เข้าสู่ระบบArabella POV
I didn’t argue again, there was no point. I took the box and turned away, walking back to my room. I placed the box on my bed and lifted the lid slowly, revealing the red gown inside. It was stunning. It wasn’t the soft, timid kind of color I was used to wearing. This red was deep and bold, enough to command attention without asking for it. It didn’t feel like something meant for me. I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the dress, a quiet knot forming in my stomach. “Arabella!” My shoulders stiffened. “Hurry up” “I’m coming” I stood up and lifted the gown out of the box carefully. The fabric was soft and heavy in my hands. It looked too expensive. Too beautiful. I hesitated for a moment before starting to undress. If I delayed any longer, she would come in herself and that would be worse. Slowly I slipped into the gown, careful not to pull too hard on the delicate fabric. When I finally turned towards the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. The red made me look different, my skin looked paler and my eyes larger. I swallowed. “Arabella!” Her voice came again and I sighed. “I’m coming” I yelled back as I quickly made my way towards the door. When I stepped into the living room, Sophia’s smile vanished from her face. For a brief moment, she just stared at me, her eyes moving slowly from my shoulders down to the hem of the gown like she was inspecting something she didn’t like. “It’s nice” she muttered, tossing her hair back like nothing had happened. “Well” my stepmother’s voice cut through the silence. “Don’t just stand there, we need to leave soon” I nodded quietly. Just as the silence settled over the room, a sharp knock sounded on the door. All of us froze. “Were we expecting anyone?” My stepmother asked, a small frown settling on her face. No one answered. My father moved first, walking towards the door with slow steps. He opened the door and a man in a perfectly fitted black suit stood outside. “I’m here to escort the Hart family to the ball” He announced and my stepmother let out a soft gasp. Sophia’s eyes lit up instantly. “I knew it” she whispered, a pleased smile spreading across her face. “Of course Lucas sent a car” The driver moved forward, opening the door and Sophia climbed in without hesitation. My stepmother followed after her. My father gestured for me to go next. I paused for the briefest moment before stepping forward and sliding into the seat. The ride was quiet at first but Sophia eventually filled the silence, talking about how everything was finally falling into place, how tonight mattered to her as the future Luna, how people would see her. My stepmother hummed along, pleased. I stared out the window. The streets changed as we drove, smaller homes replaced by wider roads, taller gates. My chest tightened the farther we went. Then the gates appeared. They opened slowly, revealing an enormous long driveway. At the end of it stood the enormous mansion. It was beautiful. I swallowed nervously. This was Alpha Hale’s home. We stepped out of the car and I could feel eyes on us. Whispers started before we even reached the steps. As we stepped inside, the doors swung open to reveal a beautiful decorated grand hall that stole my breath. Laughter, Music, the soft clicks of glasses filled the hall. The mansion was overwhelming, high ceilings, marble floors, enormous chandeliers. Sophia walked ahead confidently, her arms linked with my stepmother’s as they soaked in the attention. I felt out of place. Just as I turned to leave, a familiar hand suddenly grabbed me. “Arabella” he murmured and I froze.Arabella POVI didn’t argue again, there was no point.I took the box and turned away, walking back to my room.I placed the box on my bed and lifted the lid slowly, revealing thered gown inside.It was stunning.It wasn’t the soft, timid kind of color I was used to wearing. This red was deep and bold, enough to command attention without asking for it.It didn’t feel like something meant for me.I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the dress, a quiet knot forming in my stomach.“Arabella!”My shoulders stiffened.“Hurry up”“I’m coming”I stood up and lifted the gown out of the box carefully. The fabric was soft and heavy in my hands.It looked too expensive. Too beautiful.I hesitated for a moment before starting to undress. If I delayed any longer, she would come in herself and that would be worse.Slowly I slipped into the gown, careful not to pull too hard on the delicate fabric. When I finally turned towards the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me.T
