Sold to the cursed Alpha
~Areum~
Areum. That’s my name. Areum Means “beauty,” the second I slid out of my mother, still covered in blood and screaming, she took one look at my face and laughed like a crazy person. “Look at this one,” she told the midwife, “he’s prettier than half the girls in the village already, call him Areum.” My father just stood there drunk and nodding like, “Yeah, sure, whatever, the kid’s fucked anyway.” So that’s me. Areum. Beauty. The joke that never stops being funny to everyone except me.
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