LOGINMAYA
"I do not have strange powers," I told Maria, my voice shaking as I backed away from her.
Maria let out a sharp, cruel laugh that cut through the silent night air. "Oh yes, you do," she replied, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer. "I have noticed it. I see the way things break and move around you. But don't fool yourself, Maya. I can break both you and your strange powers whenever I want."
Standing there at the palace gate, a sudden, cold realization washed over me. I knew in my heart that I could not leave this palace. If I left, Maria would find a quiet way to kill Edward. She had just openly asked me to murder him for her—that meant his life was hanging by a thread. He had no one else to protect him.
For Edward's sake, I decided to stay back.
"I will stay back," I told her, lifting my chin and forcing my voice to sound firm.
A dark, wicked grin spread across Maria's face. "Oh, but you are not just staying, Maya. You will have to kill Edward slowly, just like we agreed. And now that you know my true intentions towards Edward, you are an accomplice. Either you do the job, or you die."
I didn't answer her. I totally ignored her threats, turned my back on her, and walked straight past the gates and back into the palace.
I rushed up the winding staircase and pushed open the heavy oak doors to our quarters. There was my Edward, lying on the big bed completely helpless. His broad chest rose and fell in slow, faint breaths, and his eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling, unmoving and silent.
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces at the sight of him. I ran to the side of the bed, threw my arms around his neck, and hugged him so tight, burying my face into the crook of his warm neck. Tears soaked into his linen shirt.
"I won't leave you," I sobbed quietly against his skin, listening to his faint heartbeat. "I took up this risk to return, all for you."
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the heavy burden settling onto my shoulders. I had to protect the two of us. I had to find a way to break this curse, and above all, I had to defeat Maria once and for all.
That same evening, I was in our room sitting beside Edward, gently wiping his face and chest with a warm, damp cloth. He lay still beneath my touch, his skin soft and pale.
The bedroom door creaked open without a knock. Maria walked in, carrying an aura of quiet dominance. She had on nothing but a thin, semi-sheer silky robe that hung loosely off her shoulders, revealing almost everything underneath. Her eyes swept over the room before landing heavily on me.
"Leave him," Maria commanded, her voice smooth and demanding. "Come here and suck my pussy."
My hand froze on the cloth resting against Edward's collarbone. A wave of disgust surged through my stomach.
"Let me clean Sir up first, please," I said quietly, keeping my eyes fixed on Edward's face, trying to buy myself even a few minutes.
"I said leave him!" Maria yelled, her voice snapping through the quiet room like a whip. "Come and attend to me right now!"
I swallowed the lump of bile in my throat and slowly stood up from the bed. I couldn't fight her openly yet—not while Edward was frozen like this, and not while the elders were waiting for any excuse to throw me into the cold wilderness.
I walked over to the velvet chaise lounge where Maria sat down, parting her robe. I dropped to my knees before her. Pushing my feelings of humiliation and revulsion deep into the dark corners of my mind, I leaned in.
I used my tongue and fingers, touching every part of her sensitive skin. I fondled her soft breasts, rolling my tongue over her hardened nipples, doing whatever it took to keep her satisfied so she wouldn't direct her malice toward Edward. Maria threw her head back against the cushions, her legs lifting up into the air as she screamed and moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the high stone walls.
She was thoroughly happy, her body writhing in pleasure, completely lost in the moment.
When it was over, Maria lay panting heavily on the lounge, her cheeks flushed red. She looked down at me as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Do you need some of the action?" she asked, her voice lazy and satisfied, gesturing toward my own body.
"No," I replied immediately, my voice flat.
Maria chuckled softly, reaching out to drag me up onto the edge of the mattress. "I love your pussy," she whispered, her fingers trailing possessively down my waist. "I love touching it and seeing it."
Without waiting for a response, she pushed me down onto the bed. I lay back on the soft sheets, staring up at the grand ceiling in dead silence, disconnecting my mind from my physical body while she played with my pussy until she was finally satisfied.
After she was done, Maria sat up, adjusting her silk robe as her dark, calculating gaze settled back onto my face.
"So," Maria said, her tone suddenly shifting back to business. "How do you intend to kill the Alpha?"
I sat up slowly, pulling my dress down and fixing my hair. I looked her straight in the eye, keeping my face completely blank.
"Leave it up to me to figure out a way," I told her quietly. "It has to look natural, or the elders will suspect something."
Maria searched my face for a long moment before letting out a soft hum of approval. "Good. Don't take too long, Maya. My patience has limits."
She stood up, swept her silk robe around her body, and walked out of the room, shutting the heavy doors behind her.
The moment the lock clicked shut, the silence of the room descended on me like a heavy weight. I walked over to the door, turned the key in the lock, and leaned my forehead against the cool wood, taking long, shaky breaths.
I looked across the room at Edward lying motionless in the dim candlelight.
Tonight, I made a firm, unshakable decision. I walked over to the bed, got down on my hands and knees, and pulled out the heavy leather tome from deep under the bedframe. The ancient scales on its cover seemed to pulse faintly under the light.
I sat on the floor beside Edward's bed, resting the heavy book on my lap. I was done being afraid of it. I was done letting it control me or tear my life apart.
