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Jane's POV I don't like the blood moon festivals because it leaves the whole house in chaos. Unfortunately, today is just the second day and we have one more day to go. Every corner of the house buzzed with activity, footsteps echoing across the hallways, trays clinking loudly, servants dashing back and forth like headless birds. Festival season was always like this, hectic, exhausting, and never-ending but blood moon festivals were the worst. I’d barely gotten four hours of sleep in two days. And now, the floor sparkled from my fifth round of mopping, my back ached, and the head maid had just asked me to take fresh towels to the guest wing.Still, I kept going because people like me don't have a choice. We have to work hard to earn our keep.But since last night, my mind has not been working well. Last night something happened. Or maybe it didn’t happen. Maybe it was a dream because how would Alpha Liam, the aspiring president, offer me a job? A man with stormy eyes full of pain

Jane's POV The night sky was painted in cheerfulness and dark blue, as if the heavens themselves had prepared the celebration. Thousands of lanterns hung from the trees like low-hanging stars, glowing softly. Music filled the air, not too loud, but just enough to keep their feet moving and their hearts light.But my heart wasn't light. My heart was a contrast to the shimmering lights and the colorful sky. Although the air smelled of sweet wine, roasted meat, and blooming moonflowers, my heart sank deeply into my gut, making me feel heavy. Everyone looked beautiful. After all, it was the grand finale of the feast. The she-wolves wore the most expensive silk dresses, their hair woven with gold and blossoms, their faces glowing under the light.The alphas stood tall in ceremonial attire, their eyes glowing faintly with pride and satisfaction. Laughter echoed through the crowd like wind chimes, effortless and cruel at the same time.I stood near the edge of the festival, just outside

Jane's POV The house was quiet. The hallway was quiet, almost too quiet for a house. The housekeeper stopped in front of a door and turned to me."I'm Josephine, and this is your room," she said gently.I only nodded. I didn’t have the strength or maybe the will to say anything to her or anyone. All I needed was answers to the questions swirling through my mind.She looked at me for a moment, studying my face. Then she asked softly, “If I may ask, are you mute?”I shook my head slowly and finally found my voice, though it came out barely above a whisper. “No.”Her face relaxed, a flicker of relief crossing her features. “You have a lot to say, but you didn’t say anything.”That surprised me. My eyes darted to hers. “How did you know?” I asked.She smiled faintly, like she understood me more than I understood myself. “I could see it in your eyes. The pain, the confusion, the questions… I could see all of them.”Just like that, a tear slipped down my cheek. I didn’t wipe it away. I did

Alpha Liam's POV How is it possible? After eighteen long years of carrying my pain, of living with it, breathing through it, breaking beneath it, I finally found someone who could ease it. Not with potions, not with healing spells or sacred herbs. Just… physical contact.Just like that?I stared at her as she lay beside me, sound asleep. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her face peaceful, almost angelic in the soft light pouring through the curtains. She looked so ordinary. No glowing marks, no scent of power, no trace of a wolf. Just a girl. A simple girl.But how? How was she doing it? Each time her skin touched mine, the storm inside me quieted. The fire in my chest dulled. The darkness in my mind lifted just enough for me to breathe.What are you, Jane? A witch? A cursed child? A blessing in disguise?I desperately want to find answers but I couldn’t tell. I don't even know what to call her. But I had to know. I needed to know. Who she truly was, what she had in her

Jane's POV “Jane,” he called out again as his footsteps stopped in front of the door.My heart pounded as the door creaked open. I stood in the middle of his room, frozen and terrified. The silence before his arrival had felt like a storm gathering, and about to explode. And here he was ready to make the ticking bomb explode. I looked at the man in front of me. The man I couldn’t predict, the one who terrified me and intrigued me all at once.“What, are you deaf?” His voice cut through the air like a blade.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring myself to talk. My throat was dry, and my lips were pressed tightly together.“Or maybe mute now?” he asked again, his tone sharper.Still, I said nothing. I didn’t trust my voice. I didn’t trust myself around him. I didn't even trust him around me.He crossed the room in two strides and pulled me into his arms, his grip firm and unrelenting as usual. I stiffened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear.“How could you let another man