FREYAThe packhouse was like a jail but that was seldom talked about. The Luna liked to play family house, everyone under the same roof, eating dinner together, and boring the shit out of each other.Alexander on the other hand was a damned ghost. Jeez. No matter how early I woke up or how late I slept I'd never been opportune to see him. It was almost like he hid himself purposely.We finished Lunch in the dining room and I waited to help the maid's pack up, not that I wanted to, but because she loved it. She loved to see me work and pretend to be the best daughter-in-law she'd ever seen.It was a draining act that drove me well out of my mind! While in the kitchen with the maids, I saw Logan walk through the corridor and I went to meet him, just to catch a hint of his body language and see if he was going to be a problem to my plans.“Hey,” I tapped his shoulder and he turned, shaken up for some reason I didn't understand. “How are you?”Logan cautiously looked around, furrowing his
ALAINAToday was for Queen Of Dawn, I thought as I logged onto the platform first without opening the camera. I started to check all of the pending notifications, about a thousand of them.They loved Queen Of Dawn and because I was her, I could do a lot more than I imagined. I continued to scroll through the sea of notifications until my eyes hit a notification of donation. But then, one notification caught my attention - a donation from that account, Pigsty. My heart skipped a beat as I clicked on it, and my jaw dropped.$10,000.What?Excuse me?I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the largest donation I had ever received. I immediately clicked on Pigsty's profile, but my excitement was short-lived. The account had been disabled, leaving no trace of him.Not that he had photos up or anything as I'd checked before, but it was even more ambiguous this time.I leapt out of my chair, prancing around my room like a lunatic. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I yelled at the top of my lun
ALAINAI shuffled in my seat, feeling the paranoia eat me raw though I wasn't sure whether this was a prank or not. Did he really know? My eyes frantically searched the comment section and at the same time, I didn't want to appear desperate.I inhaled deeply. USER 101 hadn't said anything yet, but comments pooled on my screen like it was all they'd been waiting for.AnnalisaFaith: Tell us right now! Drop her address, I have a lot of pretty dresses to send her way!IloveQueenofDawn: User101, you better shut the hell up before I find you and clip your lips. She wants to remain anonymous so you have no right!MarkMark: I just want to know what pack she's coming from. Best believe, that pack would be the one at the top of the seven others.MaryaAngle: Tell us right now! I'm dyingggg to know!ThatweirdOtaku: $1000 for whoever reveals her identity! Let's be sure of who she is and worship her offline personality too AvaSmith: Protect her identity, please! AmyEugene: Tell us her name! Sash
ALEXANDER“And the halls?” I asked as I made my way through the corridor with the head guards as he briefed me on the arrangement of things and how it was all going. He walked fast enough to keep up with my pace.I was surrendering to the idea— maybe just a little bit. To pick out a bride and let her know she'd just be a trophy for the sake of the pack. It was that simple, wasn't it?“The seating arrangement is going on as we speak and we have the best of our interior designers on it,” he responded with a slight smile that eased my tension a bit.I wanted to make this as easy and as successful as could be. It wasn't about me picking a Luna anymore, it was the fact that we were like a tourist attraction in this sense. All the Alphas from different sides of the earth will be attending and we had to top them. I paused and turned to him, cocking a brow as the question inched into my mind. “The VIP guest list, who's in charge of it?”“The Beta and Princess Freya is,” he gave a swift respo
ALAINA*TWO HOURS EARLIER*“Oh, I see you've come to really tease me about this, USER 101. I see what you're trying to do and it's really adorable. Why don't you tell me exactly who I am then I'll give a response, if you're right or not.”Oh, god, no! No. No. I hoped this was just another one of my fans pulling a prank. Any lady's name could start with the letter A, we had thousands of them roaming around so I had nothing to be worried about, right?Oh gosh.AngelaPatrick: Imagine if it's true! Queen Of Dawn's house will be packed in no time.ThatweirdOtaku: Just tell us her first name! We'll narrow it down ourselves!Atrika55: She might be ugly as hell in person! Guys, we've seen a lot of catfishes. This bitch might just be one of them. Ngl, can't wait for her downfall!MarkMark: Be reasonable, guys! I'm kidding, I wanna know too! User 101 reveals it faster, wtf is wrong with you man?ARMYBLINK: Sending love from Indonesia!ParkAnna: Reveal immediately! Cannot wait to see who she re
