Savannah’s P.O.V It’d been five days since I cut a deal with the moon goddess and it’s been days of anguish from my worst nightmare. The Alpha of the golden circle pack accused me of stealing from him after Celia’s mother, Katherine ordered me to go to their territory to fetch something from their Luna. They ignored me no matter how hard I cried and begged them to listen. Even my father - I mean Alpha Reed - turned away and ordered them to punish me like a criminal. I was staring ahead in shock, pleas spilling from my lips when someone threw me violently on the mansion's front porch. I groaned as my head slammed against the hedge, blood trickling down my face. “Savannah of the Druid pack is hereby declared a shameless thief!” The guard declared and immediately the pack members began hooting and howling. A rough hand yanked me up, forcing me to look at them. My breath hitched as I took in their hateful glares and curses. “Please…I am innocent.” “Shut up!” A glob of saliva hit my

After a quick soak in the gold-edged bathtub, I slipped into a silky nightdress I’d taken from the ones Bernice brought earlier and a strange sensation washed over me. The fabric felt so foreign and luxurious compared to the rags and hand-me-downs I was accustomed to. A part of me couldn't help but feel like an imposter, as if I didn't belong in such gorgeous attire. As if I only deserved to watch people who wore things like this from a distance. As I stood before the mirror, the reflection staring back at me seemed almost unrecognizable. The vibrant red fabric clung to my figure, accentuating curves I never knew I had. It was a bittersweet moment, for in this waif nightdress, I felt both transformed and trapped, staring at the scars that marred my skin. Sighing, I walked away from the mirror and slipped into a robe. Then I lay down on the bed, surrounded by silky canopies. They swayed ever so slightly, casting shadows across the room that mirrored my restless thoughts. What if the

A burst of masculine yet light laughter echoed in the hallway as the figure—who is a man—pulled away from me. His fingers lingered on my arm to steady me. They felt so strong and warm. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath warm on my ear. My cheeks heated as I forced myself to look away from his jawline which was so sharp and defined, into his eyes. They were blue…just like Reginald's. Could he be…? Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, Bernice's warning echoing in my head: Stay away from the royal family members, they could be very hostile to strangers. Some part of me couldn't help but feel this guy was different. I mean, he hadn't stopped smiling at me. His smile was so genuine that his eyes crinkled at the sides. Clearing my throat, I tried to sound polite. “No, please, it was my fault. I should have watched where I was going. I’m sorry.” I bowed my head, hoping he would leave me alone. No luck there. He shook his head, making the long black curls on his head bounce. "Don’t b

For the first time, I got a glimpse into the kind of life that my sister, Celia and Princess Amelia lived and it was...it left me speechless."I use the ice masks more in the summer." She shrugged, running her perfectly manicured fingers through her hair that cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves. "I'm never going to repeat this to you but apart from the ugly scars and marks on you, I think your skin looks pretty damn amazing. What do you usually use? I mean, what do you pilfer from your sister to use? I'm sure Celia has such flawless skin if yours looks like this."What? I touched my face, stunned by her words. She thought my skin was...amazing? I was tempted to ask if she had hit her head on the door on her way into the room. How could she think that? Everyone I had ever known since my mother died told me I was ugly and scarred...and they were right. Unable to give a coherent answer, I said. "cooking oil?"She looked horrified and thrust an evening dress into my arms. "I'll ha

Third’s Person P.O.V As soon as the king finished speaking, he caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd and his face grew so red with anger that he almost broke his walking stick.“Reginald you brat, get the hell out of there and come here!"Reginald had been hiding in the crowd as a spectator, but when the old man called him out, he instantly came out of his hiding spot, schooling the anger on his face with a pretentious smile.He put down the wine glass in his hand on a buffet table, and the frivolous smile on his face reduced a little as he approached the King."Father." He saluted in a nasty manner that dripped with sarcasm.“So you just watched everything happen from beginning to end without helping your wife out?"Reginald immediately raised his right hand with a serious expression, "Father, I swear, I just arrived too. Besides, she’s not my wife."“Yet.” He added after the King shot him a hot glare.Ryker who was next to him glowered with anger but remained silent. He kn