TIARAâS POVI sat in my room, listening. The walls of the royal pack house were thick, but sound carried when you paid enough attention. Lately, I had learned to listen well. It helped me know when to move and when to stay out of sight.It saved me a lot of abuse. Luna Victoria would have to make up a good reason for beating me up if she did that now. This would have been the life I was content with a few days agoâ simply doing what I was asked and not getting beaten and wounded in so many places that sleeping would be difficult at night. But now, I couldn't say I was content with this life. This was not the life I wanted. Perhaps, I was beginning to deserve better than I did few months back. I sighed. âYou've always deserved better. Maybe you've never really allowed yourself think that way, but you actually do.â My wolf said in a small tone. I straightened my back. âI should say it now when I wake up every morning. I deserve better, and that would come to me in due time,â I said.
Tiaraâs POVI was making several trips to the kitchen and back. The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meat. The clatter of pots and pans mixed with the murmured voices of the servants, all too busy with their tasks to pay attention to me. They didn't know the inner turmoil I was battling. They went about their day doing their duties. Unlike me, no one bullied them or tried to make them suffer for things they didn't have the power to control.I kept my head down as I picked up the tray of sliced fruit and honeyed nuts.I had already been here too many times, running back and forth to fetch whatever Phoebe and Luke demanded. My arms ached from carrying trays, and my feet were sore from walking across the long hallways of the royal pack house. But none of that mattered.What mattered was that I was doing what Phoebe asked me to. I was pleasing her and her suitor and that was what counted. Phoebe was doing this on purpose, of course. But today,
Phoebeâs POVTiara stood there carrying a tray of freshly baked snacks. The moment I saw her, I felt a wave of anger rush through me. She was the last person I wanted to see right now.How much had she heard?Luke and I had been talking, and she chose this moment to walk in?I sat up straighter and glared at her. âWhy are you here?â My voice was sharp, cutting through the room. âWhy do you bring your stupid self here when Iâm talking to my betrothed?âTiara hesitated for a moment, gripping the tray tighter. âIâm sorry,â she said quietly. âI was only bringing the snacks.âI let out a bitter laugh. âOh? Thatâs all?â I folded my arms. âOr did you come here to eavesdrop?âHer head lowered slightly, her face unreadable. âI didnât hear anything,â she said.Liar.I wasnât stupid. I knew she must have heard something.I exchanged a look with Luke, who was now watching Tiara with mild interest. He hadnât said anything yet, but I could tell he was annoyed by the interruption.I waved my hand t
Tiara's POVI went back to the kitchen because there was nowhere else I could be at the moment. I half hoped that Phoebe would stop fuming and call me back. I stood in the kitchen, gripping the wooden countertop. The heat from the stove filled the room, but I barely felt it. My thoughts were too loud.Nina stood nearby, stirring a pot, the soft bubbling of the stew filling the silence between us. The smell of herbs and fresh bread should have been comforting, but it wasnât.âI told Luke,â I said, breaking the silence.Nina turned to me, frowning. âTold him what?ââThat Nicholas doesnât want Phoebe,â I said.Her hands stilled. She faced me fully, her expression unreadable. âYou actually told him?ââYes,â I said, pressing my palms against the counter. âI had to.âShe placed the spoon down and crossed her arms. âWhy? What motivated you to say that?ââBecause Phoebe was lying,â I said, my voice firm. âShe kept saying Nicholas wanted her, acting like he cared about her that way.âNina rai
Tiara's POV I followed the omega through the long hallways of the pack house, my stomach twisting with unease. My footsteps were light, but inside, I felt heavy. I expected that I knew why I was being called. Phoebe had told Luna Victoria about what I said to Luke. Knowing and expecting to be punished helped me brace up for whatever was coming. Luna Victoria would hit me. Whether with a stick or with a ribbon or with anything else. The intention was always the same. To cause me pain and damage my delicate skin. When we reached the large double doors, the omega knocked softly.âCome in,â came Luna Victoriaâs calm but firm voice.The doors opened, and I stepped inside. My eyes went straight to Luna Victoria, seated elegantly in a high-backed chair. She had a regal presence, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable.Next to her, Phoebe sat with her arms crossed, her face tight with anger. Her nails tapped against the armrest in irritation, her glare fixed on me.I lowered my gaz
