Masuk
I have always known that I was hated. I have always known that I was unloved. Unwanted.
But this— This was something else entirely. I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, mother, and sister looked at me like I was trash. Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life like it meant nothing. “You should be grateful to us." My father's voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts. Grateful? I couldn't help but scoff as my eyes met his. “Why? Why do you hate me so much?" I whispered, my chest squeezing in pain. “Oh please, stop with the drama, take a look at yourself, would you love you if you were you?" My sister Rosella asked and my mother chuckled like it was funny. “You're sending me to die and you're laughing about it?" I asked, my chest boiling in anger. "We're giving you redemption from your pathetic life, you've done nothing but disgrace us as a family. We're only doing what's best for our family.” My mother finally said, looking at me with disdain. She didn't need to say it directly but I knew I wasn't part of that family. “What about me? What's best for me?" I asked and my father took a threatening step towards me. “You ungrateful child, you should be happy we kept you alive, what gives you the right to think you can question us?!" My father boomed in anger and that made something in me snap. “I am your daughter! I am your daughter, and you've done nothing but hate me for twenty two years, what have I ever done to you?!" I yelled in anger and I didn't see it coming when his hand landed on my face with a hard slap. “How dare you?! How dare you raise your voice at me?!” My eyes burned, my mouth wobbled but I refused to let the tears fall. I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting and ugly you look?” He sneered and all I did was stand there and take his insult. "And you had to fucking come through my bloodline, do you know how embarrassing that is?! And as if that wasn't enough humiliation, you don't have a fucking wolf!” My heart squeezed. My eyes burned harder but I'd rather die than let the tears fall. "Father, father,” my sister said in her overly sweet voice she used in fooling everyone. "Don't let her upset you, she's not worth it," she said as she held his hand and he sighed looking at her like the moon and stars revolved around her. A look he'd never give me. Ever. “If only you were like your sister. Rosella is making us proud. She's not only beautiful, she's strong and talented, unlike you.” My father said as he turned from Rosella, the look of pride he earlier had for her vanishing to disgust immediately his eyes landed on me. "You will be sent to the King's palace with the other omegas and there's nothing you're going to do about it.” “You know what Emilia, you should be happy. You get to die in the King's bed. That's if he doesn't kill you on the spot because there's no way the Alpha king would want to touch a pathetic loser like you.” “You all are going to regret this." I said as I clenched my hands tightly, drawing blood. “What are you going to do? Crawl from the grave and haunt us?” Rosella asked and they all burst out laughing. To think that this was my family. They never really loved me. My father said I was a disgrace to his family. I didn't have a wolf and I wasn't as pretty as Rosella. So as punishment, he made me an omega. Imagine the daughter of an alpha being demoted to an omega. I became invisible. Treated like trash in my own pack. Called all manner of names. ‘Fat.’ ‘Ugly pig.’ ‘Pathetic loser.’ At some point I began to believe them. “I won't die." I suddenly said out of nowhere and they stopped laughing and all turned to me. “I will survive." I said with determination but my sister snickered. “Oh please, haven't you heard? No woman leaves his bed alive.” And yet they were offering me to him. "But I will survive.” I said again, determination wrapping around my chest like a chain. "You're delulu,” my sister said with a shake of her head. “You all will regret what you've done to me. I'll make you pay. I promise." "Stop with the drama and go pack whatever garbage you have, you're leaving tonight with the others.” My mother said, like it was the most natural thing to say. Rosella smirked as she looked me dead in the eye. “You'll die Emilia, you'll die."EMILIA’S POV The words scraped out of my throat before I could stop them. “H–how is any of this my fault?” I whispered, my voice shaking from fear and confusion. “Why do you have me tied here? What do you want with me?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She just stood there, her presence pressing over me like a tidal wave of cold air. Then she leaned down, and once again her fingers glided across my cheek. Her touch made every nerve in my body flinch. “You don’t even know,” she murmured, almost disappointed. “You don’t even understand the type of power you possess.” Her hand lingered on my face, her nails trailing lightly across my skin as though she was examining me, studying me, savoring the tension trembling under my flesh. Then she leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered: “My second biggest enemy lives inside you.” My breath froze. “What are you talking about?” I forced out, choking on the panic bubbling up in my throat. The woman chuckle
