Semua Bab Chosen to be Betrayed: Bab 1 - Bab 5

I’m born from a secret. A mistake. All my life, I’ve felt like I don’t belong. My pack mates look at me with burning disgust and speak insulting words at me, as if I’m a contagious disease they wish doesn’t exist. Alpha Heath, the leader of the Frostveil Pack, is my father. But he never truly looks at me like a daughter. Maybe he sees my face and remembers the sin he committed. My mother… I don’t even know her name. They say she’s an Omega, but other than that, they don’t speak anything of her.When Luna Mireth, my father’s wife and the Luna of our pack, found out about the affair, she was furious. I was told she made my father watch as they dragged my mother away—right after she gave birth to me. He didn’t fight back. Maybe guilt tied his hands. Maybe fear of losing his Luna did. Whatever the reason, he let them take her.Luna Mireth ordered her death, ordered the burning of all her belongings, including her photos. She even threatened the whole pack—anyone who speaks her name will

No! - I want to say, but the word won’t come out. My feet move before my mind can catch up. I follow the handsome man inside the luxurious shop, as if he’s a spell casted on me.The man turns to his sister and says, “You may find a dress for the ball in this shop too, why don’t you look around so you won’t get bored?”His sister draws a long sigh. “I already have a dress, made by the best designer in the kingdom. So, if I were you, just give her money and let’s just go.”“I won’t do that,” the man teases, turning his back on her.The two are clearly highborns wolves from a wealthy pack. Their clothes, their speech—it was all too polished. Yet they don’t look like full siblings. The girl has dark hair like the man, but only one eye matches his. Her eyes are both blue. “You’re from the Frostveil Pack, aren’t you? I mean… your eyes and hair are silver,” the man says.I nod.The sister smirks. “You must be here to buy a dress for the King Selection Ball. But, you don’t look like a high

Orvyn looks more breathtaking than before. He wears a royal blue cloak trimmed with gold, and a golden crown rested on his head, which makes the colors of his eyes glow brighter. His posture is sharp and strong, and his presence fills the hall. All the she-wolves giggle, as if becoming more desperate to be chosen by him. “He’s even more handsome in person than in photos,” one whispers. Another adds, “And he’s tall and has a great physique too!” I should be more determined to be Orvyn’s chosen mate. But as I start piecing the puzzle together, I realize that he already hinted that his choice will be politically driven, which means that his queen must be someone powerful and whose bloodline could help him rule. It’s not me. It can never be me. My shoulders drop as doubt fills my heart once again. Orvyn steps down the stairs, prompting the other she-wolves to rush forward. They smile sweetly, bat their lashes, and try to draw him in. Orvyn is polite to each of them, but his eyes