ANNA
I can feel his gaze following me as I leave, and I try to ignore it. But it's impossible not to feel the pull between us. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him this way. Dante is a Lycan Prince, and I'm just a rankless wolf and servant. He's engaged to the woman earlier, Darlyn, the daughter of Leonora, the female alpha of the Red River Pack. And even though I feel this strange connection to him, I know I have to keep my distance.
But it's hard when his eyes seem to burn into me, and his palms on my shoulder send shivers down my spine. I want to try to focus on my duties, but my mind keeps wandering to Dante. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his lips on mine, to be his fated mate.
But I can't allow myself to think like that. It's not possible. He's already engaged to someone else, and I'm just a rankless wolf, worse than being an omega. I have no place in his world.
“Look, if you’re hurt, I can treat the scratch in your face…”
I shouldn’t talk to my highness. He’s beyond my reach. “Your highness, I want to excuse myself. I need to do my duties. The guests might be waiting for me,”
The Lycan Prince was about to say something, but I left him there in haste. My heart is beating so fast. That I can even hear it.
As I started to serve drinks to the guests at the party, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that I hadn't seen Darlyn around. She was rude to me and the last thing I wanted was for her to catch me stealing glances at her.
Dante was everything I wanted in a man -- he looks smart, charming, and devastatingly handsome. This is just my first time seeing him in person but I had already been smitten. But I knew that nothing could ever happen between us. After all, he was engaged to Darlyn.
The party was in full swing, and I was busy serving drinks and making sure everyone was having a good time. As the night wore on, I found myself stealing glances at Dante whenever I could. I couldn't help it - there was just something about him that drew me in.
But just as I was starting to relax and enjoy myself, Darlyn walked into the crowd. My heart sank as I saw her making her way towards Dante. I tried to busy myself with serving drinks, but I couldn't help but watch as they talked and laughed together. I am trying my best not to look at their way.
As the night wore on, I found myself growing increasingly despondent. It was clear that Dante and Darlyn were deeply in love, and there was no place for me, even in my wildest dream. I resigned myself to the fact that the first man I ever liked is like a dream.
Finally, at 3 a.m. The party ended, and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. “You did a good job, Anna. I hope if we ever need a servant again, you are just one call away,” The old woman said.
I smiled. “Thank you so much for trusting me,” The servant's head gave me my salary, and I made my way back to our home.
As I walked through the dark streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. Dante was everything I wanted in a man, but he was out of reach. I knew that I had to try and forget about him, but that was easier said than done. Now, I know what they call connection and bond. As I saw him for the first time, I can feel there’s a string between us that is binding us. Or maybe, it’s just me? That’s for sure.
When I finally reached our home, I collapsed onto my bed and closed my eyes. But sleep was elusive, and my thoughts kept drifting back to Dante. I knew that I needed to move on, but I didn't know how. Luckily, after hours, darkness finally envelops me.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my father's voice bellowing through the house. I knew that he was already drunk, and my heart sank as I realized that I would have to face him again.
As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw him standing there, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Where's your salary from last night?" he demanded, his eyes glinting with malice.
I tried to reason with him, telling him that I needed the money to pay my bills and take care of myself. But he wasn't interested in hearing my excuses. "You owe me. We had a deal. I didn’t even tell your mother about this," he snarled, his breath reeking of alcohol. "You owe me everything, you ungrateful bitch."
I felt my anger rising, but I knew that I couldn't argue with him. My father was a mean and devilish man, and I had learned a long time ago that it was best to keep my head down and stay out of his way.
Reluctantly, I handed over 70% of my salary, watching as my father smirked and tapped me on the head. "You're a good girl," he said, his voice dripping with false praise. "Don't forget it."
As he stumbled out of the kitchen, I felt a lump rising in my throat. My life was a mess, and I didn't know how to fix it. I was trapped in a cycle of poverty and abuse, and I felt like there was no way out.
I made my way back to my small room, feeling the weight of my situation crushing down on me. I sat on my bed and let the tears flow, feeling sorry for myself and for the life that I had been dealt.
But then, something inside me snapped. I realized that I couldn't keep living like this. I couldn't let my parent’s abuse and my own self-pity define my life. I had to take control of my situation and make a change.
With a newfound determination, I wiped away my tears and got dressed. I knew that I had to find a way to make more money and break free from my parent’s hold on me.
I hid my salary in a small wooden box under my bed. It was the only way I could keep it safe from my parents. They would never understand the value of hard work and the need to save money.
I started my day as usual, doing the household chores. My parents never did anything around the house, so it was up to me to keep everything clean and tidy.
I started by dusting the furniture and cleaning the windows. The sun was shining brightly outside, but inside our small house, it was dark and musty.
