Harper’s POVWith the little boy’s words, the people around me awaken from their trance, coming to their senses with words of praise, complimenting me on how pretty I look. I’m puzzled about how to feel about all of this, the attention is overwhelming, my fingers play with the material of my dress in hopes of quelling my anxiety.All my life I have been made fun of for my bland appearance, and suddenly, I’m being celebrated… Butterflies flutter around inside me, and I shyly smile in response to their kind words. I’m sure that my face is probably red as well, but I can’t help it. This is all new to me.Trying to avoid the hundreds of eyes upon me, I go to reach for the one thing that encompasses a sense of normality, my glasses. I pick them up, about to put them on in hopes that once I can see my surroundings again, things will return to normal.Just then, my hand is halted in its pursuit of calming my unease, a strong masculine hand rests upon it, slowly untwisting the glasses out of
Harper’s POVWith a quick click of the button, I blackout the torch in fright, and grab Dylan’s hand unconsciously. My eyes scan our surroundings, desperate for a place to hide. Even in darkness, the moon shines a soft light that I’m thankful for, and it illuminates a small pit near where we’re standing.“This way.” I whisper, pulling him towards the descending ground. It's damp, muddy and overwhelmed with weeds, but it will do. However, I make it but an inch till I’m lugging what feels like a boulder, unmoving. I turn back to Dylan, confused by his lack of haste.He frowns. “A King does not cower,” he grumbles quietly, clearly talking to himself.“Dylan, we must hurry!” I stress in a hushed voice.But the man seems caught up in his own thoughts, “What the hell. This is madness.” I watch him expel a defiant huff, running a hand through his hair trying to contain his frustration as he continues muttering. “I do not live in a shabby cabin. She shouldn’t be living in a shabby cabin. No o
Harper’s POVAlthough Dylan’s encouragement yesterday had induced confidence in me to stand up to Erin last night. Today I feel frail, gazing into Dylan’s serious gray orbs. Leaving me wanting to retreat like a balloon, escaping a child’s hand and fleeing into the atmosphere.I’m aware that the maid selection competition will involve testing skills in cooking and housework, which I am decent at. However, in the werewolf world, your rank matters heavily and your rank is classified by strength.I therefore fear there’ll be a test of strength. And as an alpha who is weaker than an omega, there’s no way my strength will carry me through the test. Not to mention, I haven’t shown an ounce of talent in learning those offensive attacks!I’m doomed!I’m fully aware of Dylan’s eyes on me, and eventually he interrupts my spiraling thoughts with his voice. “Where's all the confidence I saw within you yesterday Harper?”I swallow hard at his imposing presence, lowering my gaze sadly to finally exp
Harper’s POVI’m completely astonished by the fact I’ve just used the spell from the small note that Dylan dropped. And it generated that much power? This is insane.But I don’t have time to further comprehend what's just happened.Clearly, my spell cast and forceful attack have only enraged the bear even further. The forestry in the distance is physically thrashed about, implying movement from the bear. It rushes out again and towards me in more furious rage.Hoping twice is the charm, I try to use the spell again. But nothing expels from my fingertips. I can sense that my magic has been drained. I’m at a loss for what to do now. I’m completely exposed with nothing to defend myself with.Fear churns my gut as I suddenly feel hopeless. In the end, I close my eyes, timidly lifting my hand in a faint attempt to protect my face.I sense the large predator approaching, and I wince as a claw swipes across my arm. But that's all I feel. I’m confused, and I’m still afraid to look. But eventu
Harper's POVI feel completely dysfunctional, like a woolen sheep battling heatstroke. Fire scorches through my body while sweat dampens my skin and makes my dress cling to my breasts. It’s as if I’ve fallen into heat!My heart rapidly pounds against my chest as I brace my back against the door. Despite being locked, the man that has been chasing me continues to bang against it with clear intent to get in.Bang, Bang, Bang. My body throttles with each terrifying knock, knowing that it won’t take long for him to break through the wooden barrier. “Moon Goddess. Please protect me from harm. Save me!”As if the room hears my plea, one of the large windows unlatches with a sudden jolt. Thrusting open to allow an intense gust of wind into the room, bringing with it a dashing figure that leaps inside with spectacular ease.It’s Dylan! And suddenly, he’s all I can think about.The male stares at me with a considerable look of indifference. Completely unaware that my mind is spiraling out of
Harper’s POVThe numerous eyes on me remain haunting, and I do my best to ignore and act as confident as I can externally muster. But no one knows that I’m actually so, so nervous!!!My back aches from trying to keep it straight, and my arms are sore from forcing them to remain stiff at my sides. All I want to do is cower inwards, but no, I wouldn’t lose momentum now, because I promised Dylan!After providing my registration sheet, I stand on the side of the stage alongside the other registered participants. Watching as father gives his final speech of the day. And as he does so, my mind flickers back to what feels like hours ago.5 minutes ago… “The registration ceremony will be over in 5 minutes.” The statement from Dylan has me jolting in alarm. I’ve been gasping for air on the side of the pool, drenched and wet. I blink myself awake, “Oh yeah… oh my god, yes! Yes! The registration ceremony!” I echo his words but with a considerable amount of embarrassment attached.I find myself
