Milana
Every werewolf is blessed with a mate handpicked by the Moon Goddess, and so is their line of destiny. Because of that, I have someone, too. I long for him, even though I have never met him. I was ready to love and accept my fated mate as he was, even if he was a nobody and had been considered trash all her life. "You ungrateful child! Are you so busy that you can't even take care of the housework?!" Wanda scolded. "She really is lazy and useless!" Wanda was my foster mother, the woman who had brought me to live with her family after my parents died. I was only seven years old at the time. No, I didn't curse back at her. Just let out a long sigh as I started to clean up the messy house. The people in this house lived like pigs. They'll do anything and leave everything in a mess when they're done. Guess who's going to clean up the mess? Milana Adams, the useless orphan they brought into this house eleven years ago, of course. This kind of cursing is my daily bread. Even so, I've always respected Wanda and her husband like my own parents. I had no one else and was quite grateful that the Gamma family would shelter me. Every time, Wanda would treat me harshly, much different from the way she treated her children. Every night, I imagined her treating me gently so that I could fall asleep peacefully. Just a little while longer. I just had to hold on for a little while longer. My 18th birthday was only two days away. I'm going to meet my mate and move out of this house to live with her. I don't mind that my mate is also an omega, and we have to work hard, serving the pack until we die, but living with someone who wants, loves, and accepts me would be so much more fun than being here. I did everything quickly, washing the dishes, sweeping and mopping, and tidying up the messy middle house before dinner. My dinner was the leftovers left by this family after they'd had their fill. The portions were always very small, but I had gotten used to it and was grateful to still be able to eat and live up to this point. Afterwards, I went into my room, which was actually a warehouse, but I managed to organize it by moving some things out of the way so that one corner was comfortable enough to be a place to rest. A few years after first coming here, I finally stopped sleeping on an old carpet because I bought a thin mattress; at least I'm no longer shivering in winter. Tonight, I can hardly keep my eyes closed. Memories of Mom and Dad make my chest tight. Back then, they always said that when I turned 18, they would be the first to know and would be proud when they saw me shifting to my wolf for the first time. I would turn 18 two days later, and they were already gone. I missed them so much, and before I knew it, tears were rolling down my cheeks. Exhausted, I fell asleep before I could wipe them away. I always woke up earlier than everyone else to cook breakfast. If I'm lucky, I'm done before everyone wakes up, so I can take a little for myself. Wanda would get so mad if she found out I was eating, I'd get punished. I would leave for school before the family finished breakfast because Riana, their daughter who was about my age, wouldn't want to be seen walking with me. Upon arriving at school, the rumours about it being Magnus, the future Alpha's birthday, soon reached my ears. Some girls were gossiping giddily with their friends, hoping that one of them would become the mate of the popular and gorgeous manwolf. Who would have thought that the handsome one was only a day older than me? I entered Math class and, as usual, sat in the corner, avoiding everyone, including the teachers' questions. I looked at the whole class, which was noisy because the class hadn't started yet. Before I knew it, it was already the last semester, and I would be graduating in a few months. "Look at that girl. She looks miserable. Isn't she so ugly and too skinny?" a girl scoffed. "With looks like that, no one would want to be her mate," said another girl. The insults were followed by coquettish giggles. Without even turning my head, I knew who was speaking and who the insults were directed at. They had been bullying me since elementary school. It was Riana and her friends. Riana was a Gamma-born who lived under the same roof as me, Wanda's favourite daughter. I was an only child and had always hoped to have a sibling. Unfortunately, my parents left before that could happen, and back then, I had hoped to get along with Riana. If only that had happened, my life would have been so much better. This morning, she wore a pretty yellow summer dress with embroidered butterflies and small flowers in the hem of the dress, layered it with a semi-transparent white cardigan, and let her long, shiny brown hair down her back. I didn't like her nature, but I admit she was very pretty. She looks like an angel, but her behaviour makes her insecure satan herself. Today, she looked better than usual; it wouldn't be surprising if she was one of the girls hoping to be the mate of the future Alpha. They were quite close, so they may have