Tiara's POVThe cold night air wrapped around me as I stood in front of the animal feed shed. The small wooden structure looked even worse up close. The walls were worn out, with cracks that let in the wind, and the roof had patches where the wood seemed weak. My hands shook as I reached for the rusty handle and pushed the door open.The inside smelled of hay and old grains. The only source of light came from the small window covered in dust, allowing only a faint glow from the moon outside. I stepped inside, dragging my small bundle of belongings with me. There was no bed, no furniture, just stacks of feed sacks and a pile of straw in the corner. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my punishment settle deep in my chest.Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I quickly wiped them away. Crying wouldn't change anything. This was my reality now. I took the thin blanket I had been allowed to bring and spread it over the straw. It wasnât much, but it was the only thing between me and th
Tiara's POVThe shed was the coldest, most miserable place I had ever been forced to sleep. The thin blanket did little to shield me from the dampness that clung to the straw. Every movement sent an itch crawling over my skin, but I lacked the energy to brush it away. Lying curled in the darkness, I focused on the rhythmic breathing of my wolf within my mind, trying to convince myself that this suffering would not last forever.âThis isn't the first or the worst punishment I've had to endure. It will end and I'll be fine. Luna Victoria might even be merciful enough to let me get back to the servants quarters when she sees that I've suffered enough.â These were my words to myself as I laid in the darkness. I had earlier decided that crying was futile and there was no point to cry while I was there. All I needed to do was make plans. âPerhaps, if I'm allowed into the pack house and I get to beg Phoebe, she would speak to her mother to lessen the punishment by letting me stay in the se
Tiara's POV Morning came finally and at the first crack of dawn, I was up. I didnât have time to hesitate. If I wanted my father to hear me out, I needed to act now. Morning was the best chance I had before the dayâs duties took over, before the pack became too busy to notice me.I brushed off the bits of straw clinging to my dress and straightened my back, trying to look composed even though my mind was racing. If I looked lost or hesitant, someone would stop me before I even reached the entrance.As I approached the pack house, my heart pounded so loudly I feared the guards might hear it. The towering structure loomed ahead, its stone walls reflecting the morning sun. I used to live here once, used to walk these halls freely while Alpha Nicholas was here, but now I was no better than an outsider.I kept my gaze forward, willing myself to move with confidence. If I acted like I belonged, maybe they wouldnât question me.But the moment I was within a few steps of the entrance, one of
Tiara's POVMorning arrived too soon.The moment I stirred, I felt the soreness in my body from another restless night on the hard ground. My limbs ached, my head was heavy, and my spirit felt just as bruised as my skin. But I didnât have the luxury to dwell on it.A sharp voice cut through the quiet."Get up!"I flinched and turned to see one of the pack workers standing at the entrance of the shed. Her arms were crossed, her expression hard."Luna Victoria has assigned you work for today," she announced, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You're expected to start immediately."I sat up, fighting the grogginess in my mind. The pack never let me rest, but today felt worse. I knew why."This is punishment," Mia muttered in my head. "Sheâs still angry that we tried to speak to Alpha Darius."I knew she was right. Luna Victoria wasnât going to let me off easily for stepping into the pack house. If she couldnât throw me in the dungeons, she would break me another way.I stood slowly,
Tiara's POVThe night air was colder than before. I sat in my shed, blanket wrapped tightly around me, trying to prepare myself for what I already knew would happen. I was waiting tonight. There was no point of being afraid. I needed to find out this one thing. I needed to have proof that my step mother would not be able to argue against. Now I was sure that if I had enough proof, my father would not dismiss me. He would have no choice but to hear me out.Something was out there again.Mia, my wolf, had been restless all evening. She could feel it too. But we were braced for whatever was coming."He's here."I swallowed hard, my hands clenching the thin fabric of the blanket I laid on. I should stay put. I should pretend I didnât feel anything and ignore the strange presence waiting beyond these wooden walls.But I couldnât.Not this time.The doubt, the questions, the warningsâI needed answers."Are you sure about this?" Mia asked."No," I admitted. "But I canât just hide anymore. A
