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Cecilia's POV
“Attention, Alpha King Leopold Kingsley is taking in new slaves. All unmated virgin Omegas, aged eighteen to twenty-three, are ordered to report to the pack town square.”
My blood runs cold immediately after I heard the annnouncement. I stand there in shock in the marketplace, the basket of herbs spilling from my grasp.
Sophia. I had to find Sophia.
Without another moment’s hesitation, I start running back to my house.
Over the past few months, I have heard countless stories about the ruthless Alpha King, often ending in some poor slave being killed. It's no mystery why the palace is constantly on the lookout for new help. In the most private of whispers, some people call him a ruthless tyrant, others a cold-blooded monster.
Even though I'm a 17-year-old Alpha daughter who hasn’t been threatened by this royal order, my friend Sophia is an unmated virgin omega. Just as the ruthless King wanted.
Sophia and her mother, Diana, are Omega slaves of the Silver Moon Pack, which my Alpha father leads. But my father always treated Sophia and Diana like family.
After my mother died, I started to cherish everyone around me even more. So despite our different ranks, Sophia and I grew up in the same house, I see her as my sister.
I wonder if an Alpha can really go up against the direct order of the Alpha King himself, but we will definitely try.
I burst through the front door without any regard for knocking, gasping for breath. But what I see shocked me to the core.
My father is sitting at the head of our dining table, with Diana sitting beside him and Sophia facing him. They are laughing together and Diana is touching my father’s arm with her own hand.
Like a real family.
Were they always doing this while I was away?
My father's smile fades away the moment he spots me. “Cecilia? Finished at the market already? Why are you back so early?”
I find it difficult to breathe again. “The royal army is here. They're taking omega slaves. Unmated virgins between eighteen and twenty-three," I say.
My father’s face darkens. Diana audibly gasps, and I can hear the trembling in her breath.
Sophia turns as white as chalk. Her wide, frightened eyes fix on my father. “Dad, help me!”
The word hangs in the air like smoke. Dad. She said "Dad," not "Alpha William" or "Sir."
But my father didn't correct her.
"Please, William," Diana is crying, reaching out for him with her hand. "Don't let them take our daughter."
Our daughter. These words make no sense to me.
But my father didn't correct her either.
My father stands up, setting his jaw in determination. “ I won’t let Sophia go to that dangerous place. I promise you both.”
The next second, my father’s gaze fixes on me, sharp, calculating and cold.
What does that mean?
“Officers of the Royal Palace. Open up,” a gruff voice shouts from outside.
My father goes to answer the door. “Good evening. May I ask the purpose of this visit?”
“Good evening, Alpha William. We have confirmation of an eighteen-year-old Omega female living here. We need to bring her to the palace as ordered by His Majesty.” The officer checks a list in his hand. “Is there a… Sophia here?” He asks, looking past my father directly at Sophia.
To my surprise, my father puts a firm hand on my shoulder and pulls me in front of the soldiers. “This is Sophia,” he says. “This is the Omega girl you’ve come for.”
What is he talking about? “What?” I exclaim to the officers. “I don’t know why he’s saying this, but I’m his daughter Cecilia.”
My father turns to me, his face fierce. “You are lying, Sophia.” Then he turns to the officers. “She is our Omega slave. The other is my daughter Cecilia.”
The two officers nod and come forward, one taking each arm to escort me towards the door.
"Dad! Please!" I plead while being pulled away. "Tell them the truth."
When I glance at Sophia and Diana one last time, they almost look like strangers to me. Sophia is cold and detached while Diana seems satisfied.
Something finally clicks in my mind. What I just saw when I burst open the door. Sophia called my father "Dad". Diana asked him to save "our daughter". And... the fact that my father cares about Diana and Sophia even more than he cares about me sometimes...
There was something going on between my father and Diana. And Sophia...might be their daughter.
If that's true, they must have already been dating even before my father married my mother, because Sophia is a year older than me.
My mother, my beautiful kind Mother with her gentle hands and warm laughter, died when I was seven, taken away from me in a swift and troubling illness. Had she truly died from illness, or did something much darker happen to cause her to pass away?
Did Diana and Father want her gone?
Maybe there was a plan all along to get rid of me. My chest tightens with bitterness as I wonder if this whole accident was actually convenient for the people I used to call family.
I say nothing during the journey to the palace. Only two thoughts circle around my mind: 1. No one is going to trust my word over my father’s, but I will come back, no matter how long it takes. 2. I will uncover what happened to my mother, at any price.
As our carriage stops outside the palace, I’m startled out of my thoughts by a sudden intrusion: My inner wolf Lora’s presence. She’s been awakened by something I cannot fully sense as a human.
"Mate is near" Lora suddenly says.