been dating for the past few months and often went out together. Math class ended earlier than usual. Mr. Brown closed the class with some advice about youth and not letting the wrong associations ruin our future. Cliché. The most annoying thing always happened during the break between classes. I had two choices, either leave early and hide in the restroom, or leave late and enter the next class late. All because I had to avoid Riana and her friends. Even after more than ten years of them calling me names, I never got used to it, and it still hurt me. I never got used to it, and it still hurts me. Riana knew she was hurting me the most when she told me I was bad luck and used this taunt whenever other taunts didn't work. I really didn't understand how such a pretty girl could be so cruel when I'd never done anything bad to her. Riana was quite popular and did it so that all her followers enjoyed making fun of me. At the same time, the other students didn't want to interfere, leaving me shunned by everyone. This day passed like any other. Dark. My hope that things would change tomorrow since it was my birthday, which would open up the opportunity to meet my mate, was my encouragement. Exiting the school gate, I looked up and saw a cloudy sky. I decided to take a shortcut to get home faster. I turned the corner and spotted Joan, the future beta and Magnus' best friend. Sure enough, she was talking to the future Alpha, who was looking at me expressionlessly. She never did that because, for the most popular student, I was invisible, except when she took part in throwing the verbal bully attack. My heart beat faster as unreasonable thoughts passed through my head. It's his 18th birthday today. Is it possible that I'm mated to him? "This is shitty. How come I mated to a filthy weak omega.." "What are you going to do?" asked Joan. "I'd reject her," replied Magnus quickly. "You must be joking," Joan replied. He must not have been told who the girl was. I tried to walk faster because I didn't want to hear any more of their conversation, and it was also better for me to get home and spend the day. I'll go to school again tomorrow, hoping that Magnus isn't my mate because rejection is really scary to me. "You," Magnus called. I stopped walking and turned around. There was no one else on the narrow street, and I was sure he was calling me. Somehow, his voice sounded more melodious than usual. I stopped walking and turned to him. The young man stepped closer to me with an expression that was hard to read. As the musky scent emanating from his body grew stronger, I realized that he was someone the Moon Goddess had chosen to be my mate. However, what I heard from his mouth before this made my heart beat fast in anticipation. That meant she was going to reject me. I saw him smile wryly before saying, "I, Magnus Barrett, reject Milana Adams as a mate." I gaped for oxygen and collapsed to the floor, clutching my aching chest. Not only did my feelings hurt when I heard the one destined to be my mate utter that rejection, but even though it was only for a moment, my heart seemed to be squeezed from the inside as I realized that now the future would no longer be what I had hoped for.MilanaWhat told me that this wasn't a dream was the pain that hadn't completely disappeared from my chest. With what was left of my pride, which to them was probably nothing, I got up, trying to stand up straight and desperately holding back my tears. My hopes of finding a mate were high, though it was unlikely I would find one as soon as I connected with my wolf. It could be that the one destined for me was on the other side of the world. But really, there isn't a single cell in my body that hopes to get an alpha born as a mate. I only wanted a low-status man-wolf and to be able to spend my life with him. Now, my hope to be free of Wanda was gone. I don't know what I've done wrong for the Moon Goddess to punish me this severely. The rejection of my fated mate had never crossed my mind. I hadn't even felt the electric sensation when I came into contact with my mate, as many people had told me. My life felt like an endless nightmare. I was too focused on myself to notice where Rian
MilanaMagnus' presence certainly drew more attention. Now, more and more people were curious about what was going on, and a few other people were whispering condescendingly to me.He walked over to us and immediately embraced Riana after she released her hug from me. Seeing how romantic and harmonious they were made my chest tight. I felt jealous because Magnus should have treated me well. However, what he said next added to the hurt in my heart."Don't you see how kind my mate is, even after you hurt her like that? Don't you feel guilty?" he said while gently stroking the sobbing Riana's back in his arms.It can't be like this. I have to explain everything so that people understand. "It's not like that-""Save your excuses!" interrupted one of them."But, I don't-""She's annoying and talks too much!" the other said.Again, I still needed to finish my sentence. I closed my eyes for a moment to subdue the overflowing emotions resulting from my heartache."Why are you silent about bei
