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Life was not that bad.
That was what she always told herself. Even in the worst circumstances, she always told herself that life would get better for her one day. She didn't even wish for a good life; she just hoped it would get better one day, and that was all.
But certain things weren't written in your fate. And no matter how much you wish for it, it could never be your reality.
A harsh kick on her back had her eyes flying open wide, a whimper escaping her lips as she hysterically tried to scramble to the cold wall. Her gaze slowly adjusted to the morning light as she held the torn blanket to her chest and stared at the intruder in her attic.
It was Carolina, her twin sister, who was just a few minutes older than her. She glared down at Rosalie with such hatred and loathing that it could burn a person alive.
"It's past 6 am. Why the hell are you still sleeping? You were supposed to prepare a warm bath for me with all the scents. But you're rotting here." Carolina gritted.
Rosalie's eyes darted to the barely hanging clock, and they widened in horror. She was supposed to be up at 5 am. But last night, her mother made her wash the clothes of all her friends, and that work finished at 3 am. She didn't even have food last night; she barely reached her attic and passed out. Even now, all her muscles were aching.
"I... I'm sorry. It'll just take half an hour. I'll get it ready for you," Rosalie said shakily as she pulled to her feet, only to stumble, but she maintained her balance.
"Half an hour. You bitch. Are you out of your mind! I'll be late for my Mani-Pedi appointment." Carolina screamed in frustration.
Rosalie was already trembling now. Her eyes turned misty as she felt so helpless and scared.
"I... I'm sorry. I... I'll do it in 15 minutes, please." Rosalie pleaded, shifting her weight from one foot to another in anxiety.
She could feel the vein in the back of her head throbbing in pure stress.
"I'm not accepting your pathetic apology. Follow me right now!" Carolina growled and hurried out of the cold attic.
Rosalie had no choice but to follow her. They walked down the stairs into the main hall, and their mother, Penelope, was there.
"Mother! I needed to have a scented warm bath before my appointment at the salon, but she was sleeping and didn't prepare it for me. Now I have to leave the house without it, and you know how much I hate this." Carolina yelled in annoyance as she grabbed her bag.
"At least make her of some use, mama!" Carolina gritted and rushed out as she was running late for her appointment.
Penelope glanced at her good-for-nothing daughter, and her blood boiled just at the sight of her.
They belonged to the pure bloodline of Ashford. They were pure until Rosalie was born. A significant pathetic taint on their pure bloodline. She was the first omega who was born in their bloodline.
Carolina and Rosalie were twins. Where Carolina was a healthy she-wolf, the doctor declared Rosalie an omega.
Brian Ashford, their father, was very disappointed in his wife, Penelope, for birthing an omega and running their bloodline.
The doctor said it happens because of the twin pregnancy. The stronger fetus took more, hence the weaker fetus turned out to be omega. But it didn't change anything. Ever since her birth, her mother began to hate her because Brian blamed her for birthing an omega.
Her father loves Carolina a lot, but he would not even glance at Rosalie. He just silently hated her existence.
She was forced to get used to such bad behavior towards her by everyone that she began to think she was always at fault. Just when she was a child, she was given food, but she wasn't allowed to sit at the table. She had to sit on the floor to eat, and if she requested to be allowed to sit on the table, she was starved.
There were consequences of even asking why they were doing this to her, which moulded her into staying mum all the time.
As she grew, she was bullied in school by Carolina and her friends. Everyone treated her like dirt, but she always got good grades. She got a scholarship to a good high school, she passed with the highest numbers, and got offers from the best universities. She thought it was her only chance to escape this hell.
To start a new life in a new city. She'll manage somehow as long as she stays away from home, but Carolina didn't let that happen.
She burned the scholarship letters. She even burned Rosalie's marksheets and told her mother that Rosalie did it herself, and Carolina showed her hand that had burnt marks, and Carolina said I tried to stop her, but she burnt me too.
That night, her mother had beaten her so much. No matter how much Rosalie said she didn't do it. The beating never stopped to the point she lost her consciousness, and ever since that night her life became more hell.
Her degrees were turned to ashes, and she wasn't allowed to study anymore. She was declared the housemaid, and not only that. Carolina clearly told the whole pack that they could get any work done from Rosalie. They just had to inform Carolina about it.
The bullying started right after that. This time it was worse. Her mother would send her to get groceries, but the boys would stop her. Take all her money, and some would even glance at her wrongly.
Her mother would then punish her by starving her for days because she believed that Rosalie was lying, and she spent the money on herself.
Life never got easier. It only got worse for her.
"Why did you not wake up on time?" Penelope asked. Her voice was sharp and icy.
"I... I'm sorry. It'll not h...happen again-"
"Of course, it won't." Penelope hissed.
Grabbing her arm, she began to drag Rosalie out of the house.
