My eyes slowly opened as waking came to me. My whole body ached; even after sleeping, I still felt exhausted, as if I hadn't rested enough. Sunlight streamed through the large window where the curtains had already been drawn. What time is it? The sound of a spoon clinking against a cup woke me. I peeked out from under the covers. Elijah was sitting on the daybed, dressed in a black kimono, his legs crossed quietly as he sipped his coffee. The aroma wafted over to me. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Elijah ordered. I didn't answer, instead burrowing deeper under the covers. I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing, so how could I get out of bed like this? I heard his footsteps approaching, and I grew more alert. Suddenly, he yanked off the blanket, and a rush of cold air hit my entire body. "No!" I yelped, immediately covering my sensitive parts even though it felt pointless. "I'm embarrassed." "I explored every inch of you. What's there to be embarrassed about?" He snorted. After everythin
"Change your clothes now!" Elijah's voice was low but intimidating. I shook my head. "No." "You want to pick a fight with me?" His power radiated, making me feel unsteady. Eugenia reached out to support me, but she, too, was affected by Elijah's power. "Please, my king. If you do this, everyone will feel your wrath," Eugenia pleaded. "So be it! Let them know that anyone who defies me will suffer the consequences!" Elijah grabbed my chin, his gaze cutting into me. "Like you, little Omega, I could get rid of you right now!" Our eyes locked, his stare slicing through me like a blade. I could only gasp softly, the pain overwhelming me. "King Elijah, please!" Eugenia's voice trembled. Silence. No music. Just the murmur of the crowd. Elijah released his grip, exhaling sharply. "I'll have Delilah change now, but... everyone has seen her in this dress," Eugenia said, pausing. "Won't that raise questions, my king?" In my mind, I was confused; why did these royal wolves care so much
"Oh dear, Elena." Eloise only covered her mouth, though I could see a devilish smile hiding behind it. Elena just gave a wry smile and said, "Oops..." "Her dress, my goodness." Blanche gasped. Meanwhile, Gianna just watched Elena with a worried look, not daring to speak. These royal women, older as they were, acted like children—especially Elena. But what could I do against those whose rank far exceeded mine? I became the center of attention, feeling small as the whispers began, some even giggling at my condition. I desperately held back my tears, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. Then I saw Elijah approaching. His face was cold, disappointed. Worse, he looked furious. Without saying a word, I pushed my way through the crowd around me, ignoring the people who called after me, "My queen!" You're all just saying that because Elijah's here. Deep down, I bet you're mocking me, saying, "Look at this Omega who thinks she's a Luna. She doesn't deserve the t
I made a grave mistake by bringing that Omega back with me. I should have just let her suffer and die slowly at the bottom of that ravine. But when I first smelled the wolfsbane so strongly on her, I didn't expect her to survive and carry on. She has a strong survival instinct, or so I thought then. However, I was wrong. And now that I've introduced her to everyone as Luna, it will be almost impossible to take my decision back. Even if no one dares to show it in front of me, behind my back, they'll be looking for any chance to undermine me. The royal families all wear masks over their natural wolf instincts. These masks are so ingrained that you never know when they're genuine or ready to stab you in the back. I walked down the stairs and back into the hall, where Elena approached me with her usual leisurely steps. Her mischievous smile greeted me. As far back as I could remember, I had never seen genuine warmth or sincerity on her face. "Happy?" I asked quietly. "Well,
As I walked down, holding the sides of my robe, I focused only on Elijah. I avoided eye contact with anyone else, refusing to look anxious. Elijah was the only familiar face here, even if he was a bastard.He looked in my direction, and for a moment, I felt... admiration? He wasn't drooling, but it was my first time seeing something else in his eyes. The wolves moved aside, allowing me to walk straight up to him. I nodded politely to both Elijah and the old man beside him."I apologize for my absence earlier," I said to Elijah.He was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. "It's fine."An elderly hand reached out to me, and the man introduced himself. "Bishop Lennox, my queen. It's a pleasure to meet you.""Delilah Ramones, Mr. Bishop." He took my hand to kiss it, which caught me off guard—I'd assumed we'd just shake hands. It was awkward, to say the least. Elijah shook his head slightly and leaned in to whisper near my ear."Elder Bishop," he whispered."Nice to meet you, Elder
The banquet passed in serene peace, and I felt relieved when it was over. After Eugenia took her leave, I freshened up and stared at my reflection in the dressing mirror.I wasn't sure what I'd gotten myself into, but I didn't feel at ease. Elijah's scowling face kept flashing through my mind. Maybe he was the source of this relentless tension in my life.Why does he keep glaring at me when I've done everything he told me to do? I didn't pick a fight with Elena; in fact, I think I handled it elegantly. Isn't that the kind of Luna Elijah wants? A queen who has poise, dignity, blah, blah...It gives me the creeps if I have to be some kind of perfect doll.The bedroom door swung open without a knock, and I knew it was Elijah. He hadn't even taken off his suit; he had just loosened his tie and walked straight towards me. I stood up and turned to face him."I did what you asked, didn't I?" I blurted out before Elijah could say anything."And you think that was impressive?"I frowned. "What
Elijah left the mansion for a few days, and I felt much freer without him here, watching me like a hawk. I should read the books Vincent left for me and have them finished by the time Elijah returns. But reading about manners, psychology, and how to analyze others is not my cup of tea.Instead, I've been spending time with the maids, chatting in the garden, or, like now, baking soft cookies. It's so relaxing, and I love it."You really should read those books, my queen. What if King Elijah decides to test you?" Flo asked, looking worried."He'll probably just ask me for a summary. There isn't a wolf alive who can remember every page of every book," I replied unperturbed.Tris gave a wry smile. "But King Elijah does."Really? That's scary.We heard hurried footsteps coming down the hall, and then Kat's pale, worried face appeared in the doorway. She was breathless and looked utterly freaked out."Beta Elena is here!" Kat announced in a panic.I froze. What is this witch doing here?"Q
My head felt a little light after I had eaten and enjoyed a few pieces of Turkish delight as my sweetest escape. This wasn't normal. Had I eaten too much candy?My stomach hurt, too, and I wasn't sure why. Now, a cold sweat had begun to break over my skin.I tried to sit up as the nausea overwhelmed me, but my vision was blurred. What was happening to me?My breathing was uneven; something was definitely wrong with my body. I needed help!I was so weak I could only crawl to the door. But it felt so far away I couldn't make it any further.Elijah, where are you? Elijah! Help me!...Two hands, warm against my body, lifted me up, and I caught the scent of musk with a hint of lemongrass."Delilah! Delilah!"The voice echoed in my ears. Who was it? Was it Jeremy? No, that voice..."Elijah?" I whispered.My eyes slowly opened, and Elijah's worried face came into focus."Elijah?""You're going to be okay! Just hold on," he said.I heard a commotion around me, and then someone forced a drink