ALAINA The letter had me on s chokehold. And I stared at it until tears dropped from my eyes, onto the phone. I knew what I had to do. I couldn't just sit here and let this moment pass. Without hesitation, I sprang into action, changing out of my streaming clothes and into something more suitable for a late-night visit. A simple dress, a light jacket. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard, but I wanted to be presentable. I had to get to the packhouse, no matter what it took from me. No matter how he or the rest of the world reacted. Grabbing my phone and keys, I rushed out of my apartment and hailed a cab. The city lights blurred as we sped towards the pack house. My mind raced with thoughts of what I would say, how he would react, if this was even a good idea. “Thank you sir!” I said to the driver as we arrived and stepped out, the pack house loomed in front of me. I approached the guards, my heart in my throat. No one was there except me. "I need to see Alpha
D-DAYToday, it was simply Queen of Dawn and I. I sighed for the hundredth time. The suite where Lorraine and I had settled for the night was nothing short of a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, filling the room with warm, golden light that improved the comfort.We had chosen this suite to maintain my privacy, making sure my real address stayed hidden from prying eyes. I sat in front of the mirror, my heart racing as Lorraine worked her magic on my hair. Her hands moved with practiced ease, weaving my dark locks into a ‘different’ hairdo— in her words.The scent of hairspray and the hum of Lorraine’s chatter filled the room. “You’re going to look stunning tonight,” Lorraine exclaimed. “The crowd will be wowed!”She brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face and adjusted the final touches. “Honestly, you look like you’ve stepped right out of a movie.”I forced a smile, though my mind was miles away. I could almost see the grand ballroom, the glimmering lig
ALEXANDERI was no different from a statue in my own home, dressed like a mannequin by the roadside for an activity that my entire body rejected. It wasn't funny at all.The front of the mirror had been my home for longer than I can remember. It felt like the kind of hell I could taste on my tongue and it wouldn't discontinue.Even right now, I was standing before a mirror. This morning the ball was colder than usual, a stark contrast to what I would be feeling if I cared a bit about whatever the hell was going on here.Rather, I was tired of it. Way exhausted that a thousand sighs had slipped out of my mouth in just minutes. I stood in front of the mirror, my personal stylist adjusting my navy blue suit. IIt was a classic, well-fitted outfit with a subtle sheen that should have made me feel confident. Should. It did the exact opposite of that. The cufflinks, silver and detailed, were the finishing touch. Yet, I found myself distracted, barely noticing the stylist’s careful moveme
I took a deep breath, my fingers interlocked with Lorraine's as I walked out. It felt as though with every step I took, my heart beat even faster. As we approached the grand staircase, I saw a well-dressed Damon patiently waiting for me, and my heart began to race. The anticipation of the ball weighed heavily on me, and a sense of unease gnawed at my insides. Damon bowed respectfully the moment we got to where he stood. "Luna," he murmured. "The Alpha instructed me to lead you to the banquet hall, where the ball will take place." “I don't know, Damon. Are you the one to come pick me up? Shouldn't you be with Alexander? You are his best man for today, remember?” I asked, managing a smile, even though there was not a reason to. “Yes,” he mouthed. “The best man of the groom is meant to bring his wife to the ball.” I replied with a nervous "Okay," and slipped my hand into the waiting crook of his elbow. Then I allowed him to guide me down the stairs. His firm, comforting presence wa
ALAINA In the large pack's living room, I gazed at Lorraine who made a gesture with her hand. On second thought, I turned to look at the man I am in love with - my husband-to-be, Alexander as he was on his feet, walking towards the door of a room not so far from the spot. After a few days since Alexander popped the question, he believed in his heart that it would make some sense to see his mother - the old Luna who lives in his pack. Ever since then, I have thought about nothing but being accepted, or rejected. “Nothing is happening, girl,” Lorraine called out to me, who woke up from my thoughts. “You are too good to be rejected, or don't you know?” “I don't know, Lorraine—” I mouthed. “I was an Omega Wolf the last time I checked. Why won't I be rejected? I want to know why. That the man I love accepted me does not mean the other members of his pack and family will not reject me.” Just then, a door opened. I jumped to my feet, and so did Lorraine. What should I say?
