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Viking Wolf: Odyssey of a hybrid Luna
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Lyra is a weak Omega who has been forced into exile by her Alpha mate after her true identity of being a generational maid and courtesan (the fore-women/ancestors of her lineage were known to be maids) was put out. Unknown to her, she was already carrying the heirs of the Howl Valley Pack and sons of the wicked Alpha Maverick. Lyra finds shelter at an all rogue pack where she is constantly tormented by the leader of the group, Alerik. After having her twin sons, Arik, the ruthless rogue leader keeps forcing himself on her until she escaped with her pubs and into the arms of Alpha Viking, an old warrior with nothing left to his name after losing his only son and heir to a pegan war. Following the death of Alpha Viking, Lyra becomes the Viking Alpha, bestowing all powers into her. Years later, Alpha Maverick would come back seeking for Lyra after hearing rumors of her being a Viking Lord, and to claim his sons. But with his new interference in their lives, and the truth between reality and myth blurs, one thing is clear: a new future is uncertain.
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Chapter 1
Celeste’s POV
The gold-plated revolving doors of the Harrington Flagship Hotel spun with a rhythmic whoosh, announcing the arrival of the elite. I didn't need to look up to know who it was, because I could smell the expensive, cloying scent of Chanel No. 5 from across the lobby.
I kept my head down, my hands gripped tightly around the handle of a gray mop. The marble floor beneath me had a muddy footprint from a hurried guest, and I cleaned it with steady, repeated movements. My black maid’s uniform was stiff and uncomfortable, and my white apron had a bleach stain on it. In this lobby, I felt invisible like a ghost.
"Oh, look, Ava. The trash is out early today."
The voice was high, sharp, and dripping with fake sweetness. I stopped scrubbing.
Vivienne Harrington stood a few steps away, wearing a silk dress that cost more than I would earn in a year of cleaning these floors. Beside her was Ava, her best friend, already holding up her phone like she was filming a documentary about something dirty and unpleasant.
"Is that a new stain on your dress, Celeste? Or is that just your personality leaking out?" Vivienne laughed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings.
I slowly straightened my back. My muscles ached, and my palms were calloused, but I didn't look down. I looked Vivienne straight in her perfectly made-up eyes.
"It’s bleach, Vivienne… It’s used to clean up filth. You should try some, it might help with that mouth of yours."
Ava gasped, her jaw dropping.
Vivienne’s smile faltered for a split second before she regained her composure. She stepped closer, her expensive heels clicking aggressively on the wet marble. "You should watch your tone, don't you know what today is? Or are you too busy sniffing floor wax to hear the news? Damien Chen is coming. And he’s coming for me."
She held up her left hand, though it was bare of a ring. "The merger. The marriage. The contract. I’m about to become the most powerful woman in the country while you spend the rest of your life cleaning the toilets I use."
I leaned against the mop handle, a small, cold smile touching my lips. "Is that what Dad told you? That you’re a prize?"
"I am the prize," Vivienne snapped.
"No," I countered, my voice dropping to a whisper that felt like a blade. "You’re a price tag. You’re the collateral for a debt Dad is too stupid to pay. Everyone in the staff room knows the truth, Vivienne. The Harrington hotels are bleeding money. The investments in the south failed. The bank is circling. You aren't getting married because you’re beautiful… you’re getting married because the family is broke and Damien Chen is the only man with a big enough check to keep you from being homeless."
Vivienne’s face turned a violent shade of red. "You lie! We are the Harringtons!"
"We are a sinking ship," I said, stepping toward her. I was taller than her, and without her heels, she would have looked small. "And you? You’re just the piece of wood Dad is throwing to the shark so he doesn't get eaten first. Tell me, does Damien Chen even know your name? Or did he just ask for the girl with the biggest dowry and the smallest brain?"
Ava looked like she wanted to run away. Vivienne was trembling, her hands balled into fists. "I’m going to have you fired for this! I’ll tell Mom!"
"Go ahead," I shrugged, turning back to my mop. "But then who would clean the lobby for the signing ceremony tonight? You? Ava? I don't think your manicures could handle the soap."
Vivienne let out a frustrated scream, spun on her heel, and marched toward the elevators. I watched her go, my heart thumping hard against my ribs. I had won this round, but the weight of the truth felt heavier than the mop.
The rest of the afternoon was a nightmare. Margaret, my stepmother, was in a frantic state of rage. She found me in the laundry room and piled ten more tasks onto my list.
"The library must be polished. The crystal glasses must be hand washed. The silver trays must shine like the sun!" she screamed, her face pale with stress. "If one thing is out of place when Mr. Chen arrives, I will personally throw you into the street, Celeste. Do you understand?"
"I understand," I said, keeping my eyes on the floor.
I worked until my fingers were raw. I polished the dark wood of the library where the signing would take place, I moved heavy furniture, and scrubbed the baseboards. I was the silent engine making sure the Harrington ‘perfection’ was ready for the Executioner.
By 6:00 PM, the hotel was humming with tension. The board members were arriving. The guards were stationed at the doors. I was sent to the executive floor to deliver a tray of black coffee to my father’s private study.
The hallway was quiet, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps. As I approached the door of the study, I heard a voice. It was my father, Howard. He sounded tired, but there was a sharp edge of anger in his tone.
The door was slightly opened. I stopped, the tray of coffee trembling in my hands.
"I don't care about the girl, Margaret!" Howard’s voice boomed from inside.
I froze, my breath caught in my throat.
"She is a constant reminder of the biggest mistake of my life," Howard continued. I could hear the clink of a glass… he was drinking. "Every time I see her face, I see Rose. I see that back-alley apartment. I see the scandal that almost ruined me years ago."
"We should have sent her away when the mother died," Margaret’s voice hissed. She was in there with him. "Keeping her here as a maid was your idea of charity, Howard. Now she’s a liability."
"I regret ever getting that woman pregnant," my father said, and his words felt like a physical blow to my chest. "I regret that Celeste was ever born. She is a shadow on my name. She is a servant, and that is all she will ever be… I’m ashamed to even breathe the same air as her."
The tray in my hands tilted. A spoon slid across the silver surface with a loud clink.
I couldn't stop myself, I pushed the door open.
My father was standing by the window, a glass of scotch in his hand. Margaret was sitting in the leather chair, her eyes sharp and cold. They both froze when they saw me.
The silence in the room was suffocating. My father didn't look guilty, he looked annoyed. He looked at me with the same disgust he would show a cockroach on his desk.
"Your coffee, sir," I whispered. My voice didn't sound like mine, It was hollow.
I stepped forward and set the tray on the desk. My hands didn't shake this time, the pain had turned into something else… something cold and hard as diamond.
"I heard you," I said, looking him directly in the eye.
Howard straightened his tie, his face hardening. "Then you heard the truth, Celeste. Don't act surprised. You’ve always known what you are to this family."
"I know exactly what I am," I mumbled.
I turned and walked out before he could respond. I didn't head back to the maid’s quarters, I headed toward the ballroom.
In my pocket, I felt the cold metal of a pendant… my mother’s pendant. I had found it in a box of trash Margaret had thrown out years ago.
The signing ceremony was about to begin. The Harringtons thought they were selling Vivienne to save themselves, they had no idea that the mistake they were so ashamed of was about to become the person who decided whether they lived or died.
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