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Alpha Kier hasn't found his mate and he has given up on finding her. I thought that meant I had a chance. I thought that meant one day, he'll notice me in my rags, hiding by the corner, watching him as always. But no. He's having Alpha females over to pick a suitable woman to mate with and make his Luna. And me? I'm right here, washing the plates the invited maidens will dine with. Every glass plate clangs loudly as I dump them in the sink, visibly vibrating with indignation. I can't deal. I really can't deal with this. Why can't I be his bride? Because I don't have Alpha blood running through my veins? Because I haven't shifted yet? Because I'm not beautiful enough? Mother used to say I have the most beautiful eyes; eyes that capture attention and hold it. Eyes that enchant and seduce. She said it could one day be helpful. I don't see how when Alpha Kier won't look at me."Do not make me whack you in the head, Jessamine! You break one more plate, you sleep in the stables!" The Chief Cook yells and I flinch at the vicious tone.Someone laughs not too far from me. Amelie, probably. "Reality finally hit her hard. Maybe she'll stop hovering around the Alpha like a leech now. Stupid." I bare my teeth at her and the others join in laughing. Everyone knows of my feelings except the actual person I harbor these feelings for. They call me stupid every day. They call me a fool. They call me insane for thinking I'll ever be noticed. There are women who flock around the castle just to get him to look at them. Beautiful women from powerful families and packs. They all want him. He is the richest, most powerful Alpha in Neredia. It also doesn't help that he has looks that should belong to a god. Looks that would befit only the mate of the Goddess herself. But that is not why I fell in love with him. "Hurry now! They're arriving!" I hear the Head Maid scream from outside, running in with her skirts raised with her hands. "Out with the dessert! Now! Jessamine, move from there! We need all the hands we can get!" I wipe a tear from my cheek as I abandon the dirty dishes, leaving my partner, Layana, with it. She gives me the evil eye, muttering something about how I'm a delusional idiot under her breath. I'm handed two trays and I find myself shoved in the line of maids headed towards the Grand Hall where the most important events are hosted. The air is leaving my lungs and my breaths are harsh and fast. Another tear drops from my eyes and I force my feet to move forward. I am shoved and pushed around until we reach the hall. It becomes even more difficult to breathe. The women are all so painstakingly beautiful, moving with a grace I will never dream of having. Their voices lilt and they giggle like gargoyles—if gargoyles ever giggle. They exude power, sophistication and. . . I want to stab something. I can’t have waited all twenty one years of my life for the Alpha to notice me, only to have him stolen away from me by one of these vain seductresses. Alpha Kier is mine. He just doesn’t know it yet. Call me delusional or sick in the head, but being an Omega doesn’t make me weak-minded. I can have dreams and desires. I can fight for what I love. I can be the woman I want to be. And the woman I want to be is the Alpha’s woman. My eyes scan the overly crowded hall, taking note of the seating arrangements of all the maidens on display with their full bosoms and waists cinched by corsets. I notice Beta Randale ticking names off the list and monitoring the new arrivals. I have a plan. Get used to those. My head is always full of crazy things that always end up putting me into trouble. My fingers slip on one of the saucers and tea spills on one of the contenders. She’s up on her feet immediately, tossing her fan in my face. It hits me smack in the forehead as she screams, “Stupid, do you have any idea how much the stones on this dress costs?!” “Sorry, I wasn’t—“ “Randale?” She calls out, bright eyes sizing me up with unhidden disgust. Beta Randale instantly appears by her side. “Do you teach your servants to speak back and insult your guests?” My brows furrow. “But I didn’t even—“ Beta Randale narrows his eyes at me and I know better than to keep talking. “Apologize to Lady Moira.” How about I empty the entire teapot on her glossy dark hair instead? Against my better judgement, and because I need to set my plan into motion before Alpha Kier and his mother arrive, I bow my head low in subservience. “I apologize for my shortcomings, Lady Moira. If there’s anything I can do to—“ The infuriating woman huffs a breath and brushes me aside, walking away from me in the middle of my apology. I raise my head a little and find Beta Randale’s scrutinizing gaze on me. I smile. He doesn’t return my smile. Just gives me a sharp look and says, “Not today, Jessamine. Behave.” He walks away, but my eyes are on the scroll in his hands. The scroll containing the list of eligible contenders