REJECTED BY FATE, CURSED BY PROPHECY

arrying buckets of water to the courtyard where the royal guests had gathered. She had seen the Alpha arrive from afar - tall, imposing, with eyes that

not meet the eyes of Alphas. Servant girls did not speak unless spoken to. Servant girl

ashed across the polished tiles and onto the Alpha's boots. He turned sharply, his

burned sharply. A boy from the pack, laughing cruelly, stepped aside, smirking. "

instinctively, the muscles in her arms taut. "Please," he said, voic

felt shame - the kind that had followed her since birth. She looked at the Alpha, her eyes burning. "

ger, but also something strange she couldn't name - a pull that made

ays been nothing. I am nothing. Let them do as they wish." Her

stain on the Alpha's shirt. "You see, girl? R

shirt. The Alpha's hand shot out, stopping her mid-mot

ispered, meeting his gaze. "I

owly, he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "If you're g

made her pause. She bent her head, began wiping the shirt, and the world around them seemed to fall away.

e pull again. It was as if their souls recognized one another across

y lord," she whispered, the word

th across his shirt and then bent down to polish the muddy leather of his boots. Th

erything shifted. She saw not the commanding Alpha who towered above servants, but a man d

e quiet space between them, heavy with unspoken tension, something had changed. The fire in her vei

to his usual controlled mask. "Remember," he said finally,

won't forget," she whispered, not entirely sure if she meant h

es, oblivious to the storm that had passed between them. Yet Nyxara could feel

with his tall, commanding presence. The pull lingered, though, and she kne

ecrets of blood and power. And somewhere in the shadows, the Moon Goddess watch

a servant girl, yes. But she was also something else. Something dan

f destiny pressing against her chest, and the know