended in the tiled expanse of the washroom. "Please. I am perfectly capable of washing my own skin."The maid didn't even look me in the eye. She simply tightened her grip on the sponge and continued her rhythmic, punishing work. "We are strictly following the King’s instructions, Miss Athena. He was very clear about the state in which you are to be presented."I went still then, the word state ringing in my ears like a funeral bell. I was a project. A vessel. I forced my breath to remain steady, letting them finish their tas
HUNTERI watched as Athena was led away by the maid, her small frame disappearing down the long, dimly lit corridor. The doors clicked shut, leaving me in the silence of my throne room. A slow smirk pulled at my lips. She was delicate, yes, but there was a resilience in her spine that pleased me."Perhaps she’ll be fit to carry my heir," I whispered to the empty room. My voice sounded like gravel.The thought of a son, a successor with my blood and my strength tightened something in my chest. But my patience was not a well that ran deep. It was a finite resource. My expression hardened, the warmth of the smirk vanishing into a cold, predatory mask."If she’s not pregnant by the next moon, I’ll feed her to the rogues," I growled. The threat wasn't empty, in this world, utility was the only currency that bought safety. If she proved barren, she was merely another mouth to feed, another weakness to be purged.I sat stiffly in my high-backed chair, the leather creaking under my weight. My
ATHENAMy heart, which had only just begun to settle after the stranger’s departure, surged into my throat. I didn't move. Then I moved towards the door.I reached for the handle, my mind racing with some desperate hope but as soon as the latch clicked, the door surged inward. The weight of it slammed into my shoulder, throwing me backward. I stumbled, my heels catching on the rug, and looked up into the cold, steel-plated chests of the King’s Guard.Their armor caught the morning light, but a heavy leather boot jammed into the gap. With a grunt of effort, the lead soldier shoved. "Get out!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my lungs. "Leave me alone! You have no right!"They didn't speak. They didn't need to. Two men lunged forward, their gloved hands clamping onto my upper arms like iron shackles. I kicked, twisting my body, trying to sink my teeth into whatever skin I could find, but they hauled me off my feet as if I weighed nothing. My toes dragged across the floor, kicking ove
ATHENA"Are you going to work inside the King’s house today?" I asked, my voice still thick with the remnants of dreams. It was morning now.Claire paused, a damp cloth held mid air. She turned her head slightly, giving me a small nod. A cold knot of unease tightened in my chest. I sat up, clutching the blanket to my collarbone. "What about me, Claire? I don't want to be left alone here." I hated the isolation of this sanctuary, it felt less like a home and more like a gilded cage where the bars were made of my own fear.Claire stepped toward the bed, her expression softening into that weary, protective look she always wore when she had to leave. She reached out, her fingers grazing my shoulder in a silent plea for composure."Nothing will happen, Athena," she assured me, her voice a low, steady anchor. "You must stay inside. Please, do not come out for any reason. The streets are busy today, and it is safer if you remain unseen."I let out a long sigh, the air rushing out of me in
HUNTERI hadn’t seen the female in three days.At first, I told myself Eran had done exactly what I asked. That he had sent her away quietly without dragging it into my awareness. It would have been cleaner that way. Easier.Yet the feeling wouldn’t leave.That was when I knew something was off.I sat on my throne, my fingers curling around the armrest, the carved stone biting into my palm. The guards at the entrance straightened immediately, sensing the shift in me before I spoke.“Summon Eran,” I said.They didn’t hesitate. Two of them moved at once, boots striking the floor as they rushed away.The silence that followed stretched thin. I stared ahead, jaw tight, my thoughts circling back to her despite my effort to cage them. Three days was too long. Even for a mistake. Even for obedience.Eran arrived moments later, stepping into the hall with his head lowered. He dropped his head and bowed deeply, his posture respectful but not relaxed. He felt it too. Whatever unease lived in me
ATHENAI watched Hunter swallow harshly. I saw it, the tight movement of his throat, the brief tension in his jaw before he masked it again. His gaze stayed on me, cold and assessing, as if I had said something out of this world. The air between us felt brittle. I stood there, rooted, my fingers curling into the soft fabric of my nightdress. His eyes flickered for a moment, just a fraction of a second before he looked away, turning his face as if I were no longer worth seeing.“Leave. Now.”His voice was low, roughened by a growl that scraped against my nerves. There was no anger in it. Just finality.I didn’t wait to be told again.My hands flew to my nightdress, clutching the thin fabric to my chest as if it could shield me from the humiliation burning through me. I turned and fled, my bare feet barely touching the stone as I ran down the corridor toward my room. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure the building itself could hear it, each step echoing the truth I didn’t want to f