Cecilia's POVWarren’s casual comment doesn’t seem to rile up Lora, but it sends me into nothing short of a panic.True Mate? What is he talking about?Lora, I ask quietly, hoping there’s no weird side of effect of his curse that will allow him to hear my private conversation with my wolf, have you sensed anything like that? Like what? she replies, still distracted by her new playmate.Our True Mates. They’re not Leopold and Warren, are they? I ask persistently.It takes her a moment to process what I’m saying to her, but finally she answers, albeit uncertainly.Do not know. Not sensing this… I usually wouldn’t keep prying, but I have to know. You said earlier that you felt your mate nearby. You mentioned that they seemed trapped. But you don’t think it’s Warren? She pauses before replying, Mate still nearby, just like before. And still can’t find him. Unfortunately, the trend of the day seems to be asking questions that only make me feel more confused.If Warren isn’t Lora’s mate
Cecilia's POVIn the darkness, I can’t stop trembling.The jig is up. I’ve answered Leopold’s wolf directly, and now it knows that I can hear its voice.So you do hear, the wolf says, low and gravelly.“Yes,” I whisper.Come back to the room, the wolf orders, and I slowly walk back towards the sleeping Alpha King’s chambers, my legs wobbly.Even though I know what’s happening now, it is still somewhat of a surprise to see Leopold there, his back to me, looking serene.“Your Highness?” I say quietly. My voice is hushed, but I feel as if it’s echoing all around the room.What is your name? the wolf asks, and I swallow hard before I can build up the courage to respond.“Cecilia,” I answer softly.Come forth, Cecilia, he says.The unasked question lies on the tip of my tongue: Are you going to kill me now?But what choice do I have but obey?Running isn’t an option; I’d be caught and punished immediately, and instinct tells me I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of the wolf’s merciful side
Leopold's POVSix months ago, my palace turned into a revolving door of concubines.I know it is only tradition, and that this is something of a rite of passage for every king until he finds his True Mate, but still, most days I find myself wishing they would all just disappear.The purpose of the royal concubines is to provide a young king with a variety of sexual outlets unto which he is able to direct his physical desires without having to make any sort of commitment.Once he finds a True Mate and makes her his Alpha Queen, the palace concubines are usually dismissed with a hefty sum as compensation for their time and service.But such things do not interest me. In fact, nowadays they bore and annoy me.That isn’t to say that I’m not interested in women.Landon started bringing in women when I turned eighteen, and for the first seven years of this, I was capable of interacting with them in the… intended capacity. I enjoyed sex, like any young man entering sexual maturity, and I eve
Cecilia's POVI eventually pry my way free of the crowd and make it back to the main palace, where I smooth out my clothes, scrub away a couple bloodstains on my skin, and redress in a rush.After rejoining the Alpha King in his room, he expresses modest approval that I was able to return in such a short time.“Follow me, please,” he commands, and I gladly oblige.Watching the king’s daily routine up close and personal is very different from hearing stories about him from my far-removed home in the Silver Pack.I obediently follow him throughout his day, keeping a respectable distance, of course.In his royal office, I observe as he diligently pens various decrees that allocate food, money, and other resources to the packs under his rule. His brow furrows with concern as he deliberates on a property dispute between two Alphas, and a wise look appears in his eyes as he signs off on a request for an open forum to resolve another pack’s complaints about their Alpha leader.To my own surp
Leopold's POVI watch a flurry of emotions flit across the face of my new maid, and keep my own expressionless.Reading body language isn’t exactly my strong suit, but I sense her unease. I almost wish I was more oblivious.“You hesitated,” I say, trying to sound less accusatory than I feel, and failing miserably. Although I don’t want to command with intimidation alone, I need to demand a certain level of respect from all of my subjects, especially those working in my palace.She needs to feel able to speak honestly to me when I call her to do so.“Are you afraid?” I ask.Cecilia closes her eyes slowly and opens them again, but is still unable to meet my gaze.“I am willing to serve you as a personal maid, Your Highness,” she replies, her words cautious.“That wasn’t what I asked,” I say. “Are you afraid? That I might kill you?”She finally looks up at me, making piercing eye contact. I feel my breath catch in my throat, in spite of myself. “I am nothing but honored to be granted thi
Leopold's POVThere is undoubtedly something strange going on with my new handservant.For months, I’ve ignored the dull ache in my shoulder. Between my rigorous training regimen and the fighting I’ve done in actual battles year-round, it’s become easy to overlook any specific pain. Everything hurts, more or less, all the time.But now, all of a sudden, a new slave that I’ve never even seen before arrives at the palace and immediately is able to tell that there’s an unhealed injury in my right shoulder?Something is different about her.It’s not as if I had no idea that I might be wounded somewhere, or that there was a certain way that my other slaves had performed my dressing that wasn’t right. Every time I had to be changed, I’d come out of a stupor to find another dead handservant on the floor.Obviously, something they had been doing was sending my wolf into a frenzy. I just hadn’t figured out what it could be yet.This new girl, however, managed to identify the location of the in