As I moved on to the kitchen, I realized that I hadn't seen my mother yet. She was usually up by now, asking me to do stuff for her. But there was no sign of her.
I shrugged it off and started cooking lunch, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot on the stove. I knew that my father would be home soon, and he wanted to have everything ready for him.
But as the hours passed, there was still no sign of my mother. I started to get worried, wondering where she could be. Even though my mother never cares about me, I still worry that something might happen to her.
My father finally stumbled in, reeking of alcohol and drugs. He barely acknowledged me, stumbling into his bedroom and closing the door.
I knew that I had to take care of myself and do things for my family. I went into their room and collected their dirty clothes, making my way to the laundry room.
For hours, I was busy cleaning and washing the clothes. The sound of the washing machine and dryer filled the small room, drowning out the sound of my own thoughts.
As I folded the last shirt and placed it in the basket, I realized how tired I was. Tired of the constant struggle to keep my family afloat. Tired of the never-ending cycle of addiction, poverty and slavery.
But I couldn't give up. I had to keep going, for my own sake and for the sake of myself. I knew that I had to be strong, even when everything else around me was falling apart.
As I made my way back to my room, I heard scratching sounds. I hesitated, wondering who it could be. I saw my mother Estella walking through my bedroom door, and a lump formed in my throat. But then I saw the box in her hand, and I knew that it was my salary. Dread washed over me, and I felt my eyes begin to sting with tears.
"Hi, Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's so good to see you."
Estella looked at me, her eyes cold and unfeeling. She didn't say anything, just held out the box with my salary. I took it from her, my hands shaking with nervousness.
"Why are you holding my box, Mom?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.
Estella just grinned devilishly at me, and I knew that something was wrong. She took out my money and said, "Thanks," in a sarcastic tone.
“Mom, please, no! It’s mine! I worked hard for it, mom. I am giving you all my salary. Why do you have to get that too?” My voice almost begs her.
I tried to stop her, to tell her that I needed the money to save and buy something for myself, but she just ignored me. She slapped me hard across the face, and then grabbed my hair, yanking me down to the ground.
"You have no debt of gratitude to me!" she hissed, her face twisted in anger. "I have full rights to your salary, and you will give it to me without question! You have to bear that in your small brain, Anna!”
I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as Estella walked out of the house, leaving me alone and broken. Until now, I still couldn't believe that my own mother would treat me this way. I had always thought that she loved me, but now I realized that she only cared about herself. Oh, I’m wrong. I thought she could learn to love me someday, but I think that will never happen.
As I lay there on the floor, crying and shaking, I wondered why I was so unfortunate. Why did I have to be born into a family like this, where love and kindness were so hard to come by? I wished that I could just run away and never look back, but I knew that I had nowhere to go.
Eventually, I managed to pull myself together and get up off the floor. I know even if I cry a river or a blood, nothing will change. My parents won’t pity me. They’re remorseless.
As I lay on my bed, and stared at the ceiling, I can’t help but ask myself. “When will these hardships end?”
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ANNA The next day, I woke up early and started my day as a servant in the Chad household. The work was never easy, but it was a means to earn my keep. As I made my way to the house, I couldn't help but feel the chill of the morning air. It was then that I saw him - Nico, my childhood friend here in the Black Pearl Pack. He’s the only friend I had. Nico was always a good-looking guy, with a kind and gentle soul. We were the same age, and I had grown up with him in the pack. He saw me and ran towards me, his arms open wide. He hugged me tight, and I felt my heart skip a beat. It had been so long since I had seen him. I couldn't help but feel my heart race as Nico hugged me tightly. It had been so long since I'd seen him, and I couldn't deny the fact that I missed him too. But I couldn't let him see the pain that I was going through. “Hey, pumpkin. How are you? I missed you so much,” He said, there’s a longing in his eyes. I tried to smile. “I’m fine, Nico. I missed you too. I can’t
ANNA I walked into my home, feeling happy and content after my date with Nico. However, my happiness was short-lived as my mother Estella appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me by my hair. I cried out in pain as my mother pulled my hair, and I struggled to break free from her grasp. “Mother, stop! It’s painful! Did I do something wrong? Why are you hurting me?” But Estella's response left me speechless. "You're a manwhore and a flirt, Anna!" my mother said with disgust. "You don't have any right to date a guy, you can’t have a mate! Bear that in your brainless mind!” I was taken aback by my mother's words. I couldn't understand why my mother was so angry and why I wasn't allowed to have a mate. I am already 18. Other she-wolves the same age as me already found their wolf. I tried to explain to my mother that Nico was just my best friend, but my mother didn't believe me. "You can't fool me, Anna!” Estella said. "I saw you with him, and I know what you're up to." I couldn't believe
