Cuban Maid Destiny Novels & Stories

Serena’s POV “I, Alpha Michael Greyson hereby reject you as my mate and the Luna of the Black Moon Pack.” The words resonate in my head over and over again. “I reject you, reject you, reject you, reject you, reject, reject, reject…” Rejection, something that I should be familiar with. Something that I AM familiar with. After all, my parents abandoned me when I was born. Me, an omega, the one caste in our world that is the rarest and supposed to be treasured, loved, cherished.

Destinee hugs her tighter as they both cry. The Shaws committed so much heartbreak all for power and in the end, the innocent suffered because of greed. “I love you, mom.” I turn to watch them with a smile. Destinee found her family and made her own pack. Regardless of what happened, she survived with her mom beside her. They are bonded in this life. Sadia never found her second chance mate. I have a feeling when she does, they will be happy together. Only Selene knows what the future holds for her, and I can’t wait to find out who the poor soul will be.

One of the women spoke to Catalina as time went on. “Hello, I'm Destiny, may I know your name?” "My name is Catalina," she stated. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Catalina,” Destiny stated. Gazing into Destiny's green eyes, Catalina notices her sadness. Destiny appeared to be around 5'4" with caramel skin and a slender build. Additionally, she observed that Destiny's clothes were dirty and torn in places, her hair was unkempt, and she had blonde hair. Turning to her other side, Catalina saw another woman standing around 5’6, medium build, with long jet-black hair and skin so pale it looked like she hadn’t seen sunlight.

Destined mates Who could have known what a rejection could lead to. Hatred, fury, desire, longing, betrayal, confusion, love, hate and destruction. Those words describe my life perfectly. One mistake and my life turned upside down. Now I'm running so she can't kill me but she isn't the only one hunting me. From the beginning I had one mate but in the end I have three and they all want me. Poppy, a tribrid; vampire, werewolf and witch. She has three mates, one of each species and one of them is the very last of his kind.

The cramped cell offered little space to move, making it impossible to straighten my leg forward. I offered Charity a small smile in gratitude for waking me. "Of course," she replied, assuming the same uncomfortable position as she stood up. I knew I couldn't survive without her. I had met Charity three weeks ago when the Red Moon's pack took over our own. She had been kind and gentle to me, especially considering I had just lost both my parents to this terror. My father had been the beta of our pack before it was taken over, while Charity's father had been an Alpha. She was supposed to be the first female Alpha after him, but their pack fell to the notorious Red Moon pack.

The maid walked closer to me and tossed the plate onto the floor. The food spilled on the cold dirty floor, there was no water with it. They finally gave me food but no water. "Can I get water... please?" I whimpered. She looked at me like I was a pile of disgusting trash. This was my maid, Esther. My dad had saved her from her debtors and made her the chief cook in this house, but somehow this was how she could repay my dad's kindness. When I fell ill, she told me that her job was an insult. She sided with my enemies instead. In her words, my dad should have made her an assistant, not a petty cook. She wasn't even a graduate, an assistant of what exactly.

It seemed that the maid was new. Thinking to myself, when did we get a new maid? You did not inform me about hiring a new maid. Is everything to your liking, madam? Her voice was squeaky but deep. Everything is fine, I said to her. May I have your name, please? My name is Lucinda. Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Lucinda. I am Luna Sophia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna.

"You want to go to the US? You will never get there on a maid’s salary. Come with me to the city tonight. Wear something tight." That was the night Valeria died and Luna was born. She took me to a place called Club Máscara. It was hidden in a basement, away from the prying eyes of the Alarcón family. The smell of the club was thick—a mix of cheap perfume, expensive cigars, and the metallic scent of money. I saw the girls on the poles. I saw the way the men looked at them. "I can't do this," I whispered, my stomach turning. "Do you want to scrub toilets for the rest of your life?" Lucia asked, her voice hard. "Or do you want to fly across the ocean? Choose now."