Mag-log inAreum was born pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl and cursed enough to be hated for his parents’ betrayal. The kingdom kept him alive only because he was useful to punish. He learned how to survive fists, insults, and the constant threat of being exposed for what he really was; an Omega boy in a place where that alone was a crime. When the palace signed a treaty with the feared Alpha of the North, the royal family hid their own daughter and forced Areum to take her place. Dressed as a bride, given a title he never asked for, he was sent into a marriage meant to keep peace between two lands. And when the Alpha began to notice him, too closely, too often, Areum realized the truth was getting harder to hide, and the consequences will be fatal if it slipped. Trapped between a mate who already rejected him, a husband who kept shifting from gentle to cold, and a kingdom that wanted his head, Areum must survive a palace that would rather bury him than let his secret breathe. This story is centered around Areum but it contains multiple people in love and multiple love stories, stay turned ^^
view moreRowan I burst through the main gates with Areum limp in my arms, his head lolling against my shoulder like dead weight, skin clammy and way too pale, every shallow breath he took hitting me like a punch because fuck, he looked half-gone already, that void-pain thing eating him from the inside even while he was out cold. The compound was buzzing, pack members clustered everywhere some on the steps, some spilling out from the mess hall, all staring, whispers flying fast and ugly the second they saw us. "Rowan actually did it, raided the bastards?" "Heard the Luna took the curse hit, idiot hero move." "Who's the girl? And that smug fucker trailing her like he owns the place?" I didn't stop, just barked over my shoulder at the nearest betas, "Clear the infirmary room now! Get the doc here, he's crashing hard!" One of them jumped, scrambling, "On it, alpha!" but the murmurs kept coming, louder, angrier, "We lost three good ones out there for what? A fake Luna and her babysitter?" "Yeah,
~Rowan~We sat there in that stuffy room for what felt like forever after he dropped his bomb about using Elara as a stand-in, me, Jace, Niki, and him hashing out the details like we were planning a heist instead of trying to save our asses from a pack meltdown, and yeah, it was tense, everyone throwing ideas back and forth, Jace cracking stupid jokes to lighten the mood but nobody really laughing because this was serious shit, life-or-death serious, and I kept glancing at Areum, his face all determined but eyes showing that flicker of hurt like he hated the idea of hiding but knew it was the only play."Alright, so Elara it is," Jace said finally, rubbing his hands together like he was excited, "but how do we get her without starting a full-blown war with her dad's pack? Because that's exactly what we don't want, right, more enemies?" I nodded, leaning back, arms crossed, "Yeah, but think about it, a mini war with them is better than civil war here, at least it's external, we can con
AreumI sat on the edge of the bed with my hands locked together so tight my fingers hurt, staring at absolutely nothing, thinking about everything at the same time, which was my least favorite mental activity because it always ended with either a headache or me saying something unhinged out loud and Rowan giving me that look like he loved me but was also preparing for chaos.Rowan kept pacing. He paced like a man whose world was one bad sentence away from exploding, boots hitting the floor too hard, turning too sharp, muttering under his breath like the walls personally offended him.“Stop pacing,” I said.“I can’t,” he snapped.“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”“I’ll replace the floor.”“That’s not the point.”He stopped suddenly and looked at me, eyes sharp, jaw tight, and for a second the room felt too small for the amount of tension sitting between us.“They know,” he said.“There won’t be an issue if the Elder does not open his mouth.”I exhaled through my nose, lean
Areum's POVI was curled up in the corner of the hall, knees to my chest, because being me meant that every five minutes the universe decided it was hilarious to put me in a position where I could either scream or pass out, and honestly, both sounded equally appealing right now. My chest was tight, my breaths coming too fast and too short, and I could feel Rowan right there beside me, his presence like a damn steel wall I wanted to cling to but also punch because panic doesn’t care about logic.The guard, yes, that idiot, the one who had eyes like a squirrel on meth and clearly no concept of personal boundaries was back, and I swear I could feel his smug grin all the way from here. He looked like he had just realized he might have actually screwed up, and I was supposed to find sympathy for him? Nope. Not today. Not ever.“Areum,” Rowan’s voice cut through the chaos, low and rough and terrifyingly calm, and I swear I almost lunged at him like a lifeline. “Look at me.”I tried. I real
~Areum~“Good.”“You sure?”I twisted my head, glared at him over my shoulder even though tears were running down my face now not sad tears, just overload. “If you stop I will literally murder you. Keep going.”He stared at me another second really looked. Then something shifted in his expression.
~Aruem~He started to pull at my shirt, but I slapped his hand away, growling low in my throat because no way was I letting him expose me fully yet."No! I said slowly , you big lug. It's fine it's hanging on by a thread, literally, but if you rip it off now, I'll punch you in the balls." I was hal
~Areum~I jumped on him like my life depended on it, legs wrapping tight around his waist, hands fisting into his shirt because that scent hit Rowan like a goddamn brick wall my heat, full blast, sweet and desperate and screaming all at once. His hands shot straight to my ass, gripping hard enough
~Areum~I thought the worst was behind us, you know? Rowan looking less like a zombie every day thanks to the slow-drip healer sessions, me pretending I wasn’t turning into a walking husk inside, Niki actually cracking jokes now instead of just nodding like a bobblehead, Jace being his usual smug s
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