Dante couldn't stop thinking about Anna, his wolf. The way she made him feel was something he had never experienced before. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Dante knew he had to find a way to break up his engagement with Darlyn. He didn't love her, and he knew that he could never be happy with anyone else but Anna. He was willing to do whatever it takes to be with her.He couldn't shake off the memory of Anna from his mind. Despite being engaged to Darlyn, his thoughts kept drifting towards the girl who stole his heart at the party. He didn't even know her, but he felt like he had known her for a lifetime. He had tried to forget her, but every time he closed his eyes, her face appeared before him. It was like he was under some spell, and he couldn't break free from it. Dante found himself dreaming about Anna almost every night. In his dreams, they were always together, walking through the forest, talking about everything and nothing. Her laughter echoed in his ears, and h
ANNA Weeks later Dante had always known that Anna was the woman for him, ever since the day he met her. He was not one to give up easily. He was determined to be a part of Anna's life, no matter what it took. So when Dante found himself standing outside Anna's house, he knew that he had to take the chance to see her. He had heard rumors that her family life was not the best, but he had never imagined what he was about to witness. As he stood outside the house, Dante heard a commotion coming from inside. He could hear Anna's mother yelling and screaming, and he could hear the sound of something hitting the walls. Dante's heart raced with fear as he wondered what was happening. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Dante saw Anna stumble out of the house, her face bruised and bloodied. Dante swallowed his saliva, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now! Dante was horrified at the sight of Anna's injuries, and he felt a surge of anger towards her parents for hurting her.
ANNAThe next dayDante and Anna stood outside his house, both admiring the beautiful structure in front of them. It was a grand mansion with tall pillars and a large garden surrounding it. Anna couldn't help but feel nervous as they walked up the steps and into the house. She had never been to Dante's house before and she didn't know what to expect.Dante led Anna through the front door and into a large hallway. The walls were painted a light shade of blue and there were several paintings hanging on them. Dante took Anna's hand and led her through the hallway and into a large living room. The room was spacious and filled with comfortable-looking furniture. There was a large fireplace in the center of the room and a piano in the corner."This is my house," Dante said, looking around the room. "I had it built a few years ago.""It's beautiful," Anna said, still taking in her surroundings.Dante smiled at her and led her over to the couch. They sat down and Dante put his arm around her.
ANNAAs I lay in bed next to Dante, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the wonderful man lying beside me. It had been a whirlwind romance, and yet it felt like we had known each other our entire lives. We had been inseparable from the moment we met, and our love for each other had only grown stronger with time.Dante was everything I had ever wanted in a partner. He was kind, compassionate, and always put my needs before his own. He made me feel loved and cherished in a way that no one else ever had, and I knew deep down that we were meant to be together.As I gazed at him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully, I felt a surge of affection for him. I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to all the sweet and romantic moments we had shared together.I remembered the time we had spent hours lying in the grass, staring up at the stars and talking about our hopes and dreams. I remembered the way he had held my hand tightly as we wal
Donovan Rossi, the Lycan King of the Black Pearl Pack, was fuming. He paced back and forth in his private room, his mind consumed with anger and disappointment. He couldn't believe that his only son, Dante, had chosen to mate with Anna, a rankless wolf with no status or power within the pack.As a powerful dictator, Donovan had always believed in the importance of rank and status. He had worked tirelessly to maintain the pack's social hierarchy, and he couldn't accept that his own son would choose to be with someone who had no rank or power.Dante had always been a rebellious child, but Donovan had never expected him to go this far. The idea of Anna becoming the future Lycan Queen was unthinkable to him. How could he allow someone like her to rule beside his son and potentially threaten the pack's stability?Donovan knew that he had to do something. He couldn't let his son's foolish decision stand. He had to find a way to break them apart before it was too late.But for now, he had to
Donovan leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers. "We need to find out everything we can about this Anna," he said. "Where she comes from, who her family is, everything. We need to prove to Dante that she's not who she says she is. We have to taint her image,” He leaned forward, fixing Darlyn with a calculating gaze. "We need to separate them. Break them up." Darlyn looked at him with surprise. "Separate them?" she repeated. "How?" Donovan smirked. "You'll seduce Dante," he said, watching as Darlyn's eyes widened in shock. "You'll make him see that you're the one he really wants. And then we'll frame Anna for cheating with him. It will be the perfect way to break them up." Darlyn scoffed, shaking her head. "That's impossible," she said. "Dante is colder than ice. He won't fall for something like that." Donovan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he said, testing her. "Because if you're not up for the challenge, I could always find someone else who is." Darlyn bristled at the challen