Dean’s POV“The King is majestic and masculine. Not a monster.”But my protest goes unheard, as she just continues to mindlessly stick her photos upon the wall. It doesn't help my frustration when she adds, “How are you so sure? You’ve not seen the King’s face either! He could actually have four eyes, and I’ve even drawn one less.”I try my best to control my eyeballs from glaring out, only releasing an exasperated sigh at this pointless conversation. There's clearly no point arguing with her!Just then, I receive a mind link from my Beta informing he has some information. “Your Majesty, the old wizard and I found evidence that there used to be a very rare and mysterious werewolf pack whose members were capable of using magic!”How interesting…My eyes glance over Harper in inspection as she is none the wiser, whilst Tyler continues speaking. “However, this pack has already been exterminated…”I frown. But then how and why does she remain? “And a new prophecy has emerged from Leonardo
Harper’s POVThis is insane!My hands press against my breast, as if trying to capture my heart in case it bursts out of my chest from how hard it’s pounding. Aware that I am now able to fully wield my magic because of the sudden power surge. I cautiously try again, slightly doubtful if this will really work.But I have to try… Taking in a deep breath first, I outstretch my hands again, aiming at the trees and branches that I am in dire need of. Releasing my breath, consistent beams of light leave my hands. They travel towards the needed pieces of wood, acting like saws, they cut down the branches with ease. Pieces of wood fall all around me, ready for use.I drop my hands in a gasp. Astounded by what I’ve just accomplished!But I don’t have time to waste. I hurry to grab all the pieces and rush back to my assigned room. Still not comprehending much of what I just did, my legs feel like jelly. So I jog back like a baby deer still learning how to use its legs, the pieces of wood loudl
Third POVDean stares wide-eyed at his surroundings. Just a moment ago he was just getting out of his lovely hot shower, having only thrown on a bathrobe. And now, he stands speechless in the middle of town. He runs a hand through his hair trying to quell his astonishment. However, all makes sense when his gaze lands on Harper. He sighs.She summoned him…Harper on the other hand is overjoyed by Dylan’s presence, and curiously inquires as to why he is here. When he fails to respond immediately, she jumps with excitement, answering her own question. “Oh, I know! You must have come because you were worried about me!” her chubby cheeks only accentuate her smile as she continues to ponder on his entrance.“But wait, isn’t the competition site restricted to contestants only? How did you even manage to get in?” Faced with Harper’s innocence, Dean can only snort in response. Instead, he turns to look at the kitchen door, and then back at his virgin mate, asking nonchalantly. “So, what proble
Third POVAfter regrouping her mindless minions, Erin directs them to follow the scent of the weak damsel that threatens her position. Erin would see to the collapse of Harper’s existence, if that is what she has to do to gain the glory and prestige promised to her by family right.Harper deserves none of it.Erin leads the way, walking with devilish intent. You’d think she is dressed for a fashion show and not a cooking event. But her mother made sure she was always prepared to be viewed by possible suitors.And today is no exception. Erin’s glistening long blonde hair is meticulously styled into a complicated braid. All intertwining into one thick strand that falls down to her waist. She wears a stunning, luxurious winter sweater, and sharp, brown leather thigh high boots settle over her pants and tie the look together.Flicking her hair over her shoulder, the blonde eyes the surrounding field with a grin, speaking to herself, “Even if I don’t do anything to her. There’s no way she’
Samuel’s POVDiscovering that the pendant on Harper’s chest had transformed into a clover was a riveting find. It meant that my carefully designed plan to aggravate the bear and lure it near the pack that day had worked. I’m one step closer to avenging and resurrecting my love.The game has begun.Or maybe, the game began the moment Harper and Dean met.And my darling Felicity. It won’t be long now. Soon, we will be reunited… and all will be right in the world.Gazing down at my hands, I concentrate hard on the ruby gem resting in my palm. Watching the gem glow, soothing me with its presence. And with the promise that it will unlock Harper’s first seal. All that is left to do is ensure that the misguided Harper naturally obtains the ruby during the second round of the maid competition.Which I also have a perfect plan for.Just in time. I internally say to myself, while beholding a contradicting gentlemanly smile as Erin approaches me. Playing into my mild manner disguise, I softly pa
