LOGINDESDEMONA.
I woke up from the creaked opening of the door, I was still naked lying on the floor and the maid was walking all over me as if I was not in the room.
I picked the fresh new garment placed beside me, and wore it.
“Here is your food,” Celeste said as she put the food on the floor. She is one of the maids assigned to me, but I am more like a maid myself, so she looked down on me.
“Thank you,” I said faintly as I take the food and start eating, I am already staring, and my body aches from from yesterday beating
The porridge was cold, and tasteless. It tasted more terrible than the one I used to have. I am sure that it is the food from yesterday. Despite knowing that I still forced it down. My stomach growled from the pain of staving, so I didn’t have the right to complain and gulped it all down without hesitating. Every bite makes it more terrible, even dogs shouldn't be given this kind of food.
Celeste scoffed, crossing her arm as she leaned on the wall. “You really think you belong here, don’t you? Pretending to be a daughter of this household. You should be grateful they even let you eat.”
Her words cut deeper than the bruises on my skin. I lowered my head, swallowing food and shame together. Maybe she was right, I am nothing more than their slave, even a slave is treated better than me, at least they get to eat good food, and fresh silk cloth.
I touched my swollen lip gently. My ribs ached when I moved slightly away from my previous position.
“Ahh…..” I groaned, but I kept eating. I would faint before the day ended if I didn't eat. I am already weak as it is, so I can't afford to faint again.
I could still feel the pain from yesterday, the servants dragging me by my hair, and beating me up to a pulp, while Selene watched, with a satisfying smile on her face, she did not even care to hide it. They called me a thief, a liar and a disgrace, but no one cared to hear me out. Why would they? I was the unwanted one.
When I finished, I placed the empty bowl carefully by the door, where I always did. My hands trembled, as I hugged my knees, wishing the floor would swallow me.
I heard voices outside, harsh, loud whispers. They are talking about me. Yet again, I know I should have gotten used to it, but no one can get used to being badly spoken about.
“They’re casting her out today.”
“Yes… she is going to cast an evil eye on all of us if she is not cast out soon.”
“The Alpha will take her. Maybe that will finally rid us of the bad omen she brings.”
My chest tightened. My hands grew cold. Cast out. Sacrifice. The words spun around me like knives.
So it was true. Selene wasn’t only mocking me yesterday. She had warned me, but with twisted delight.
Today… Today I will be gone.
Celeste rolled her eyes and picked up the bowl. “You should come and work today at Lady Selene's wedding, you should at least help with the chores, but don't show yourself, work in the corner,” she warned before walking away.
I knew what she meant by work in the corner. I wasn’t allowed to be seen. I was a bad omen, a curse. They only kept me around as a slave, I should not be seen. Especially not on days like this, on Selene’s wedding day.
If anyone caught sight of me, stepping too close to the celebration hall only God knows what would happen to me again.
My body still ached from the pain, but I knew I had no choice, if I didn’t show up to work, they would drag me out by the hair and make me do harder work.
I lowered my head, like I always do, whispering to myself “Endure, Desdemona… just endure.” Yes, that's what I have been doing. Enduring.
The wedding hall was full of laughter, and the sweet smell of roasted meat.
Selene looked like the beautiful goddess they always said she was, her silky white gown and pearl make her stand out, her smile brighter than it used to be. People cheered and clapped for her. She looked perfect, flawless, everything I could never be.
I stood far away in the corner, where I belong, half of my body hidden behind the pillar with a tray in my hand. I bow my head low, my eyes on the floor, I dared not to look at her for too long, I don't want to cast bad omen on her.
I know I didn't belong here, I have never belonged anywhere, and I wanted to disappear before anyone remembered I existed.
Even in the noise, I caught the whispers from the guest present.
“That cursed girl shouldn’t be here.”
“She’s bad luck. If she’s seen, she will be a misfortune for Selene's wedding.”
I swallowed hard, pressing myself deeper into the corner, praying I could vanish.
The celebration dragged on until the moon rose high, and the sun fell into the night. And when it was over, when Selene was carried away to her new husband, my heart almost loosened with relief. I thought maybe I had gone unnoticed. Maybe I would be spared this time.
I was wrong.
A rough hand gripped my arms from behind. I gasped, dropping the empty tray as I was yanked into the open. The music had already faded, but the voices of the villagers rose again—this time sharper, crueler.
“There she is!”
“Dragging her bad luck into a holy union!”
“Get her out before she curses us all!”
The seer stepped forward. “She must be cast out today, to wear off all the bad omen.”
“Please…..” my voice cracked and came out almost as a whisper.
“The cursed mark on Desdemona has awakened and fate demands that she be given to the Alpha of the Northern Wolves as a peace offering,” the seer said, not listening to my pleading voice.
They pulled me by the hair, the stones scraping my knees as I fell. My eyes searched for my mother, she was in the crowd smirking, as if she had been waiting for this day all my life. I know she has been.
Celeste tried to shield me, but they shoved her aside, and dragged along with me. my tears mixing with dust, my body weak from yesterday’s beating.
Torches lit the path as the crowd roared, spitting, hurling words. “Take her to the wolves! Let the beasts feast on her blood! That’s where a curse belongs!”
“Take her away!”
I glanced at my mother for the last time as I was being dragged away by the crowd.
“Please…..stop!” Celeste covered me with her small body. crying out, begging them to stop, but no one listened.
