Life goes on, but ...

Azlynn’s P.O.V.

*Five years later*

Moving on after Xavion’s betrayal wasn’t easy for me, but I accepted my fate and returned to my old life. I had already angered my family with this adventure.

Even after five years, my dad hadn’t forgiven me for blindly following my first love. My brother Howard was my only supporter. He helped me recover from depression, bringing me back to life. I had completed my education just because of him.

After acquiring my degree in business and administration, it was the right time for me to start my own business. Working under Howard wasn’t a permanent solution for me. I wanted to pursue my career in sports, opening an agency for players. The current craze of ice hockey and football in youth was a great opportunity for business.

My proposal was prepared and like every time, I just needed my dad’s approval. Howard presented my case before him when he was working in the study at night.

“Dad, please take a look at our little princess’s proposal. She has come up with a brilliant business plan.”

As our family usually dealt in construction and hoteling business, the sports agency was a unique idea. But my dad didn’t consider my hard work and spoke.

“Ask her to go back to her room. No one should see her wandering in the palace.”

His cold response broke my heart, I protested. “I always stay cautious, dad. Why don’t you trust me?”

My daring to raise my voice grew my dad’s face ashen. Howard swiftly pulled me behind his back as he growled loudly.

“How dare you question my decision? Aren’t you aware of the perils attached to your identity?”

He raised an important point, pouring a bucket of cold water over my existence. I felt helpless as he continued icily.

“You are a rare white wolf, born under the haze of a prophecy. According to the Alphas’ pact, you shouldn’t be alive, princess.

Can you imagine the dangers if the word goes out about your presence in the world?”

My dad mentioned the darkest truth of my life, refreshing my deep wounds. I gazed at my white hair and sighed dejectedly. About three decades ago, an outstanding warlock, Oracle Delilah, predicted the future of the werewolf world. Her prophecy ruined my life before even my birth.

“After the death of the werewolf Alpha King, the supernatural world is divided into four Kingdoms. The three of them are ruled by the powerful werewolf Alphas, ensuring the safety of their race.

However, a white-haired girl with silver eyes will be born on 25th December to destroy the entire North Kingdom, bringing disaster over werewolf clans. She must be killed right after her birth to avoid this calamity.”

Call it the joke of fate, or the Moon Goddess’s heartlessness, I was born on 25th December, fitting to the criteria of the prophecy girl. I was the one fated to bring doom over an entire kingdom.

My father, the emperor of the East Kingdom, was supposed to announce my birth and then kill me. But my mother’s love tied his hands as she requested him before dying.

“Please keep our daughter safe!”

My mom died shortly after my birth, giving me a new life. Dad couldn’t ignore his mate’s last wish and protected me. I lived in hiding, staying all my life in the solitude of my room in dad’s palace. That was the reason I hardly got the permission to study in the South University last time.

And here we were, begging him to let me start my own business now. It was pointless to live in the shadows when people almost forgot the prophecy in the modern times.

“Dad, our little princess can conceal her identity like the last time and work easily. She didn’t get caught in Lake city before.”

The capital of the South Kingdom, Lake city was a business hub, welcoming outsiders with an open heart. Going there again was my best shot, but my dad refused to listen to us.

“I, King Vindel Burdock Ambrosia, isn’t stupid to fall for your tricks. Princess isn’t leaving the palace, and that’s final.”

His plain refusal hurt my Alpha ego, short circuiting my brain. I was going to raise my voice when Howard took out his trump card, changing the whole scenario.

“Dad, keeping our princess in captivity isn’t the solution. You know she can live a free life if her mate is by her side. Tell me, how is she supposed to find her soulmate in confinement?”

After my birth, my dad sought magical assistance, secretly looking for a remedy. A kind-hearted witch named Alicia calculated my fate from the stars and told him.

“Even if the entire North Kingdom is her enemy, your daughter’s mate will save her. He will free her from the dark shadows of foreshadowing.”

So, my mate was my dad’s kryptonite, and Howard used it at the perfect moment, outclassing his rival. Dad had no choice but to sign my proposal file after this.

“Fine, you can go to Lake city and resume your life as Azlynn Eastwood. But Hayley won’t go with you. She will stay in the palace.”

What?

Leaving Hayley, the reason for my sanity, was a heart-rending decision for me. But I agreed for the sake of our future and said,

“I will do as you say, dad.”

...

Howard helped me set-up for my new company, CA corporation, hiring the eligible staff. He was one step ahead of our dad in cautiousness as he registered his trusted assistant, Dalyeza as my agency owner.

“As you will live as an omega here, being a CEO will garner unnecessary attention. So, Daleyza will be your boss, tackling the agency’s issues in public. You can’t blow up your cover.”

Although I didn’t wish to work as a secretary in my own office, Howard’s arrangement left no room for discussion. I met Daleyza and became a fan of her friendly nature. She was a delicate girl of my age, dedicated to serving the east royals. We got along quite effortlessly.

Our friendly duo completed the formalities in a record speed, starting out business. We invited media representatives for a press conference at the inauguration ceremony.

Due to Howard’s influence, our small company got plenty of attention, journalists from every prestigious media platform attended the event.

“Why do you think that your CA corporation can stand a chance among successful agencies, Miss Daleyza?”

As the owner, Daleyza was facing tough questions from the press, I was instructing her for answers through a hearing device. She was handling them like a pro.

In this public event, I was ignored just like we wanted, my cinnamon omega scent even offended some guests in the hall. Everything was under our best control until a girl raised a query.

“Have you planned to approach the football star, Xavion Waller, for this season, Miss Daleyza?”

The deafening silence engulfed the whole room in a jiffy, leaving me aghast. I was frozen to my spot, unable to react to this question.

The scenes of my heart-rending past came crashing to my mind, stabbing my chest with a silver blade. Suppressing my agony, I could only utter an incoherent response.

“No! We will never sign him!”