The Alpha's Personal Lycan Maid

“Caroline?"Just as I was about to apply my final coat of eyeliner, I was interrupted by my uncle Mr. Xander's voice, shouting my name. He brought me a stunning gown and told me to get ready. We'd probably go out to eat for lunch.It was my twentieth birthday today. Orphanage life was far away from where I am right now. It was a cramped space, about the size of a small closet.Because they thought I was a psychopath, they kept me in solitary confinement. Just a nice way of saying I beat the snot out of everyone who irritated or annoyed me. Everyone called me a monster, including myself. When I was eighteen, a man who claimed to be my uncle showed up at the orphanage and introduced himself as Mr. Xander. He insisted on being descended from my father's family.The results of a basic background check confirmed the suspicions. To be honest, I still had my doubts. He explained that he had taken care of me when my father died, but I ran away from home at the age of four, and that's how I wo

Sighing, I replayed everything that had just occurred in my mind... As strange as it was, I couldn't help but wonder why on earth I was strolling through a forest... in the middle of the night... between two weirdos. It's possible that I longed to be duped. They told me that they were transporting me to Mystic Lake and that it was situated on the far side of Redwood Forest. Julie told me that the witches who lived so close to the lake kept regular people away from the area. The reason the witches lived here was revealed to me by Ryder, who entered the discussion. “It's a short walk to the water for them. They increase their magical skills by drinking the water from Mystic Lake. - In addition, the forest offers good cover from witch hunters.” Nodding my head in agreement, I realized what he meant. However, I was only able to concentrate on one thought at a time. I can't wait to see my mother for real this time. My heart surged with anticipation and pleasure as a crisp breeze blew

Around approximately a hundred trots of the horses, the cart made of wood and decorated with flowers came to a stop in front of a magnificent castle. As I crossed the path, I saw a board with the name of this country, "Xanthan," etched on it.I presumed these people weren't so affluent and abundant in riding cars or any other vehicles rather than boats, horses, and carts. It was comparable to the historical eras of the world inhabited by humans.On the other hand, the setting appeared to be exactly the same as Prythian. It was the same as before, encircled by mountains, woods, and settlements on all sides."Once upon a time, fifteen years ago, there was a battle. When your parents were killed in this conflict, you became separated from them." Ryder said this as he assisted me in getting up after he jumped from the cart earlier.I stared at him in confusion, unable to fathom what it was that he had just spoken. "What did you say?""Since that time, you have been a lone omega, going abo

To be honest, I felt a little like an automaton in that outfit with the white apron over the black dress and stockings. It was the very first time in my entire life that I wore a dress of that kind.I let out a long sigh, and then I stepped out of the room and looked around for the kitchen, which is where I was meant to get the juice from. I had no idea where Ryder had gone after abandoning me. He was undoubtedly a pest, but at the very least, he had a duty to keep an eye on things.The mango juice was ready in the kitchen, and it had already reached the fill line on the jug. I went into the adjacent room to get a glass and then poured the juice into it before setting it down on a coffee tray and proceeding towards the main hall, which was constructed approximately twenty steps in front of the kitchen.Since I was the most victimized by life, I joyfully accepted his absence. I moved over to the man who was standing there with his back against the wall. I asked him what was going on. P

The chamber I entered was decorated in the exact same way that the Alpha's room had been. The only notable distinctions were that this room had been painted in pink hues all throughout, and it featured a number of tall, adorable dolls placed strategically across the bed and other pieces of furniture. I looked for the one that was closest to me, and as I opened it, my mouth nearly dropped open. There was a room inside the closet; to be more specific, it was called a closet room. I had never before been in a room like that. Hangers and bags were the only things I ever knew how to live with. Even a simple closet was out of my price range. Before entering the room, I mumbled to myself, "This is wholesome," and grabbed a pair of trousers and a top, which are two of my favorite types of clothing. There was a wide variety of clothes, the majority of which were gowns, hanging in the closet. Everything he did was for his fiancee, who was destined to become the Queen. When it came to luck, a