MilanaThe clashing sound of metal woke me from sleep. I squinted as blinding sunlight pierced my eyes. The light came from a small window high on one side of the wall. A musty smell interrupted my sense of smell, and I realized I was in a damp and stuffy place.My whole body ached, and I tried to sit on the edge of the bed, only to realize that I was behind bars. Am I being held here? But why?I saw two huge, bulky men behind the bars. Their looks and gazes added to the creepiness that scared me. One of them was carrying an iron rod. Apparently, he was the one hitting the bars, probably to get me up."Who are you, and which pack did you come from?" asked the black one. His damp, curly, brown hair bobbed with his every move.I didn't open my mouth, as I was too stunned by this situation."Oy! Are you mute?!" yelled the blonde man with the iron rod after a few seconds of not getting an answer from me."I think I hit my head. Let's ask her again later," said his friend before they turne
Maximus"Alpha, we're ready," one of my warrior said, and I nodded.After we had breakfast, I saw the young wolves sitting in groups around the camp. More than half of them were training for the first time after their first shift. The youngest was only 16 years old, and I was relieved to see how their spirits were still high.We had stayed up all night, running under the full moon, followed by hunting wild animals and practising martial arts until morning. After breakfast, the plan was to head back to pack land.It's been days since I last went from home to camp. When I'm on training duty, I always make sure my people only bother me with packing business if it's urgent.We packed everything before breakfast, and the vehicles arrived a few minutes later. 27 of us set off and arrived in the morning, unloading our stuff with my beta supervision. At the same time, I went to the office to check if anything was missing while I was away. But no, my people were quite capable, and I breathed a
Milana's POVAs the warm water enveloped my skin, I let out a small sigh of relief. I had dreaded the moment Maximus carried me into the bathroom, thinking he’d insist on staying. But, to my surprise, he left without argument, handing the task of cleaning me to two omegas.Those two women introduced themselves when I took a seat before the vanity, then continued to work in silence.They worked diligently, scrubbing away the grime of my fall and the dampness of the prison cell. One of them, Amel, was particularly shy, stealing nervous glances at me as if afraid I might disapprove of her. The other, Erna, seemed more confident, her hands quick and efficient as she washed and dried my hair.Amel finally spoke after drying the ends of my hair with a soft towel. “It’s an honor to serve you, Luna,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I blinked, unsure how to respond. “Luna?”Her cheeks turned crimson as she nodded. “Yes. We’ve waited so long for Alpha Maximus to find someone. The pa
Milana’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as my cheeks flushed bright red. I quickly averted my eyes, hoping to escape the intensity of his gaze. My heart raced, and I fumbled with the blanket in an attempt to appear indifferent.Why did he have to be so bold? His confidence was unnerving. I wasn’t used to this—any of it. All my life, I had avoided the attention of men. I wasn’t even sure I knew how to interact with one, let alone someone like Maximus.He chuckled, clearly amused by my embarrassment. “You’ll get used to it,” he said, his voice low and smooth as if he could read my thoughts.I pressed my lips together, refusing to look at him. Instead, I focused on the intricate patterns woven into the blanket. Maybe if I stayed quiet long enough, he’d let me disappear into the background.But Maximus wasn’t one to let silence linger. “A designer will come later today to take your measurements,” he said, his tone now serious.I frowned, finally daring to glance at him
Milana's POVI had no choice but to trust Maximus. He was all I had now.As we walked deeper into the building, I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and awe. The dark corridors were silent, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. When we finally emerged into a grand hall, I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat.Massive marble pillars lined both sides of the room, their smooth surfaces glinting faintly under the sunlight streaming through the tinted glass dome above. The colorful tinted glass cascading a rainbow throughout the room made it simultaneously eerie and breathtaking. The air felt charged, almost electric, and I instinctively gripped my hands together to steady myself.At the center of the room stood an enormous statue of a wolf, its form carved with such detail that it looked almost alive. The wolf's head was lifted in a silent howl, its eyes fierce and proud.An odd pressure settled over me, like an invisible weight pressing
