All Chapters of The Mate Lottery: I Won The Emporer : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

LIORA'S POV The Mate Lottery is our kingdom’s most sacred tradition. It happens only once a year and every citizen of Verolia who has reached the eligible age is expected to participate, so by the will of the goddess of love, Isolde, everyone will be matched with a loving mate. But this year? Oh, this year lottery event will be the greatest there has been in centuries. Everyone’s been talking about it the whole time of the year. Why? Because our Emperor, Lordrin Varno, who became eligible seven years ago but never before entered the lottery, suddenly made a decision to join this year event.He's no human, neither is he a werewolf. He is the most unique being, He’s an Angel, the one and only of his kind. The rarest of the rare. Rumor has it that he was actually a wish, a gift from the goddess Isolde to his parents. People who’ve been in the lottery before say that the couple who ends up being the most compatible gets three wishes from the goddess herself. Since the Emperor’s parents

LIORA'S POV Princess Hilda, busy unpacking her mountain of belongings, asks me casually, “So, is there a specific man you’re hoping the goddess will match you with?”I let her have the entire closet, because like all the girls here, she practically carried everything she owns from home.I also did carry everything I own since I'm never allowed to go back there. It's in the single bag resting at the foot of my bed.I shrug. “Not really. What about you?” Honestly, I don’t have a particular prince in mind. I just hope to be matched with a decent human being, someone who won’t treat me like a piece of furniture, someone kind and good-looking. I hope that’s not too much to ask of the goddess."Me?" Hilda giggles, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Honestly, I’d die to be mated to the Emperor.” she says."The Emperor, huh?” I chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s… ambitious.”Poor Hilda! I said poor because she set her goals too high. Setting her sights on the Emperor is like aiming

LIORA'S POV Heather takes a whole ten minutes to casts her whitestone into the urn, as she carefully aims to rest it right beside the Emperors'. When she finally steps back, her face is gleaming with confidence, seems like she has succeeded. Violette takes her time to pray for her stone before casting it. The two who come after her do the same. Lady Eleanor immediately urges us to make haste.At last, it’s my turn. My stomach is tied in a tight knot as I step forward to the urn. I cast my whitestone, watching it sink slowly through the thick liquid, settling down at the bottom.My stupid mind wants to beg the goddess that I be the one mated to that impossibly handsome, powerful Emporer. But I know what’s possible and what’s a foolish dream that is.So instead, I pray for a love that comes naturally, one where neither me or my matched mate will have to force feelings or pretend to care about the other. A love that burns inside me as fiercely as the image of the handsome Emperor burns