for the position of Luna. I need to get my name on that list. “Don’t do it, Jess,” I hear Lovette say beside me as we set down the trays onto new tables. Lovette is my only friend in this place, and half the time she’s either chiding me or warning me about my intrusive thoughts. I blink innocently. “What do you mean?” Her brown eyes narrow at me and she wipes sweat off her chin. “You’ve got that look in your eyes again.” I smile sheepishly. “What look?” “The one that says you’re about to do something insane. I beg you in the name of the Goddess, please, not today,” she says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the hall behind her. I yank my hand from hers once we’re outside. “I’m not going to do anything.” I pout. “Nothing out of the usual at least.” She scoffs. “That’s what you said before you sneaked in through the Alpha’s window and got yourself locked in his bathroom. If I hadn’t been cleaning that day, you’d be rotting in the dungeons!” I slap my hand over her mouth. “What if someone hears you?!” She bites my head and I let go when we start getting funny looks from the maids and sentries passing by. Gripping her shoulders, I say in a hushed tone, “Just. . .cover for me. For five minutes after Alpha Kier arrives.” “Why?” Her eyes drift to the hall behind me and the preparations going on, as well as the maidens flitting about in voluminous dresses. “Hell no, Jessamine! Have you lost your mind? You mean to join the selection? You’re a freakin’ Omega. The first requirement was having Alpha blood!” I nibble on my lower lip nervously. “This is the best chance I’ll ever have at getting him to notice me and acknowledge me as something. He’ll look at me today, Lovette. He’ll really look at me and see me!” A small sound escapes Lovette’s lips. “Heavens, she’s finally gone mad.” I ignore her comment. “I literally have nothing to lose. He’ll either reject me or accept me—“ “Oh, he’s definitely going to reject you. What is wrong with you? This is no joke. If this goes wrong—which it will—you will get thrown out of the pack.” I hear her, but you can’t advice a woman who’s in love and has her mind made up. “Alpha Kier is worth the risk. Promise me you’ll help me. Please.” Lovette sighs. “I better not get in trouble for this, Jess.”Stealing the scroll turned out to be rather easily. All I had to do was instigate a fight between another contender and Layana, and Beta Randale came running, slipping the scroll in the back of his pocket. Grinning like a fool, I had taken it and squeezed in my name at the bottom corner of the page, right before Alpha Kier’s official stamp. Then I’d caressed the paper before returning it where I’d found it. I am lowering another tray of desert before another male—an Alpha in his mid-thirties who keeps looking at me like I’m his meal—when I feel it. The aura change in the room. The electricity cackling in the air. The hair rises on my neck and skin. I don’t know how, but I always know when Alpha Kier is near. His presence is as fundamental to my being as the air I breathe. I feel it my soul and body, jolts and crippling warmth. My heart beat speeds up to a point where it stops beating—if you understand what I mean. There’s his scent too. He smells like snow
Okay. Maybe I should have phrased that a better way. My fingers tremble as Alpha Kier rises from his seat of power, towering several heights above me. I have to tip my head all the way back to look at him, and as I do, I can’t help but think he’s the most beautiful man that exists. “What did you say?” His voice goes all the way to my stomach and the butterflies in it disperse quickly. “I said—“ My voice comes out as a squeak. I swallow and start again. “I said, I wish to be your Luna, Alpha.” His gaze pierces through me, seemingly searching into the depths of my very soul. “No, the last part. What was that?” The entire hall is so silent, you can hear the birds chirping outside, as well as the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside the hall. I can even hear my own heartbeat. It’s so loud, I’m sure the entire hall can hear it too. My lips part, but my tongue feels too heavy to repeat those words, confess what I feel to him. It shouldn’t be this h
I am the talk of the castle, and possibly the entirety of Neredia. That, however, is the least of my problems. The stunt I pulled had the Alpha’s mother, Luna Renae, order the Head Maid to multiply my chores, including clearing out the stables. I am not only the talk of the castle, I have become a laughingstock as well. Mad Jessamine, they’ve nicknamed me. Luna Renae’s aim is to keep me so occupied, I won’t be able to keep up with the tasks given to the contenders. I groan, tossing the rake into the wall. There’s a ball later tonight to celebrate the start of the selection. Tonight, Alpha Kier will take the hand of the most beautifully dressed woman in the gathering and gift her with a dance. The ball is mask-themed, to ensure everyone gets a fair chance. I don’t have a dress, or shoes, and I smell like horseshit. But I will attend that ball. It is the first step in my plan. An hour to the ball, I finish cleaning the stables and head back to the ca
