Orphaned Queen Goddess

Celine POV16th BirthdayThe grip on my wrist tightens as my mother drags me forward, her pace relentless. I struggle to keep up, my legs stumbling over themselves as I try to match her determined strides.“Mum!” I cry out, tugging against her hold, desperation in my voice.“Keep moving, Celine!” she snaps, her voice low and feral. I catch a glimpse of her hand as it morphs, the fingers elongating into claws, fur sprouting along the knuckles. Her wolf is surfacing, her strength overpowering.“I don’t have a wolf!” I plead, my voice trembling. My chest burns as I push myself to keep up, but my body betrays me, and I collapse to the ground. She growls in frustration, her grip never faltering as she yanks me upright with ease. Her disdain cuts deeper than her claws ever could. She knows I can’t move as fast as her—knows I’m not like her. Yet here we are.We stop abruptly in front of a tall, foreboding building, its silhouette cutting sharply against the evening sky. The structure looms, i

Celine POV21 YEARS oldThe past week has been a blur of exhaustion, a haze of moments where the brothers barely left me alone. My body aches, my spirit even more so. When I first arrived here, I had my mother. She was my anchor, my only sense of familiarity in this oppressive house. But then, she died.Richard kept me after her death, claiming me like an object to be passed down. I stayed, not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. I became their slave in every way that mattered. The brothers—my so-called mates. That word feels hollow, a cruel irony. Mates are supposed to be equal partners. But here, it meant ownership and control.On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. Each of them used my body that night, taking turns, marking me in ways I didn’t understand but couldn’t stop. It wasn’t a one-time event. It became a routine, their presence in my room as predictable as the sunrise. Some nights, only one would come. Other nights, all three would be there, their desir

Celine POVDolton stays close, his presence overwhelming, his touch burning into my skin as if he’s trying to leave an imprint of himself on my soul. My arms remain wrapped around his neck, anchoring me to him, and I tilt my face up, searching his gaze. I want to tell him I’ll find a way to see him again, to keep him close even when I’m gone. But the words catch in my throat, silenced by the truth we both know. There’s no way to make this work. His brothers made it clear: there’s no future for us.His fingers slide through my hair, threading gently before tightening. The pull tilts my head back, exposing my neck to him. His lips graze the sensitive skin, soft at first, then firmer as he kisses his way downward. I feel tears prick my eyes, though I’m not sure why. I’ve fought them for so long, built my resistance into a routine, an armor of defiance that’s kept me from breaking entirely. But now, I wish I could go back—embrace every stolen moment, every touch. This is the end, and I kn

Celine POVThe chaos in the room makes my pulse pound, but I can’t move, pinned by Richard’s furious grip on Dolton. Wes and Alex hold him back as he thrashes, their strength barely enough to restrain him. Richard’s voice cuts through the tension like a whip.“You told her!” Richard snarls, his words dripping with fury. My heart stutters. It’s true. Everything Dolton said—about me, about the wolf I thought I didn’t have—was true.Richard’s eyes narrow on me, and before I can react, he storms forward and grabs my head in an iron grip. His hands feel like vices clamping down, and I scream as a searing pain blossoms in my skull, blinding and disorienting. My legs give out beneath me, and the only thing keeping me upright is the cruel strength of his hands.“No! Don’t make her forget!” Dolton’s voice breaks, raw and desperate as he struggles against his brothers. I hear him fighting, shouting, but my vision swims, and my mind feels heavy and hazy, as though submerged underwater.“Remember,

Celine POV The men push the dolly through the doorway, the wheels rattling loudly against the uneven stone floor. The cage bounces slightly, and I wince as the movement sends sharp jolts through my body. My fingers clutch the cold metal bars for balance, but I quickly pull back as they sear my skin again.We move deeper into the building, passing rows of shadowy figures standing in silence. Their faces are hidden beneath cloaks or masks, but I feel their eyes on me, piercing and invasive. Whispers trail behind us, hushed and speculative, their words unintelligible but laced with anticipation.Ahead, a raised platform comes into view. A single spotlight illuminates it, the stark white light creating harsh contrasts against the dark surroundings. The platform is surrounded by tiers of seating, filled with figures cloaked in darkness. The atmosphere feels electric, charged with something I can’t quite name. The men roll the dolly to the base of the platform and lift the cage, grunting w