A Woman's Worth Book Novels & Stories

I smiled when he started praising me. It was one of the few things my grandma taught me. She always believed that I was born for the greater good. And I would need all of her life experiences to go on with my life. Who would have thought, after being trained as an alpha, then as a Luna, I would also be getting the training to be the perfect beta woman.

She had hoped to win Robert’s love by then and take him to her maternal home with head high. But it seemed that though God had filled her brain and hands with creativity and talent making her crack one deal after another at work, her heart and brain were not at par, making them fail to recognize the conniving, cheating and greedy nature of Robert, his parents and sister. She had foolishly thought that she would be able to win them over by hard house and office work, but instead she had only reduced herself to a maidservant. Her once soft hands had calluses and nails had turned brittle and cracked due to washing utensils with hard detergents. And yet she was thrown out. She remembered the old

“When you had those hard days, she withdrew. She closed her heart. You were the one holding the pieces together. All of it.” I wanted to speak, to defend Eunice, but I couldn’t find the words. Maybe I was tired. Maybe part of me didn’t fully disagree. “You need a woman who will stand by you,” she said again, now slowing her steps. “In love, yes. But also in business. In decisions. In family matters. Someone who sees where you’re going and says, ‘I’ll walk with you.’ Not someone who always walks away.” She paused and looked at me, her eyes softer now. “You may not like what I’m saying, but one day you’ll thank me.”

“Tell me Denver.” I brushed my lips to her hair, breathing the scent of her crowning glory. “Have you really thought of me as just a hired wife from the start? I mean I know that we have recited marriage vows in front of a judge but the only witness to that is the judge and us.” “And?” I inhaled the fragrance of the salty sea. “Are you just after my body?” Wisdom is now seated beside me, ears waiting for my reply. “No.” “No?” “No. Because a woman is not a property that can merely be bought and sold again. A woman like you Wisdom is a treasure that I have spent my entire fortune just to be mine.”

"I know what it means to sacrifice for the pack. To put duty above personal desires, and to be worthy of an Alpha's trust." For just a moment, I saw past the perfect facade and caught a glimpse of the girl underneath, the one who'd probably been told from childhood that her worth was measured in how well she could serve others. It was almost enough to make me feel sorry for her. Almost. "Funny thing about worth," I said, keeping my voice level. "I'm starting to think it's not something you earn by being perfect. Maybe it's something you already have, and the right people recognise it without you having to prove it every second of every day."

“I know it is harder for you to believe any of this because you have endured cruelty that should never have been yours to bear. People mocked you for your face, your shape, the way you moved, the way you breathed. They mocked you simply because they could. I want you to understand something that most women spend their entire lives learning far too late. People will always mock you. Even if you rise as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, they will still find a way to spit upon your glory because envy is a sickness that lives in every crowd.” She leaned closer, eyes sharp and full of truth. “So you must decide what you are made of. Take pride in your identity. Take pride in the body you i

Finding worth. It had been worth it. Every struggle. Every sacrifice. Every moment of doubt. All of it worth it for this. Aria spoke at the celebration. "My grandmother taught me that rank does not define worth. That omega, beta, or alpha—we are all valuable. We all matter." She looked at me with love. "She changed the world. And now it is our job to keep changing it." The crowd roared approval. I felt proud. And ready. Ready to rest.

Exactly as I expected. A woman like her wouldn’t trust anyone so easily. I took a small breath and stepped forward, my heart beating faster. This was the moment I had prepared for. “Mrs. Heather,” I said gently, “I must say… your book, ‘Half the Sky Is Still Missing’, truly inspired me.” That got her attention. Her brush paused mid-air. “In it,” I continued carefully, “you spoke about the importance of giving women opportunities in political and professional spaces. About how talent often goes unnoticed simply because it comes from the wrong place, or the wrong gender.”

She looked at him. She thought about twelve years in a house designed to make her worthless. She thought about the particular and specific years of being the variable, the servant, the bride that could be switched, the body that could be offered and managed and dispensed with. She thought about all of that and about the particular and specific morning in this coat in December at a garden market, a man beside her who had read the reviews and found the heritage roses and carried the bag of bulbs and was now standing in the cold telling her, with the plain and specific honesty of a man who had put the instruments down, that she was worth wanting.

⸻ The woman nodded encouragingly. ⸻ “And I’ve realized that my worth isn’t determined by what people think they see,” Elara continued. “It’s something I decide for myself.” ⸻ Strong. Composed. Unshaken. ⸻ Maya watched closely. Still cautious. ⸻ “Would you say the rumors about you are true?” the woman asked suddenly. ⸻ The shift was subtle. But sharp. ⸻ Elara’s gaze sharpened slightly. ⸻