LOGINTo my precious readers, my supporters, my family I have found through words this message is from the deepest part of my heart.
I have rewritten this appreciation post more times than I can count, because every time I try to put my gratitude into words, I realize how small words feel compared to what you have given me. Still, I will try, because you deserve to know how much you mean to me, how much your support has changed my life, and how deeply Enchanted by the Alpha exists because of you.
When I started writing this book, I was not in a perfect place. I wasn’t sitting in a peaceful room with everything figured out. I was writing through exhaustion, through uncertainty, through moments where life felt heavier than I could carry. Writing was not just a hobby for me it was my escape, my therapy, my hope. It was the one place where I could breathe when everything else felt overwhelming.
I never imagined that people would not only read my story but love it, support it, and invest their time and coins into it. I never imagined that something born from my imagination would become a bridge between me and so many beautiful souls around the world.
To everyone who read Enchanted by the Alpha, thank you. To everyone who voted, thank you. To everyone who commented, encouraged me, waited patiently, defended the story, and shared it with others thank you. But today, I want to talk about something very personal. Something real. Something I don’t often say out loud.
Your coins matter. And they matter more than you know.
When you unlock chapters, when you spend your coins on my story, you are not just supporting a book. You are supporting me. You are helping me survive. You are helping me continue my education. You are helping me pay my school fees. You are helping me stay focused on my dreams instead of drowning in stress and fear.
There were moments when I didn’t know how I would make it through school. Moments when deadlines, fees, responsibilities, and expectations all came crashing down at once. Moments when I asked myself if I should stop writing and focus only on surviving. And then I would see the coins. I would see the reads increase. I would see a comment saying, “I love this chapter,” or “Please don’t stop writing.” And suddenly, I had strength again.
You may think, “It’s just a few coins.” But for me, those coins mean books. They mean tuition. They mean hope. They mean one less night crying over how I will manage tomorrow.
There are days when life feels unfairly heavy. Days when I’m juggling school, writing, personal struggles, mental exhaustion, and responsibilities that feel too big for one person. I am human. I get tired. I get scared. I doubt myself. There are nights I write with tears in my eyes and mornings I wake up feeling like I have nothing left to give.
But then there is you.
You remind me why I started. You remind me why I keep going. You remind me that my voice matters.
Writing Enchanted by the Alpha was not always easy. There were chapters I wrote while mentally drained. There were moments I questioned my ability as a writer. There were times I felt invisible, like my efforts were not enough. But every time I felt like quitting, your support pulled me back.
Some of you don’t comment, but you read faithfully. Some of you don’t vote, but you unlock chapters. Some of you comment on every update. Some of you silently support. And all of you matter.
I want you to know something important: when you support my work, you are not supporting luxury or comfort—you are supporting resilience. You are supporting a dream that refuses to die. You are supporting someone who is trying to build a future through words.
I don’t share my struggles to make you feel sad or pressured. I share them because you deserve honesty. Because you deserve to know that your support has real impact. Because sometimes we forget how powerful kindness can be until we see it change a life.
And yet, even with all the struggles, I want you to feel good when you read my story.
I want Enchanted by the Alpha to be your escape. I want it to be the place you go when you are tired. I want it to make you feel excitement, love, tension, comfort, and warmth. I want you to smile, scream at your screen, fall in love with the characters, and forget the world for a little while.
You deserve that.
This story was written with love, but it was sustained with your support.
And as this chapter of my journey closes, I want you to know that I am not stopping here. I am growing. I am learning. I am becoming stronger because of you. Every struggle I face, every obstacle I overcome, adds depth to my writing and honesty to my stories.
I promise you this: I will continue to write with sincerity. I will continue to respect your time and support. I will continue to give my best, even on days when my best feels small.
Your belief in me has already done more than you realize. It has reminded me that dreams are valid. That stories matter. That voices from anywhere in the world can be heard.
Thank you for choosing my book. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for helping me stay in school. Thank you for helping me stay hopeful. Thank you for walking this journey with me.
As I move forward and release new books, new stories, new worlds, I humbly ask for your continued support. Read if you can. Vote if you can. Spend coins if you are able. Share if you feel inspired. And even if all you do is read quietly, know that it still matters.
I carry your support with me every time I write a word.
From the bottom of my heart, Thank you for Enchanted by the Alpha. Thank you for believing. Thank you for helping me rise.
With endless love, gratitude, and respect,
Your author 💙
To my precious readers, my supporters, my family I have found through words this message is from the deepest part of my heart.I have rewritten this appreciation post more times than I can count, because every time I try to put my gratitude into words, I realize how small words feel compared to what you have given me. Still, I will try, because you deserve to know how much you mean to me, how much your support has changed my life, and how deeply Enchanted by the Alpha exists because of you.When I started writing this book, I was not in a perfect place. I wasn’t sitting in a peaceful room with everything figured out. I was writing through exhaustion, through uncertainty, through moments where life felt heavier than I could carry. Writing was not just a hobby for me it was my escape, my therapy, my hope. It was the one place where I could breathe when everything else felt overwhelming.I never imagined that people would not only read my story but love it, support it, and invest their t
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