The desolate frontier of the Western Wastes stretched out like an endless graveyard of dark stone, cracked earth, and ancient ashes. A suffocating, unnatural gloom hung heavy over the barren expanse, suppressing even the bite of the freezing mountain wind. Above, the sky was a bruised, dark violet, and the pale moon hung suspended like a cold, silver eye watching the doomed land below.At the edge of this frozen wasteland stood the joint strike force of the Northern and Southern realms. Thousands of heavily armored warriors stood in disciplined, silent ranks across the frostbitten ridges. More than half of Asher’s grand army stood transformed into their massive, fearsome werewolf forms, silver-furred, muscular frames trembling with restrained feral aggression, sharp fangs gleaming under the pale moonlight as white plumes of breath billowed from their snarling muzzles. The remaining half, elite archers, vanguard knights,
The dawn sun rose cold and pale over the Northern mountains, casting jagged shadows across the snowy courtyard where Scholar Killan’s stallion stood lathered in sweat.While the palace gates were guarded by heavily armed vanguards preparing for the march, Killan had ridden hard into the deep, mist-shrouded valley at the base of the Northern peaks, to the secluded, ancient stone sanctuary where Witch Morana had dwelt for decades.Killan dismounted hastily, his heavy leather boots crunching against the frost-covered stone path. The air around the isolated sanctuary hummed with a strange, crackling energy that made the hair on his
The horrific scream of the Witch’s lingering challenge had barely faded into the stone walls before news of the abduction spread through the fortress like a wildfire tearing through a dry forest.Within minutes, panic flared across the grand corridors. Whispers turned to terrified cries as guards, court nobles, and servants learned that Knight Estrella, the realm's fiercest blade and the King's newly marked betrothed, had been dragged straight into the dark void from the royal bedchamber.Heavy mahogany doors slammed open as Asher, Commander Garrett, and a weeping Lady Anna stepped out into the main corridor. Anna was crying hysterically, her frame trembling so violently that Garrett had to wrap his thick arm around her waist to keep her upright.Queen Rosalie and Former King Dominic rushed up the hallway, their faces pale with horror. The moment Rosalie
The silent, grand corridors of the Northern palace were shattered by a roar of pure, unbridled agony and rage."Healers! Get the healers now!"Asher burst through the heavy archway, his broad frame quivering under the weight of raw, unadulterated panic. In his arms, he cradled Estrella’s limp form. Her face was agonizingly pale, her head rolling back against his chest as dark, spiderwebbing veins of decaying black magic pulsed aggressively across her jaw, throat, and bare skin.The hallway erupted into sudden chaos. Moments before, Estrella had walked out toward the garden to check on the King. Now, seeing her being carried in arms like a dying corpse, the assembled court froze in sheer horror.Ashley clutched her mouth, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as tears welled in her eyes. Beside her, Rowan and Kaelen stood rooted t
The garden was dead silent, frozen in an unnatural, suffocating void. The black ice beneath Asher’s boots crackled under the sheer weight of the demonic aura hanging in the air.Facing the towering projection of writhing shadows, Asher felt a heavy, crushing pressure slam against his lungs, threatening to force his knees to the stone walkway. But he was the King of the North.With a low, guttural roar that echoed through his broad chest, Asher unleashed his raw, untamed Alpha aura. A wave of golden, radiant heat exploded outward from his body, clashing violently against the suffocating dark magic. The black frost on the garden stones hissed and turned to steam where his power touched the ground. He stood tall, his broad shoulders squared, his glowing golden eyes locking directly onto the glowing sulfur slits hovering within the dark fog.A raspy, mocking
The air inside the subterranean war room remained thick with the suffocating weight of ancient history.Spread out across the central mahogany table was the vast parchment map of the Northern Realm, its edges held down by carved iron weights. Asher stood leaned over the center, his broad palms planted on the table, his dark golden eyes scanning the jagged lines defining the Western border wall. Surrounding him were Former King Dominic, Commander Garrett, Killan, and Estrella."The black frost isn't random," Estrella noted, pointing her gloved finger to three specific stone watchtowers along the ridge. "It’s spreading in a structured vector. The soil rot is heaviest at the base of the lower gates, where the valley drops into the Western Wastes.""She’s probing our outer defenses," Killan agreed, his scholar’s mind analyzing the tactical layout.
Dominic dismounted the beast in one fluid, predatory movement. His massive hand wrapped around her arm, tugging her down with him. The moment her bare, bruised soles made contact with the freezing cobblestones of the courtyard, Rosalie's knees turned into compl
The thick, copper taste of Dominic Varkov’s blood coated Rosalie’s tongue, a metallic brand that felt like a permanent iron shackle around her soul. The ancient incantations chanted by the trembling High Priest still echoed in the freezing night air, vibrating
The silence of the clearing was deafening. Thousands of eyes were pinned on Rosalie Ashford, but she only had eyes for Prince Cassian. There was so much pain in her teary eyes as she pleaded with her eyes, but he didn't offer her a single glance.The silver threads of the mate bond were still puls
Rosalie stood in the center of her cramped attic. Her eyes were fixed on the broken mirror in front of her. She has freshly showered, and her skin glows.Stepping out of her ragged clothing, she stared at the beautiful dress she had stitched out of torn dresses of Carolina.Rosalie put on the dress







