It soon became known to everyone that Sebastian would have a Chosen Luna Queen. The maids exchanged information in secret, speculating about who would become the Luna Queen."I think it might be Caroline Stevenson from the Cold Moon Tribe; I heard she's a rare beauty.""I'm casting my vote for Yetta Augustine from the Nightwalker Tribe; she has an impressive combat record and would be a great Luna Queen."……Naturally, as the mate Sebastian had abandoned, I became the subject of everyone's jokes. They never said anything offensive to my face, but privately, they whispered and chuckled behind my back.Some people with bad intentions will deliberately put on a friendly gesture, asking embarrassing questions like, "Do you have any news about who will become The Chosen Luna Queen?" or "What will you do when The Chosen Luna Queen arrives?"I ignored their taunts. Gradually, they began to isolate me, with only Giselle, Elaine, and Julie still remaining friendly."Charlotte!" The chief maid,
(Trigger warning: adult content)Se...Sebastian.The whole room was filled with his charming cedar aroma. The smell made my heart beat faster, I was dizzy and... I felt dangerous.He is sitting on the sofa in the living room. His originally dark eyes turned scarlet and he looked straight at me. His eyes were filled with contempt, ridicule, disdain, hatred, and lust. I couldn't help but feel scared and got goosebumps all over my body."Miss Charlotte, it's very late now, do you have anything urgent?" Louis asked. I knew that he wanted me to give Sebastian a valid reason for my late-night visit."I.."As soon as I opened my mouth, Sebastian walked towards me angrily. He grabbed my arm and dragged me toward his office. He opened the door, pushed me in, and locked the door."What on earth are you going to do?!" I complained. I was dragged away by him just now and almost sprained my feet."Lie down on the table," he said."What?" I looked confused."Don't force me to use Alpha's command on
"Where were you last night? I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and found that you were not in bed." Julie asked me.Julie's words caused the other maids dining in the kitchen to look at me.It's nine o'clock in the morning. We have just finished our morning routine and are sitting in the kitchen having breakfast. There is a long wooden table placed in the center of the kitchen. The wood is not painted, the surface is covered with scratches and is slightly soft. Normally, this table is used as a work surface where the chefs prepare dishes. When meal time came, the servants would eat at this table."I couldn't sleep last night, so I went for a walk." I made up an excuse and said casually. I don't want to mention what happened last night to anyone. I feel ashamed thinking about it now."Charlotte, you look very pale, did you get enough rest?" Jessica suddenly said to me.Is she caring about me? It quite surprised me."Thank you, I feel fine." I replied somewhat re
"I don't think so, miss," I denied."Really? What's your name?" she asked."Charlotte,""There is indeed someone named Charlotte among the people I know. What's your last name?""Sorry, miss, my family name is not worth mentioning." I panicked and couldn't help but swallow my saliva.She didn't answer. She just held her head high, trying to remember, muttering a few words to herself from time to time."Moore, is that you? Charlotte Moore?""It's really you! When did we last meet? Oh... it must have been years ago. How did you change so much? And why have you become a maid?" She jumped off the bed and approached me, staring at my face.I'm sure my embarrassment was quite evident, but the Yetta I knew was never one to be subtle.Seeing that I didn't say a word, she urged impatiently: "Tell me, what's going on?"I didn't say anything, just shook my head."Okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it." She was discouraged and stopped asking.At night, when Sebastian walked into the room,
Yetta was wearing a light green checkered gauze shirt with a silk skirt in a matching shade, paired with white sandals. Her hair was elegantly coiled into a bun with a few stray locks cascading on her forehead. She stood by the fountain, surrounded by geraniums and wind chimes, resembling a lady in a painting: serene, elegant, and dreamy.In the center of the fountain pool was an elf sculpture. The elf held a lily, and water sprouted from the flower's core, flowing down along the elf's dress, forming a circle of water curtains. In the gentle morning sunlight, it formed a misty white spray. The pool's surface rippled with concentric rings, and its water appeared deep green because the bottom of the pool was covered with moss.Yetta's poised elegance only lasted less than five minutes. Her heart was full of restlessness and anticipation. She walked around and around the fountain, complaining from time to time that the skirt was too narrow for her to move her legs, and the soles of her s
Sebastian's POV Yetta's lips were as soft and sweet as honey, yet from that kiss, I tasted bitterness. The moment our lips touched, a complex mix of discontent, loneliness, and self-loathing welled up in my heart. Every second became unbearably long. I ended that kiss and turned to look in the direction of the path. When I glimpsed Charlotte's slender and resolute figure, I yearned to rush over and hold her tight in my arms. Why did I seek revenge on her when it was me who got hurt? "Because you're a fool!" my wolf, Taylor, suddenly sneered. He had been lurking in my mind, probing every subtle thought of mine. "Shut up, you bastard!" I retorted angrily. "Haven't you realized what a foolish mistake you've made? You love Charlotte, you want to hold her, kiss her, be with her, but you're too stubborn to admit your desire for her. What's more, to get back at her, you repeatedly got close to women you didn't love in front of her. She's suffering, and so are you. You're making me suff
In just a few days, Yetta rapidly lost weight. Emotional distress drained her energy and appetite. She barely ate enough to sustain her life each day, far from sufficient to support her daily training. Her weight dropped by three pounds, her cheeks grew gaunt, her eyes dimmed, and her skin lost its luster. At night, I retrieved the cleaned clothes from the laundry and brought them to Yetta's room. I knocked on the door and heard Yetta's slurred voice from inside.The room was pitch black, filled with the smell of alcohol. I fumbled for the switch on the wall, turned on the lights.Yetta was reclined on the couch, wearing a purple velvet slip nightgown with one strap slipping off her right shoulder, revealing a bit of cleavage. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she held a bottle of alcohol in her right hand. Empty bottles were scattered on the floor."Come here," she squinted and beckoned me."Oh my goodness! How much have you drunk?" I exclaimed."Just a littl
He grabbed a piece of paper from the table, crumpled it into a ball, and hurled it at me. I sidestepped to dodge it. My chest was filled with anger. You jerk! I cursed in my heart. "Sorry, Alpha King," I said, feigning to be calm. "I have to report to you that Miss Yetta has been in a bad mood lately." "So what?" he sneered, squinting at me. "You should entertain her, that's what you, as a maid, should do." "You are the one she's troubled about," I explained. He furrowed his brow, lips tight. "For the past half month, you haven't met her once. She's lovesick, sad every day, seeking solace in alcohol. You shouldn't..." "What shouldn't I do?" he snapped. "You shouldn't treat her this way. I'm asking you to spend more time with her," I replied. "Are you joking? You want me to spend more time with her? You're quite the character. I dare say no one would beg their mate to cuckold them as you do," he squeezed out the word 'cuckold' between his teeth. The mocking smile disappeared f