His Human Maid, My Eternal Queen

Madeline’s Pov My parents hid me within the hollow bark of an ancient oak while the world burned around us. They were children of the Goddess, a royal bloodline of kings, yet they died like common prey just so I could survive. I grew up in the shadows, a lowly servant to a pack that blamed me for every plague and every drought. After all, I had kept my wolf hidden. But all of that was about to change. “Just a few more hours... just a few more!” I repeated the mantra over and over in my head like a prayer. Today was my eighteenth birthday. In our world, eighteen didn't just mean shifting for the first time; it meant the fulfillment of a promise made by Caleb, the future Alpha. "Whether you are my fated mate or not, I will mark you as my Luna," he had sworn to me when I was sixteen. He was my only sanctuary, my only shield against the relentless humiliation of servitude. Before entering the mansion, I caught my reflection in a stagnant puddle. I possessed the ethereal beauty of m

“Look at me!” he commanded, one hand tightening around my throat. “Look at me and understand that this means nothing.” I held his gaze. There was blood on my lips, and my smile was a challenge. “You will never be my Luna,” he hissed into my ear. “You will never have a place by my side on the throne. You will die as a shadow in these cells.” “We’ll see who ends up on their knees, Alpha,” I whispered back. James let out a guttural roar—a mix of desire and hatred. For a second, I thought he would either kiss me or kill me. But he recoiled as if my skin were poison and stormed out of the cell, leaving me shaking with a rage that would soon become my greatest weapon. The grayish morning light filtered through the slit in my cell, a reminder that I was still alive, though every muscle in my body screamed in protest. There was no time to process the midnight encounter with James; before the sun had even fully risen, guards were already rattling the bars. They took me to the wa

"Do you want to take a picture, or are you going to finish your job?" James asked, his voice cutting through the air with a coldness that snapped me back to reality."I’m sorry... I... I slipped," I managed to stammer, feeling my eyes prickle with the sting of humiliation.He remained silent for a few agonizing seconds. In the quiet, I could feel my own body betraying me, reacting to his overwhelming proximity."I don’t have time to request another maid," he finally said, his voice now devoid of any warmth. "So get up and dress me."With a jolt, I scrambled to my feet. My legs were trembling as I began to help him into his clothes. My fingers accidentally brushed against his skin, it felt like cold steel, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. My hands shook so violently I could barely manage the buttons of his trousers.I was about to grab his shirt from the sofa when, suddenly, James seized my wrists, pinning me against his rock-hard chest. The impact knocked the wind out

The silence of the room was shattered by the crash of glass breaking against my feet.Everything was a damn mess; wine splattered everywhere, and a bitter sigh escaped my lips.Why did everything have to go wrong for me? With trembling fingers digging into the carpet, I tried to pick up the remains of the vase that the intruder had knocked over."Damn it..." I whispered, feeling the sharp sting in my palm.In seconds, blood began to gush from the deep wound in my hand, staining the carpet crimson.I stared at the thick, glistening blood while tears streamed down my cheeks. I wasn't crying from the pain, but from all the humiliation I was enduring in that moment.I felt so damn human in a den of wolves who were only waiting for a mistake to devour me. However, in the midst of my pain, a loud shout made me shudder."MADELINE!" James’s roar echoed from the hallway, making the walls vibrate.His voice wasn't human; it was a growl of pure agony and blind fury. I heard his heavy footsteps g