ALEXANDER I hopped in the car after several thoughts, making up my mind on what to do this time around. There was no way I would lose a good, better and at the same time best woman because of this—nonsense! I heaved a sigh and started the engine, driving out of the compound the very next moment. Into the streets of the city, I went. Although my car did not look like it had issues, I believe it did and this was none other reason than the fact that it was slow. Slower than ever. “Don't fuck me up!” I yelled, stopping my drive and heaving a sigh - catching my breath and starting all over after muttering a prayer that the moment and uncalled meeting with Alaina would go perfectly well. What if she doesn't want me any longer? What if this was the end of everything for us both? I wondered with a grimace planted on my countenance, realizing also that I had caught up with the estate that has her house built in it. Soon enough, I was at her gate. How do I get in? I wondered
ALEXANDERIt stuck to my brain. Alaina's face was red with humiliation as she turned and ran into the packhouse, disappearing from view. “Is this all you've finally become?” I snarled at my mother. Is this it?”The camera flashes were enough to blind one. It was that level of crazy! This would hit headlines and news houses in seconds.“No!” She tried to reach for me and held my hand. “You don't understand! This…is insane! That woman has bewitched you!”“Luna…” Damon called out to her. “I think it's best you go in for now. This isn't the best time to be out here, if you know what I'm saying…”“No, I don't know what you're saying!” She snapped at him. “My son is trying to gamble his life and the destiny of the entire pack away and all you are about is all I say? If this happens, it affects you too! Your sister is perfect for him. Why wouldn't he just see that?”“Take her in,” I ordered Damon. I knew what to do. I might as well fuck everything up for everyone. I didn't give a damn.Not
ALAINA“Alaina?” A voice echoed from behind us, and the familiar tone of that voice sent dread all the way to my stomach. I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest as my eyes drifted from Alexander.The Luna? I turned around slowly, and saw her standing there with obvious disapproval on her face, and scorn as she stared at me. “You're a streamer?" she spat, as if the word itself was dirty.Of course it was. To her the word was just as filthy as I was. Even the way she looked at me made me feel so small. Her hatred for me gleamed in those eyes of hers as her gaze shot from Alexander to me. “Answer me. Is everything I just heard true?”I nodded, feeling a defensive flush rise to my cheeks, “But I can explain. It's not—”“It’s not what,” she cut me off, her voice rising in indignation. "I don't care what it is, but just the fact that you're parading yourself online, and flaunting yourself for who-knows-how-many strangers to see! It's shameful. You should be ashamed of yourself, Alaina
ALAINA“Alaina?”My name had never fallen so heavily from a person's mouth and I looked up at Alexander. What the hell was he doing? There were eyes everywhere, people waiting for me to take a wrong step and my identity wound into the internet as it was all they were here for in the first place.My heart was thumping in my chest and I didn't know what to do. My hands wouldn't stop trembling and my knees buckled like they were made of jelly.I tried to free myself from his grasp but Alexander didn't have any intention to let go and I also didn't want to admit— ever— that I was Queen Of Dawn. Not to him, not this way! Not right now.Not like this. If I as much as uttered a word, my cover would be completely blown! Right now I wasn't so sure what he knew so I had to play it safe, but how? The veil was enough protection for my face, not to mention I had a mask on too.“Alaina?” He crouched a little like he wanted to peek through but I turned my face away immediately, letting out an angry
Alexander I felt a sudden jolt of restlessness overtake me as I sat there, shrinking into my seat with boredom as well as disinterest as I watched the women parade around me, and flashing flirty smiles that did nothing but irk me. I wished they would just stop already. I adjusted in my seat, trying to keep my calm and get through today as it was expected of me but even that was becoming more and more difficult by the moment. I didn't want to be here. Neither did I have any interest in any of these women here, and normally that wouldn't matter. But it did. It did. I couldn't stop the restlessness inside of me, I couldn't stop wanting to get out of this hall, and escape all these women that were nothing like her. It was upsetting. Alaina was the only thing on my mind, the only woman that had occupied all the seats in my thoughts, and I didn't have space for anyone else. I couldn’t stop thinking about her or seeing her everywhere I looked, and it was such a torment. I tried not
ALAINAI stood before the sea of cameras, a voice shouted. "Is she really Queen Of Dawn? She's a fake!”The words cut through me like a knife, making my heart skip a beat. I battled nerves, trying to shove off the feeling of being a fake. I forced a smile and waved, trying to appear confident, but my hands trembled slightly.The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and chants, their voices echoing off the walls. "We love you, Queen Of Dawn!" "You're our true queen!" "Queen Of Dawn, Queen Of Dawn!" “I hope the Alpha picks you!”The adoration was overwhelming, making my eyes prick with tears. I felt like I was living a lie, but the crowd's enthusiasm was infectious.But amidst the adoration, a reporter pushed forward, microphone in hand. "Queen Of Dawn, can I get a word with you?" she asked, her voice piercing above the din.The guard protecting me stepped forward, trying to block the reporter. "I'm afraid that's not possible," he growled, his eyes flashing with warning.But I inte
ALEXANDERI was no different from a statue in my own home, dressed like a mannequin by the roadside for an activity that my entire body rejected. It wasn't funny at all.The front of the mirror had been my home for longer than I can remember. It felt like the kind of hell I could taste on my tongue and it wouldn't discontinue.Even right now, I was standing before a mirror. This morning the ball was colder than usual, a stark contrast to what I would be feeling if I cared a bit about whatever the hell was going on here.Rather, I was tired of it. Way exhausted that a thousand sighs had slipped out of my mouth in just minutes. I stood in front of the mirror, my personal stylist adjusting my navy blue suit. IIt was a classic, well-fitted outfit with a subtle sheen that should have made me feel confident. Should. It did the exact opposite of that. The cufflinks, silver and detailed, were the finishing touch. Yet, I found myself distracted, barely noticing the stylist’s careful moveme