The gates of the village opened steadily, to the dark forest, the territory of the werewolf pack, no one dares to go there, it is a forbidden place, yet I am being casted out there.
They threw me into the dark as if I were nothing but waste. Celeste rushed to my side, holding me.
“Someone like her should not be allowed to stay here, cast her away!!”
“Yes, send her away, she does not belong here,” I heard another growling voice in the crowd.
“Stop!!”
My eyes lit up, in a glimmer of hope.
DESDEMONAThe silence after Diane’s burial followed me back to the pack house.I have been visiting there more often, just to stare at her grave. I blamed myself countless times, wanting to go back and stop it all from happening.Beta Theodore words clung to my skin, heavy and cold, seeping into my bones. He has come to me again, but to warn me to stay away.He wanted to protect his pack and I failed to protect someone that had always cared about me.I still remember him saying Diane is not innocent. I know Beta Theodore all words matter and it has a meaning to it. I kept on wondering what he meant by that.Wolves bowed as I passed, their eyes filled with something I couldn’t name, pity, fear, reverence. I didn’t acknowledge any of it. I kept my head down and my steps steady.I don't want this, not their pity or fear, all my life I have always been treated like garbage. A useless child you my parents. Cursed child to my village.Inside, the halls were quieter than usual. Too quiet.I
ALARICI stood by the door and noticed something was wrong.Desdemona did not look at me when I entered the room.She sat by the tall window, the gray morning light spilling across her pale face, her hands folded neatly in her lap as if she had been placed there by someone else. No chains. No guards. No fear trembling through her body.Her gaze stared into the empty space, looking at everything else except for me. As if she is deliberately ignoring my present.That unsettled me more than her screams ever had.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, alert. The bond between us, once sharp and screaming, felt… muted. Not broken, but thinner. Like a thread stretched too far without snapping.“Desdemona,” I said quietly.She turned her head then, slowly, as if my presence required thought before acknowledgment. Her eyes met mine, and for the first time since Diane’s death, there was no accusation in them.No grief either.“Yes, my Alpha?” she replied.The words were polite, controlled a
DESDEMONALord Kieran’s arms were steady around me, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t cling either. I stayed there, frozen, my face pressed against his chest while my body slowly forgot how to feel safe anywhere else. His scent was unfamiliar, not Alpha, not pack, not possession. Just… human. Quiet. Gentle in a way that felt almost wrong.His hand rested at my back, not possessive, not demanding—just there, as if he was afraid that if he let go, I would finally fall apart. I stared past his shoulder at the dark window, at my reflection that no longer looked like me. My eyes were hollow. My face is thinner. The girl staring back looked like someone already halfway gone.I wondered how nice it would be if Diane were still here.The thought crushed me.My chest tightened, and I pressed my head deeper into his shoulder, breathing him in, not because I wanted him, but because I didn’t want to be alone inside my own head.I had almost killed myself.The realization came quietly, without drama.
ALARICI watched Desdemona break, slowly. Piece by piece.I felt her pain like it was branded into my bones, into my wolf’s chest. Every time she stared into nothing, every time she sat too still, every time her eyes lost that spark she once carried, it felt like punishment carved directly for me.I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her she was safe, that no one would ever touch her again.But I realized something bitter.Everything happening to her was because of me.So I stayed where I belonged–in the shadows.I protected her from a distance, appearing only when it was necessary. When danger circled too close. When the pack grew restless. When whispers became sharp enough to cut.Still, I watched quietly from the corner of her suffering.“Alpha, you need to stop this before it gets out of hand.”Beta Theodore’s voice cut into my thoughts as he entered my office without waiting to be announced.I didn’t turn immediately. My gaze stayed on the wind
DESDEMONA“Alaric,” I called, my voice barely above a whisper.He leaned in. “What is it?” he asked.I pulled him closer, resting my head against his chest. I didn’t know what came over me. For no clear reason, I felt comfort in his embrace, dangerous, unwanted comfort.Silence. His hand stroked my back gently. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t tighten his grip either. His touch was light, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he held me too firmly.…..When I opened my eyes, he was gone.I sat up on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. The room felt empty in a way that screamed. Tears fell before I could even think about stopping them. Before I could even think about Diane.She died because of me, and I was still here. Breathing. Living.My chest tightened violently, the air refusing to enter my lungs. I gasped, my breaths shallow and uneven, my chest rising and falling too fast. I pressed my hand against it, trying to ground myself.Breathe.Just breathe.The doo
DESDEMONAI held Diane in my arms, trembling. My voice cracked as I teared up. I almost forgot how to breathe; my chest tightened.All of this happened because of me. I should have stayed. I should not have run away.I held tightly onto her cold body. Alpha Alaric stared at me, his lips pinned together. He didn’t say a word or console me.He stayed with me, but I wanted him gone forever. He had always wanted this. He treated me like trash. I was hated by his court. His wolves hated me. And Beta Theodore planned all this.I glanced at Beta Theodore, but his eyes were as cold as ever, unbothered. His lips moved slightly.Did he just smile at my pain?He is a beast.“Desdemona, we need to go back before they attack again,” Alpha Alaric’s voice cut into the cold air. I saw his care, but I didn’t care about getting killed right now. The only person who had ever liked me for who I am was killed in cold blood just to protect me.No response. I sat there calmly. Tears vanished from my eyes.“