Milana's POVThe woman's gaze raked over me like a blade, dissecting every part of my appearance and judging me with each passing second. Her stare was far too familiar—the same cold, dismissive look I had endured from others in my old pack. It made my stomach churn with discomfort, and I felt the weight of her silent judgment press down on me.Trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation, I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I think we're done here," I said, attempting to sound firm. Rising abruptly from my chair, I avoided meeting her eyes, hoping to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the room.But as I moved, the sinking realization hit me—I was alone. Erna, my one source of comfort, was nowhere to be seen. She must have stepped out while I was distracted, leaving me to face this sharp-tongued designer alone."Oh, no, darling," the woman said smoothly, her voice laced with condescension. "We're far from done."Before I could react, she reached out and grabbed my w
Milana’s POVThe room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I lay sprawled across the plush mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Memories danced in my mind, vivid and tantalizing. It was always the same—those nights when Max and I had been lost in each other, tangled in passion. My lips curled into a small smile as I recalled the way he had whispered my name, his touch igniting a fire that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known.Max had a way of making me feel alive, as if the world outside didn’t matter. He could tease me with a single glance, a mischievous smile that sent my heart racing. He always knew what to say, what to do, to strip away any resistance I might have. He was magnetic, and I was powerless to resist him.But tonight was different. The memories weren’t enough to distract me from the heaviness in my body. For days now, I’d felt unusually fatigued. My energy was sapped, and I spent more time lying in bed than doing anything productive. Even the
Riana’s POVThe pain from the lashes still burned across my back, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through my body. The wounds throbbed beneath the thin fabric of my dress, a constant, searing reminder of the public humiliation I had endured. But worse than the physical pain was the sting of their judgment. Their whispers followed me like shadows, hissing insults and mocking my fall from grace. I could feel their eyes on me, sharp and cold, as if their gazes alone could strip me of whatever dignity I had left.I moved cautiously through the packhouse, every step a test of my resilience. My body ached with every breath, my pride bleeding as heavily as my wounds. I kept my head high, but it was a façade—one that threatened to crumble under the weight of their ridicule. They had once envied me, admired me, sought to be me. Now, they watched with satisfaction as I suffered, their hatred palpable and unrelenting.Memories of who I used to be haunted me with every passing moment.
Riana’s POVThe sharp, throbbing ache coursing through my body was the first thing I felt as I stirred from unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and uncooperative, as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. The familiar warmth and scent of my room greeted me, but the comfort it once brought felt distant and hollow. Every part of me hurt, like I had been ripped apart and pieced back together with trembling hands.A voice called my name, soft and trembling with worry. My head turned toward the sound, and I saw my mother standing by the bed, her face pale and streaked with tears. Her lips quivered as she tried to smile, but the sorrow in her eyes betrayed her. My father stood beside her, his usual commanding presence dimmed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of something unspeakable. The air in the room was heavy with grief, suffocating in its intensity.“Riana, my love,” my mother whispered, her voice breaking. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my d
Riana’s POVThe sharp sting of Magnus’s slap reverberated across my cheek, the impact so fierce that my vision blurred momentarily. My head snapped to the side, and a gasp escaped my lips, though I quickly swallowed the sound, refusing to show weakness. The air between us burned with unspoken fury, thick with Magnus’s rage as he loomed over me, his face contorted in disdain.“You’re the source of all this chaos, Riana,” he spat, his voice venomous. “None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t listened to you. You’ve ruined everything—my reputation, my future, my place in the pack. All of it!”I pressed my trembling hand against my stinging cheek, glaring up at him through tear-filled eyes. “Don’t act like this is all my fault, Magnus!” I shot back, my voice trembling but defiant. “You made your choices too. This wasn’t just me.”Magnus’s hand shot out, gripping my chin with brutal force and tilting my face toward him. His eyes burned with a mix of fury and frustration, his lips curling
