The Alpha's Cursed Bride

The Girl Nobody Sees

Emily's POV

The mop hits the stone floor before I even open my eyes.

I learned a long time ago to wake up with my hands already moving. If my brother's Beta finds me still in bed past five in the morning, the day gets very painful, very fast. So I rise before the sun, I mop before the birds, and I try to get through each hour without being noticed.

My name is Emily. I am twenty two years old. And I have been a servant in this pack house since I was six.

That was the year of the fire. The year my parents died. The year my brother stood over me in the smoking ruin of our sacred hall and told everyone that I did it, that my power had sparked, spreaded and taken them both. I was too young to defend myself, too small to fight back. Too scared to even cry.

He had my wolf locked away three days later.

A pack elder performed the binding and I felt her go quiet inside me. One moment she was there, warm and present, like a second heartbeat. Then she was just... still. Like a candle someone had pinched out.

I have not heard from her since.

"Emily!" The voice chinks through the hallway like a whip. I know it without looking. Beta Jayden, my brother's second and the one who takes the most pleasure in reminding me of my place. His boots hit the stone fast and hard as he rounded the corner. "Did you clean the east wing yet?"

"I was about to start," I say quietly, keeping my eyes down.

"About to." He laughs, but there is no warmth in it. "Alpha Aden is receiving a very important guest today. Ironblood Pack's Alpha is coming here personally, do you understand what that means?"

I do not answer. Answering when he does not expect it usually makes things worse.

"It means," he continues, stepping close enough that I can smell the coffee on his breath, "that this house needs to look perfect. And if it does not, I will know exactly who to blame."

He walks away. I breathe again.

I had heard the name Ironblood before. The pack members muttered it in the halls the way people whisper about storms with fear dressed up as respect. Alpha Lucas of Ironblood was said to be the most powerful Alpha alive. His pack never lost a war. He never lost a fight and he had silver eyes, which everyone knew meant his wolf was something different, something old.

I did not care about any of that. Powerful men came and went through this house, none of them had ever looked at me twice.

I finished the east wing in just under an hour. Then the great hall, again the guest corridor. By the time the morning light was gold on the floors, I was already invisible again, just the girl with the mop and the hollow chest and the eyes that stayed low.

There were days when the work was almost a comfort. When the repetition of scrubbing and folding left my mind too tired to feel anything. But there were other days like today, when the silence in my chest felt unbearable. The place where my wolf used to live was not just empty, it ached like a missing tooth your tongue keeps finding. I had tried to stop noticing it, the way you try to stop noticing hunger when there is no food. But sixteen years had not made it easier. If anything, it had gotten worse. Some mornings I could almost hear her… a faint warmth, a flicker and then nothing. Just the same heavy quiet pressing in from all sides. I swallowed it down the way I always did, and I kept my hands moving.

I was wringing out the mop in the back passage when I heard the cars pull up outside. Deep, expensive sounds. It was the kind of cars that carry people who do not have to explain themselves to anyone.

I always told myself not to look.

But something strange happened.

Something pulled low in my ribs like a hook catching on a bone. A feeling I did not recognise and could not name. I pressed my back to the wall and breathed through it.

It passed. I told myself it was nothing.

I grabbed the mop and went back to work.

It was nearly midday when Beta Jayden found me again. He grabbed my arm without slowing down and pulled me toward the great hall.

"Alpha Aden wants water brought to the meeting room. Now, don't speak and don't look anyone in the eye. Get in, put the tray down, and get out."

"Okay," I said silently.

He shoved a silver tray into my hands and pushed me toward the hall doors.

I kept my breathing steady and also kept my eyes low. I pushed the heavy door open with my shoulder and stepped inside.

Four men sat around the long table. My brother at the head, Jayden to his left, two strangers across from them. I recognised the stranger nearest the window immediately by the way the room felt different around him. The air was heavier. My skin prickled.

I did not look at his face. I walked straight to the table and set the tray down with careful hands.

I was three steps from the door when his voice stopped me cold.

"Wait."

It was not loud and it did not need to be. It was the kind of voice that rooms listen to whether they want to or not.

I froze.

"Turn around." Not a request.

I turned slowly, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"Look at me."

I had been told in my whole life to keep my eyes down, to make myself small and to disappear.

But something in his voice made my chin lift before I could stop it. And when my eyes met his silver eyes, sharp, and completely still, I felt it again.

That pulled deeper this time like something inside me had been asleep for sixteen years and was only now in this moment, beginning to wake up.

My heart was beating too fast. I could feel my brother's stare from across the room like a blade pressed between my shoulder blades. ‘A warning, a threat, say nothing, be nothing, Disappear.’

I heard the scrape of a chair, footsteps slow, unhurried. He was walking toward me and every step made the air in the room feel thicker and heavier. The prickling on my skin spread up my neck and across my jaw.

I had no wolf to tell me what it meant. No instinct to translate it, just my body reacting to something I could not explain and had no name for.