Arabella POVMy room felt smaller than it ever had.I leaned against the door, pressing my palm flat against the wood as tears blurred my vision, slipping down my cheeks before I could stop them. I didn’t bother wiping them away. I was tired of pretending I was strong when everything inside me felt like it was breaking apart.Lucas.The name alone tightened my chest.I remembered the first time I met him, it was at a pack gathering three years ago. I was 19 and he was 21.Being the alpha’s cousin, Lucas was already a rising star in the pack. Tall, handsome and charming. He had that kind of presence that drew people in without him even trying.And me?I was the shy and awkward girl who didn’t belong anywhere. Our eyes met across the gathering and I’d felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Lucas had smiled and I’d looked away instantly, my heart racing so hard I thought everyone around me could hear it. That was the beginning of our love story.Over the next few months, we spe
Cassian POVShe thought I was a gigolo.The thought lingered long after the door closed behind her, echoing through the quiet suite like a private joke meant only for me.I let out a low breath… half laugh, half disbelief and shook my head.A gigolo.I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had dared reduce me to something so small, so… transactional. And yet, the way she’d said it… shy, panicked, already halfway out of the door hadn’t been insulting.It had been… fascinating.I crossed the room, poured myself a glass of water, then stopped short when I noticed the necklace lying on the bed. I picked it up carefully, She must have dropped it in her escape. The space still smelled like her… soft, warm. It was faint but unmistakable.I turned the necklace slowly, examining it.It was old and delicate silver chain. Nothing extravagant. Nothing meant to impress.I moved to the window, watching the city wake below. Somewhere out there, she was probably curled into the back of a cab.A c
Arabella…Morning came like a punishment.My head throbbed like a drum in a parade, each one reminding me of every glass I shouldn’t have had. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow, wishing I could disappear into the mattress forever.I tried to sit up, but a weight pressed against my waist, holding me firmly in place.Not my arm.I shot my eyes open.Unfamiliar ceiling. Unfamiliar sheets. Unfamiliar arm.Fragments of the night before came back to me in flashes… Lucas, the ceremony, Sophia’s triumphant smile. The bar. The stranger.Very carefully, I tried to slide away. The moment I shifted, his arms tightened, pulling me closer instead.“Running already?” A deep husky voice murmured against the back of my neck and I froze.I slowly turned my head and caught a glimpse of him over my shoulder.He laid behind me, his dark hair spilled messily on the pillow, a few strands brushing his forehead. His face… was devastatingly handsome, far more handsome than any man I’ve ever seen. One
Arabella…I didn’t know how long I ran.My feet carried me through winding paths and shadowed trees, far beyond the ceremonial grounds, until my lungs burned and my legs finally gave out. I collapsed against the trunk of an old oak, the rough bark biting into my palms as I slid to the ground.Only then did I let myself breathe.Only then did it hit me.I pressed a hand to my chest, as if I could hold my heart. It hurt too much, too sharp, too sudden. Lucas’s voice echoed in my mind.“I choose Sophia”A broken sound tore from my throat before I could stop it. I curled in on myself, drawing my knees close, the cold seeping through my dress. I didn’t cry loudly. Years of practice had taught me better than that. Instead, tears slipped silently down my cheeks, blurring the world until everything became shadows and ache.I had believed him.I had believed every whispered promise, every stolen moment, every time he told me I was different. That I mattered. That I was his choice.I let ou
Arabella POVMy life was going to change today.Today was the day of the succession ceremony and by the end of it, I would be mated to the one I loved. Lucas.But most importantly, today was the day I would finally be free from my abusive family.I lost my mother when I was young and my father had remarried not long after. He brought a new woman into our home, along with her daughter, Sophia. She was a year older than me, and from the very beginning, it was clear who mattered more.It was never me.My stepmother made it her mission to make my life miserable. Every broken plate, every small mistake in the house somehow became my fault. Even when Sophia was the one responsible, I was the one who apologized. I was the one punished.Eventually, I stopped arguing. I learned to accept the blame, to lower my head, to being the scapegoat for everyone’s mistakes. It was easier that way.And my father? He watched everything happen and did nothing.To them, I wasn’t a daughter. I was a servant.