Riana's POVThe oppressive silence of the grand hall weighed down on me as I stood beside Magnus. My heart pounded, a mixture of indignation and unease twisting in my chest. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.The twelve elders sat in a perfect circle at the center of the room, draped in black robes that concealed their faces. Their mere presence radiated authority, making it hard to breathe. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure as their eyes—or what I imagined were their eyes—bore into us."Magnus Hale and Riana Devereaux," one of them began, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the hall. "Your recent actions have brought disgrace to this pack."I bristled at his words, my spine straightening as a surge of indignation coursed through me. Disgrace? The word echoed in my mind, fueling the fire of my growing frustration. How could defending myself, standing my ground, be seen as disgraceful? My nails dug into my palm
Milana’s POVThe aftermath of the fight hung heavy in the air as Max turned to me, his stormy eyes scanning my face for any sign of injury. His hand brushed lightly against my arm as if to ensure I was still in one piece. "Are you okay?" he asked, his deep voice laced with concern.I nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "I'm fine, Max. Really," I assured him. My voice was steady, though my adrenaline was still coursing through me. I didn't miss the way his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he silently assessed the situation."Milana, you went too far," Magnus's voice cut through the tension. His tone carried both frustration and something else-something almost desperate. He stood next to Riana, who was leaning against him, her face pale and her once-polished appearance now a shadow of its former glory.I raised an eyebrow at him, my lips curving into a smirk. "Did I? Last I checked, she was the one who attacked me first." My voice was calm, yet laced with enough veno
Milana’s POVThe shrill pitch of Riana’s scream cut through the tranquil garden like a blade, drawing every pair of eyes in our direction. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd as they turned to watch the spectacle unfolding before them. I didn’t flinch or falter, my gaze fixed on her as she stomped toward me with fury etched across her delicate, arrogant features. Riana always carried herself as if she were the center of the universe, her confidence built on years of entitlement and manipulation. With her perfectly styled updo and designer gown clinging to her every curve, she looked every bit the queen of her own delusional world.But to me, she was nothing more than a thorn—a nuisance that pricked but never truly hurt. Her sense of superiority had always grated on me, but tonight, I welcomed it. She had made her move, and I wasn’t about to back down.Her voice trembled with rage as she screamed again, calling me names and throwing accusations that barely registered in my m
Milana’s POVThe evening air in the garden was cool, carrying the faint scent of blooming roses. I turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, expecting perhaps Daisy again. Instead, my breath hitched. Standing there, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight, were two men I knew all too well—Lewis and Magnus.A chill crept up my spine as my gaze locked on them, though I quickly masked it with a cold glare. Of all the people I could have encountered tonight, these two were the last I wanted to see. The weight of their presence was suffocating, like a shadow stretching across the moonlit garden.Lewis’s sharp eyes raked over me, dissecting me with a look that felt invasive, as though he could uncover every thought in my mind. There was something unnerving about the way he stared—intense, calculating, as if I were a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve. His demeanor was far from warm or fatherly, despite his earlier claims of being my blood. Instead, it was laced with a possessiven
Milana’s POVThe soft glow of the vanity lights reflected off the delicate silver necklace clasped around my neck as I adjusted it one last time. Max stood behind me, his towering presence as steady and commanding as ever, watching me through the mirror with an approving gaze."You look perfect," he said simply, his voice carrying that effortless authority that always made my chest tighten.I turned slightly, letting the soft fabric of the emerald gown cascade around me. The rich green hue complemented my skin tone perfectly, bringing out the subtle warmth in my complexion. Max had chosen it with his usual impeccable taste—fitted at the waist to accentuate my figure, while the skirt flowed down in a cascade of silky folds, brushing lightly against the floor. The neckline was modest yet alluring, with just enough to hint at elegance without being overly revealing. Every detail of the dress was designed to make a statement, from the intricate stitching to the delicate shimmer that caugh