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."ADELE’S POVThe kindergarten room was alive with the kind of pure, unfiltered joy that only kids could create. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden patches on the colorful mats scattered across the floor. Toys were everywhere—blocks stacked in wobbly towers, crayons rolling under tables, and in the center of it all, a group of about a dozen little ones giggling as we played handball. It wasn't some fancy game; just a soft, bouncy ball we tossed around in a loose circle, no rules except to have fun and cheer each other on.I caught the ball from little Lia, her chubby hands barely able to grip it properly, and tossed it gently to Timmy, who beamed like he'd won a medal. "Nice catch!" I called out, my voice light and easy. These kids were my escape lately—their innocence a balm against the storm brewing in my life. Ever since Naomi dropped her bomb about Andrea being Lucien's son, I'd been walking a tightrope of emotions. Hurt, anger, fear. But here, with them, I
LUCIEN’S POVMy ears rang. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped iron bands around my ribs and was slowly cranking them tighter.I didn’t even hear what Maximus said to the doctor. I just stood there, frozen, staring at that envelope like it was a live grenade with the pin half-pulled. My hands started shaking before I even realized it. Small tremors at first, then worse, until I could barely keep my arms crossed.I don’t remember moving to the couch. One second I was standing by the desk, the next I was sinking down onto the soft leather, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor. The envelope sat on my thigh now…my fingers curled around it, but I couldn’t make them open it. Couldn’t make myself look.The door clicked shut behind the doctor. The sound felt final. Like the last second before a storm hits.“Everything will be fine,” Emilia said softly from beside me.I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My throat was too tight. My mind was screaming, replaying every second of that day on
LUCIEN’S POVThe air in Maximus's office felt like it had turned to stone—heavy, unyielding, pressing down on all of us. I stood there, arms still crossed, my back against the wall, watching the chaos unfold like a storm I couldn't stop. Damien's face was flushed red, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Emilia. Hell, I was staring too. "Let them come"? What kind of madness was that? We'd just spent the last ten minutes laying out how these humans—Scarlett and her greedy Salvatore company—were sniffing around our sacred Crescent Moon territory like vultures circling a fresh kill. And now our queen was suggesting we roll out the welcome mat?Damien exploded first, his voice cutting through the silence like a whip. "What are you saying, Emilia? Letting humans anywhere near our lands is putting our secret in danger!"I shifted my weight, my wolf stirring restlessly inside me. He was right. The Crescent Moon wasn't just dirt and trees; it was our history, etched into every rock a
ROSE’S POV The gym was dead silent after my scream. Every pair of eyes locked on me—wide, shocked, confused. The ball rolled to a stop somewhere near the baseline. Even the coach’s whistle hung forgotten in her hand. “Did you see that?” someone whispered from the back. “Her ankle—it twisted all the way around.” “How is that possible?” another voice said, louder this time. “That was like… broken. I heard the snap.” “That’s insane,” Mia muttered beside me, kneeling fast. “Rose, your ankle—” I couldn’t let them keep staring. Couldn’t let them keep talking. Panic clawed up my throat. My wolf had healed me too fast—too perfectly. The pain was gone. The bone was straight. The swelling never even had time to start. I was fine. Completely fine. But they’d seen. They’d heard. And they were already whispering. This was one of the things Damien was scared of and didn't want me going to a human college.I forced myself to wince. Hard. I grabbed my ankle like it still hurt, letting
ROSE’S POV I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm, breathing hard as the whistle blew. The gym echoed with squeaking sneakers and bouncing balls—my first college PE class, and it was basketball. The coach—a tall, no-nonsense woman with a clipboard—divided us into teams. I ended up on the blue side, pulling on a mesh jersey that smelled like old sweat. Most of the girls seemed nice enough, chatting and laughing as we warmed up. But one caught my eye right away. She was tall, athletic build, with short blonde hair and a glare that could cut glass. Every time our eyes met during stretches, she looked away fast—like she had a problem with me already. I didn’t recognize her from any other classes. What was her deal? “Alright, ladies! Let’s play!” the coach yelled, tossing the ball up for the tip-off. The game started fast. I wasn’t the best at basketball—growing up in the kingdom, we played more…primal games—but I was quick. Agile. My wolf gave me an edge I ha
DAMIEN’S POV The palace gates loomed ahead as I pushed the car harder down the winding road. Trees blurred past, but my mind was sharper than ever—Scarlett’s voice echoing in my head like a bad dream that wouldn’t end. “We’re going to get our hands on that property. Real soon.” My knuckles whitened on the wheel. The Crescent Moon territory wasn’t just land. It was sacred. Hidden trails where our ancestors shifted under the full moon. Burial grounds. A place where packs gathered for rituals no human eye had ever seen. If they built a resort there—tourists, workers, cameras—it would be the end. Exposure. War. I slammed on the brakes at the guard post. The guards recognized me instantly, dipping their heads in respect as the gates swung open. No time for greetings. I parked roughly and strode through the grand halls, boots echoing on the marble floors. Guards nodded, but I barely saw them. My wolf paced inside me, claws scraping for a fight. Maximus’s office door was cracked