Harper’s POVIt’s Christmas Day! And well, it's the same as the last really. My family has completely forgotten I exist since they are so busy catering to guests. And I haven’t received any gifts. Dylan also disappeared for the day, saying that he has something to deal with. Trying not to dampen the Christmas spirit, I decide that I’ll head to the business district to entertain myself.I put on my only, but favorite pair of bright green winter boots. They're extremely worn out, but I can’t afford another pair. And I love these tremendously. I throw on a wooly jacket, grab my bag and head out.It really didn’t matter that I hadn’t received any gifts, couldn’t buy any, or wouldn’t get to spend the day with family. Just arriving in the business district, I’m surrounded by all things festive! And that's more than enough to make my day.The air is joyous and spectacular, as snow graces every rooftop and every pathway. Snowflakes trickle down from the sky, as festive music warms my soul. I
Harper’s POVThis is insane!My hands press against my breast, as if trying to capture my heart in case it bursts out of my chest from how hard it’s pounding. Aware that I am now able to fully wield my magic because of the sudden power surge. I cautiously try again, slightly doubtful if this will really work.But I have to try… Taking in a deep breath first, I outstretch my hands again, aiming at the trees and branches that I am in dire need of. Releasing my breath, consistent beams of light leave my hands. They travel towards the needed pieces of wood, acting like saws, they cut down the branches with ease. Pieces of wood fall all around me, ready for use.I drop my hands in a gasp. Astounded by what I’ve just accomplished!But I don’t have time to waste. I hurry to grab all the pieces and rush back to my assigned room. Still not comprehending much of what I just did, my legs feel like jelly. So I jog back like a baby deer still learning how to use its legs, the pieces of wood loudl
Dean’s POV“The King is majestic and masculine. Not a monster.”But my protest goes unheard, as she just continues to mindlessly stick her photos upon the wall. It doesn't help my frustration when she adds, “How are you so sure? You’ve not seen the King’s face either! He could actually have four eyes, and I’ve even drawn one less.”I try my best to control my eyeballs from glaring out, only releasing an exasperated sigh at this pointless conversation. There's clearly no point arguing with her!Just then, I receive a mind link from my Beta informing he has some information. “Your Majesty, the old wizard and I found evidence that there used to be a very rare and mysterious werewolf pack whose members were capable of using magic!”How interesting…My eyes glance over Harper in inspection as she is none the wiser, whilst Tyler continues speaking. “However, this pack has already been exterminated…”I frown. But then how and why does she remain? “And a new prophecy has emerged from Leonardo
Harper’s POVThe numerous eyes on me remain haunting, and I do my best to ignore and act as confident as I can externally muster. But no one knows that I’m actually so, so nervous!!!My back aches from trying to keep it straight, and my arms are sore from forcing them to remain stiff at my sides. All I want to do is cower inwards, but no, I wouldn’t lose momentum now, because I promised Dylan!After providing my registration sheet, I stand on the side of the stage alongside the other registered participants. Watching as father gives his final speech of the day. And as he does so, my mind flickers back to what feels like hours ago.5 minutes ago… “The registration ceremony will be over in 5 minutes.” The statement from Dylan has me jolting in alarm. I’ve been gasping for air on the side of the pool, drenched and wet. I blink myself awake, “Oh yeah… oh my god, yes! Yes! The registration ceremony!” I echo his words but with a considerable amount of embarrassment attached.I find myself
Harper's POVI feel completely dysfunctional, like a woolen sheep battling heatstroke. Fire scorches through my body while sweat dampens my skin and makes my dress cling to my breasts. It’s as if I’ve fallen into heat!My heart rapidly pounds against my chest as I brace my back against the door. Despite being locked, the man that has been chasing me continues to bang against it with clear intent to get in.Bang, Bang, Bang. My body throttles with each terrifying knock, knowing that it won’t take long for him to break through the wooden barrier. “Moon Goddess. Please protect me from harm. Save me!”As if the room hears my plea, one of the large windows unlatches with a sudden jolt. Thrusting open to allow an intense gust of wind into the room, bringing with it a dashing figure that leaps inside with spectacular ease.It’s Dylan! And suddenly, he’s all I can think about.The male stares at me with a considerable look of indifference. Completely unaware that my mind is spiraling out of
Harper’s POVI’m completely astonished by the fact I’ve just used the spell from the small note that Dylan dropped. And it generated that much power? This is insane.But I don’t have time to further comprehend what's just happened.Clearly, my spell cast and forceful attack have only enraged the bear even further. The forestry in the distance is physically thrashed about, implying movement from the bear. It rushes out again and towards me in more furious rage.Hoping twice is the charm, I try to use the spell again. But nothing expels from my fingertips. I can sense that my magic has been drained. I’m at a loss for what to do now. I’m completely exposed with nothing to defend myself with.Fear churns my gut as I suddenly feel hopeless. In the end, I close my eyes, timidly lifting my hand in a faint attempt to protect my face.I sense the large predator approaching, and I wince as a claw swipes across my arm. But that's all I feel. I’m confused, and I’m still afraid to look. But eventu