* Kier.* I’ve never been one to fancy attending balls, but it comes with the seat of power. One would think that being the Alpha King would give enough leverage to avoid gatherings like this, but it is the exact opposite. “Lady Moira looks perfect, don’t you think?” mother whispers into my ear for the third time and I look in the direction of the woman. Yes, she was absolutely flawless. A woman of grace and upstanding. She bows her head subserviently as she accepts a dance from Alpha Dorian of the North Pack, and covers her lips shyly to hide her blush. Moira is the kind of woman my mother wants for me, and there is no doubt that she’d be the perfect choice. However, my wolf, Zephyr, doesn’t like her much. I do, though I can’t help but think she’s missing something. Not that it matters. The decision on who to make Luna has nothing to do with what I think. It’s all for the best of the pack. And right now, Moira seems to be that. The bes
Jessamine Had turning the Alpha down been a part of my plan? Yes. How else am I supposed to get him fall for me if I don’t make him see what he stands to lose? I’d be silly to think getting him to take my hand at the ball will lead to my happily ever after with him. I’m not that delusional. So, I plan to make him think about me all day long, see me everywhere—even in his sleep. Give him a taste of “Mad Jessamine’ and leave him hanging. “You dance surprisingly well, Jessamine,” Gamma Lloyd says, twirling me for the fifth time. “For what? An Omega?” I coo sweetly, gripping his jacket as we twist swiftly, matching the songs changing rhythm. I’m a great dancer. Mother used to teach me when she was still alive. Lessons after lessons, she would never miss one. Not even when we were starving and barely had food to survive on. It is almost as if she knew this day would come. The day her Omega daughter would dance in a room filled with high-class guests, Alph
Kier"Why are you mad? You said she was disgusting. I didn't think you would mind if I danced with her. You already rejected her," Lloyd says nonchalantly, perfectly aware that he's getting on my nerves.Annoyed, I hit my desk, fracturing the wood, and Lloyd looks up from the book in his hands. "You accepted a dance with her, right after she turned me down."Lloyd's eyebrows arches. "I fail to see what's wrong with dancing with a beautiful woman who, for once, isn't drooling over you." A pause. "Do you like her, Kier?""I do not." My response is instantaneous. Like her? Harbor feelings for a maid? How utterly disgraceful. I had been taken aback when she repeated those words to me. I love you, Alpha.In that moment, I wanted and needed in a way that defied reason. I danced with the most stunning being I have ever seen, touched her body that seemed to have been moulded just for me. Her finger grazed my skin and I shuddered, shivered. Her teeth nipped softly on my earlobe an
Jessamine. He gave her flowers. She's been mooning about it all morning, telling everyone who cares to listen that the Alpha handpicked the roses himself. Why am I mad? I know he hates flowers. They make him sneeze. But if he'd gone as far as handpicking the flowers himself, then he must really like Moira. And that makes competing against her even more difficult than it already is. "The first test," Luna Renae starts, unrolling a scroll, and her expression is stern as she says, "Wisdom and Leadership." Alpha Kier enters the hall and I make a point to stare only at his mother. The others are swooning, whispering, rising from their chairs and bowing. My heart's beating hard and fast, but he can't know that. I keep my expression neutral, uncaring, even if I watch him in my peripheral vision. He's staring in my general direction, but I can tell his gaze is fixed on me, the only woman who isn't fussing about his presence. Settling
Kier "This is getting out of hand, Kier," mother murmurs, tugging on the ropes of her robe tightly. "Word is spreading. The Alphas aren't pleased." I lean back against the door. "Let it be, Mother. They will come to accept my decision." "Whatever game this is, it isn't worth the disparities. Have her thrown out or I will," my mother warns, her weary gaze darting from the mirror to me. "Do you desire her?" "No, Mother." Her hazel eyes take me in. "Your eyes tell a different tale Kier, and you must work on that. Meet with Moira tonight. Or Helen. We all saw your exchange earlier. You must diffuse whatever gossip may arise from this before it even begins. It is not unheard of for Kings to covet...women of lowbirth--" "I do not crave her," I cut her off. "I will meet with Moira at your behest, but this will be the last you try to bend me to your will, Mother. I am not a child." Mother stiffens at the authority in my voice and her head