LOGINAlina. "Why do you have this mark on you?" Alpha King Alexander asked, and I exhaled shakily, my body going stiff. That mark... "Is it... ugly?" My voice was light, barely above a whisper when I asked, and for once, with the charged air stripped from the room, I felt self-aware. Aware of how close we were, how naked I was and.. "No. It's... beautiful." Alexander's fascinated voice pulled me from my thoughts. He trailed the mark with one of his fingers, and, strangely, it sent a weird sensation down my body. Beautiful? If only I were convinced. For the longest time, I grew up hating that very birthmark. It was the shape of the crescent moon, slightly below my collarbone. I'd had it ever since I could remember. In the past, I used to really like it. I would gently caress it, especially out of boredom. But that changed years ago, in the orphanage, when we were showering. All it took was a simple accidental glance from a girl in the orphanage, and by the next day,
Alina. "You look familiar," He paused, his eyes holding mine. "Almost, like my long-lost sister." He added, and for some reason, my heart leapt. For a while, I just stared at him, at his eyes, at the almost familiar way that he smiled, and my heart ached in a very familiar way. Back then, I was told that my parents died in a burning house, and my nanny only managed to save me. You would think I was done hoping, right? Well, not really. Years of seeing happy and complete families left a distinct ache in my heart and I became wistful. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, I had a family out there.. "But it can't be." He mumbled, softly, almost to himself. "She is late." He revealed, and the pain in his voice cut in a familiar way. I understood that feeling too well. Years ago, in the orphanage, some children would be found by their real parents after years of separation. They would hug, laugh and celebrate, the reason for the separation no longer mattering at that moment.
Alina. 'We got this, Amy.' I looked at my reflection in the mirror and whispered, a shaky breath escaping from my lips. My makeup had been redone, and all in less than two hours. This time, I asked them to make it light, to only assentuate my features instead of overly covering my skin with exaggerated layers of foundation. My skin was already flawless, to begin with. This time, I was in a beautiful white dress, cowl neck, with a bare back and a slit that ran from my mind thighs to the very floor. It was made of rich silk, soft and breathable on my skin. Earlier, I looked beautiful, but this time, I looked different. Beautiful in a way that stood out, without even trying. 'We are beautiful, Alina.' My wolf whispered, her voice filled with awe, and I couldn't agree less. I had always known that I was pretty. I had been told so, countlessly. But for the first time, I actually felt pretty. For a moment, my eyes lingered on the white of my dress, and I teared up a
Alina "So you are his mate." She noted, her voice filled with barely masked contempt. "You are nothing special." She added, giving me a once-over, the look in her eyes saying everything I had been trying not to think about all day long. 'You are nothing special..' Those words were familiar; I heard them before, a while back. They were shoved right in my face, and by Asher. I thought I had already accepted my reality. I thought it would hurt less. I was wrong. The contempt in her voice, the way she looked at me, as if I was beneath the dirt under his shoes, left me feeling so small, so deflated, that I wanted nothing but to disappear. And that's what she wanted, right? To actually break me. From contempt, her features softened into something that almost resembled pity as she took a better look at me. "This world is not meant for people like you." She added, her voice softening, in that familiar way that felt effortlessly cruel. "You should have stayed where you b
Alina He told me to catch some sleep, and I really wanted to, but I couldn't. My heart was drumming so hard I was nearly passing out. 'The Royal mating Moon.. ' I repeated, over and over, and yet, I still couldn't believe it. I had dreamt about a Luna mating moon. I had almost lived it. But never, in my wildest thoughts had I ever dreamed of a Royal Mating Moon. It would have been absolutely ridiculous. And yet, Alpha King Alexander had just said it to me, so casually, as if it meant nothing, that our mating wasn't going to be anything less than a dignified Royal mating night. Given our circumstances, with how uncertain our future was, of course, anyone would have argued that it would be better if I mated secretly, and kept everything under wraps. That way, in the future, if we really went our separate ways, it would be easier for him to find his suitable second chance mate, and I wouldn't have to carry the mark of the rejected mate, either. While such reasoning
Alpha King Alexander. "Congratulations, Son." He said, and before I could react, he was already at the door, leaving. "Congratulations..." I repeated, almost mindlessly, disbelief contouring my features. For a while, I attempted to assume I had misheard, or, I was hallucinating. 'He said it, Alexander,' but when my wolf said it, I had no option but to face it. Son...He had just called me son.. When was the last time he called me that, exactly? Ten years ago? I couldn't remember anymore. Was I supposed to be relieved that my own father had just called me his son? Honestly, I didn't know how to feel. I wanted to hate him, to hate how casually he had called me that, as if he hadn't spent the past two decades treating me like I wasn't, and I did, but a part of me, the younger Alexander who used to beg for his father's affection, was relieved, and was reminded of the man that my father used to be, before he turned into whatever he currently was. My father and I weren't