LUCIEN’S POV Rogues poured out of the tree line like a wave of shadows, wild and frothing at the mouth, snarling as if something had driven them past the point of sanity. The ground trembled under the weight of their charge. The air stank of blood and dirt and something…wrong. I didn’t have time to think. I shifted mid-stride, bones snapping and reshaping as my wolf burst forward. The moment my paws hit the earth, a rogue slammed into me. I caught it by the throat, flipped it, and tore into it before it could blink. Blood sprayed across the dirt. And the battle began. We fought hard—every warrior, every guard, every wolf willing to stand between the palace and death. They kept coming. Rogues were never organized. They never fought with strategy. But these… these were different. They were wild, yes—but united. Driven. Almost frantic. And that made them easier to kill—but more dangerous too. I ripped another rogue off one of my younger warriors, snapping its spine with a quic
MAXIMUS’S POV Chaos erupted around me the moment Lucien spoke the words ‘rogues are trying to break through the east border.’ My mind went into overdrive—every piece of the puzzle snapping together into something dark, something dangerous, something that tasted like betrayal. Soraya gone. Emilia missing. Rogues attacking. It wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. My pulse thundered so violently I could feel it echoing in my teeth. My chest was so tight it hurt to breathe, and a cold, sharp panic crawled down my spine. But I didn’t let it take over. Not when I still had a kingdom to protect. Not when Emilia was out there—alone, scared, taken. I forced myself to inhale. Once. Twice. Enough to keep from snapping completely. Then I straightened, turned to Lucien, and said the words that came out of me like a command carved from stone. “Gather every warrior we have, now.” I ordered. “Get them to the east border. I want the women and children protected—no one leaves the palace wa
EMILIA’S POV The first thing I felt was weight. A heavy, suffocating weight pinning my body down. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry—shapes bleeding into darkness, shadows swimming like liquid. My lashes fluttered, slow and weak, and for a moment I didn’t understand where I was…or why my limbs felt so heavy. What happened? Why does everything feel…wrong? My last memory came back in pieces—the room, the cold chill, that strange sense of being watched. My breath hitching. The hair on my arms rising. Then— Nothing. Just a soft wave of warmth running through my veins, so warm it felt like it lulled me to sleep. My knees buckling. The ground rushing up. And then—darkness. I blinked harder, trying to force my vision to sharpen. Slowly, the blur began to pull itself together. A ceiling. Dark stone. The texture rough and cold-looking even from afar. My head throbbed as I tried to move. My body didn’t respond. Panic punched through my chest. I tried again—to lift my han
MAXIMUS’S POV “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?!” My voice thundered through the office like a volcano about to erupt. I could feel my blood boiling under my skin, my pulse hammering against my temples. Lucien stood across from me, stiff and alert, but even he flinched at the roar in my voice. “We went to her cabin like you ordered,” he said carefully, “but there wasn’t any sign of her. The place was completely empty.” Empty. Vanished. Gone. I felt something snap inside me—like a thread stretched too tight finally breaking apart. My hands clenched on the edge of my desk until my knuckles ached. I forced myself to breathe, but every inhale felt like fire. This… this was it. This was the goddamn confirmation that Soraya had been lying to me for years. Playing me. Twisting me. Manipulating me. But why? Why the hell would she do this? I stared down at my desk but didn’t actually see it. My vision blurred around the edges, the anger too sharp, too deep. My parents
EMILIA’S POV Our lips were still tingling from the kiss — that desperate, shaking, soul-deep kiss that felt like it pulled the breath straight out of my lungs. My hands were still tangled in his hair, his fingers still gripping my waist like he couldn’t decide whether to keep me close or pull me fully into him. Then, slowly, Maximus pulled back. But he didn’t pull far. Just enough for our foreheads to touch. Enough that his warm breath brushed across my lips, soft and uneven. We both let out a shaky laugh at the same time. A small, quiet moment—but it felt huge. Like our bodies were finally remembering how to be light after being weighed down for so long. He lifted one hand and cupped my face gently. His thumb brushed my cheek, slow and warm, and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m so happy to see you smile like this,” he murmured. My chest tightened. His eyes softened further. “I felt like dying when you wouldn’t even look at me.” His thumb traced my cheekb