I promised myself right then, I am going to read all the chapters of this book. Every single page, every single spell, every hidden secret buried within its ancient script. Either I die reading it and let the darkness consume me, or I unlock its true secrets and solve my problem. But either way, I will not sit by and let Maria molest me and destroy my Alpha for a second longer.
I took a deep breath, opened the book to the very first chapter, and let the strange, dizzying glow fill my eyes.
MAYA"Philomena," Edward called out, his voice a low, disbelieving whisper that hung heavy in the midnight air.Hearing that name roll off his tongue sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. That single word was how I knew, with sickening certainty, that the blinding moonlight and my ancestral magic had stripped away my cover. I had transformed back into Princess Philomena.A few feet away, lying broken in the dirt, Maria let out a strangled gasp. Her bloodshot eyes were wide with a terror deeper than any pain I had inflicted on her body. "You..." she choked out, her trembling, blood-stained finger pointing directly at my face. "It's... it's you..."They were all staring at me. Edward, Maria, and the few guards who had rushed into the courtyard after hearing the commotion, stood completely frozen, as if time itself had stopped.I panicked internally. I could feel the silver aura vibrating across my skin, burning through my veins like liquid fire. Desperate to hide my true face, I sq
MAYAI looked up into Edward’s amber eyes, watching the raw, desperate plea burning inside them. My chest felt so tight I could barely draw air into my lungs.I never knew he had this volume of love for me.All this time, I thought his heart was split between a dead princess and a manipulative Luna. I thought my silence had ruined whatever fragile bond we had left. But looking at him now—seeing an Alpha lower his pride, practically begging me to give him any excuse just so he could hold me again—the sheer depth of his devotion completely shattered my resolve.Now I had to tell him the truth. He deserved it. He was drowning in pain, and I held the only rope that could pull him out.But what is the truth?How could I possibly open my mouth and say, “Edward, I am Princess Philomena, the woman you buried years ago. I died, my soul was reborn in a maid’s body, and I spent five days bleeding over my old grave to break your spell”?If I said those words out loud, he wouldn't just think I was
MAYAMaria was winning.She had won against me when I was Princess Philomena, taking away my life, my title, and my future. And now, reincarnated as Maya—a quiet servant girl with forbidden magic—she was winning all over again.Every single morning brought a fresh layer of agony. The palace was filled with a heavy, suffocating tension. I watched from the shadows as Edward ordered the servants to completely redecorate the mansion.The pictures Maria had secretly taken down from the main lounge,Edward had caught her hiding it and went into a cold, ruthless fury. He didn't just order that single portrait restored to its rightful spot above the fireplace; he went straight into his private vaults and brought out dozens of hidden wooden crates of Philomena.Inside those crates were countless paintings, portraits, and photographs of Princess Philomena—of me in my past life.Out of sheer anger toward Maria, Edward insisted that the servants hang those pictures in every single corner of the ho
MAYAI stood there staring at my Edward, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it would burst right out of my chest. My eyes welled up with hot, emotional tears as I took in the sight of him—standing tall, strong, and healthy, his deep amber eyes completely clear and full of life. He was cured. He could see me.Without thinking, pure instinct took over. I let out a soft sob, rushed over to throw my arms around his neck, and reached out to hold him tight."Edward!" I cried out, my voice cracking with overwhelming joy.But before my arms could touch his chest, Edward stepped backward, putting a cold, deliberate distance between us.That sudden move made me pause mid-stride. My hands hovered awkwardly in the chilly air, freezing in place. My breath caught in my throat, a sharp, icy pang of hurt shooting straight through my chest. He had pulled away from me.Before I could even process the sudden rejection, two of the elders who had not yet left the hallway stepped closer, t
MAYA"You went to be with the pack boys!" Maria yelled at me the exact moment I stepped into the house.Her voice echoed violently off the high marble walls of the foyer, sharp enough to cut through the quiet air of the mansion. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted in a ugly mask of rage as she stomped toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the polished floor.I stood my ground near the entrance, holding my cloak around my shoulders. I was exhausted, but deep inside my chest, the newly awakened magic hummed like a quiet, dangerous storm. I looked past Maria's angry face, letting my eyes sweep across the long hallway.Something was missing.My gaze landed on the main wall above the grand fireplace. The large, elegant oil painting of Princess Philomena—the picture that had hung in this house for decades, staring down at everyone—was completely gone. In its place was a blank, pale square on the wallpaper."Where is her picture?" I asked, cutting right through her screaming. My
MAYA"You did it, my dear," Orlando said the moment I opened my eyes.I blinked against the sharp, blinding glare of the afternoon sun, my mind feeling hazy and disoriented. My limbs felt heavy, yet an electric, vibrating warmth was humming beneath my skin. I pushed myself up from the cold earth, shifting back into my human form and wrapping my dark cloak tightly around my trembling shoulders.I looked down at the earth beneath my feet, then over at the old caretaker who was standing above me with a wide, proud smile etched across his wrinkled face."Oh, the five days have already gone?" I asked, my voice dry and raspy, barely above a whisper. It felt like I had only closed my eyes for a few brief minutes to rest my tired soul.Orlando nodded slowly, his clouded eyes shining with a strange, ancient reverence. "Yes, child. Five full days and nights have passed while your soul walked the deep spiritual realm over your buried bones. You did not feel the passage of time, and that shows th