Tiara's POVThe shed was quiet again, but my mind was loud. No matter how much I tried to push away the memory, the image of the man at the door stayed with me.I sat on the bed of straw, pulling the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders. My body ached from the nightâs cold, but that wasnât what kept me awake. The man had been there. I hadnât imagined him. He had stood in the doorway, his large frame blocking the moonlight, watching me.And then he was gone.Mia, my wolf, had been alert the entire time. Now, she stirred in my mind, restless."Youâre not going to sleep, are you?" she asked."How can I?" I whispered back.Mia huffed. "He was real. You saw him, I saw him. But what was he?"That was the question I couldnât answer. He had looked human, but something about him felt⌠different. He hadnât been one of our warriors, and he didnât belong to any pack I knew. His scent had been unfamiliar, and his presence had sent chills through meânot just from fear, but from something else I
Tiara's POV They would never take my word over their belief that the pack was untouchable.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned and walked out, my legs feeling weak beneath me. At least, I was grateful for the fact that Luna Victoria had not insisted that I be thrown into the cell for simply showing my face at the pack house even after she had warned that I should never.As soon as I stepped into the hallway, the door shut behind me with a loud thud, as if locking me out completely. I wondered what Nina would say. Nina loved the pack too and didn't want to see harm come to the pack, but if no one was willing to hear me out when all I was doing was trying to save the pack, then she would advice me to give up trying to save the pack. She loved the pack but she also loved me too and she didn't want to see me hurt simply because of my love for the pack. As I walked back to carry out my duties for the day. The walk back to the shed felt longer than ever. The sun was higher now, s
Tiara's POVNina's plan didn't work. Just like when I'd first tried to get into the pack house, I wasn't given an audience. They thought Nina and I were going mad and we were sent away from their presence. I had to convince Nina that I'll find a way out on my own. She only needed to get back to work and I'll take care of everything else. She eventually did, but it was with reluctance that she did. The pack house stood tall before me, the place I once called home but now seemed like a fortress I had no right to enter. I knew this was risky. If they caught me this time before I could speak, I would be thrown out againâor worse. But I had no choice.Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, trying to blend in with the servants carrying out their morning tasks. My hands trembled slightly, but I clenched them into fists. I had to appear confident, or they would stop me before I even got inside. I hoped this trick would work this time since I was using another entrance.The guards stood at
Tiara's POV Morning came finally and at the first crack of dawn, I was up. I didnât have time to hesitate. If I wanted my father to hear me out, I needed to act now. Morning was the best chance I had before the dayâs duties took over, before the pack became too busy to notice me.I brushed off the bits of straw clinging to my dress and straightened my back, trying to look composed even though my mind was racing. If I looked lost or hesitant, someone would stop me before I even reached the entrance.As I approached the pack house, my heart pounded so loudly I feared the guards might hear it. The towering structure loomed ahead, its stone walls reflecting the morning sun. I used to live here once, used to walk these halls freely while Alpha Nicholas was here, but now I was no better than an outsider.I kept my gaze forward, willing myself to move with confidence. If I acted like I belonged, maybe they wouldnât question me.But the moment I was within a few steps of the entrance, one of
Tiara's POVThe shed was the coldest, most miserable place I had ever been forced to sleep. The thin blanket did little to shield me from the dampness that clung to the straw. Every movement sent an itch crawling over my skin, but I lacked the energy to brush it away. Lying curled in the darkness, I focused on the rhythmic breathing of my wolf within my mind, trying to convince myself that this suffering would not last forever.âThis isn't the first or the worst punishment I've had to endure. It will end and I'll be fine. Luna Victoria might even be merciful enough to let me get back to the servants quarters when she sees that I've suffered enough.â These were my words to myself as I laid in the darkness. I had earlier decided that crying was futile and there was no point to cry while I was there. All I needed to do was make plans. âPerhaps, if I'm allowed into the pack house and I get to beg Phoebe, she would speak to her mother to lessen the punishment by letting me stay in the se
Tiara's POVThe cold night air wrapped around me as I stood in front of the animal feed shed. The small wooden structure looked even worse up close. The walls were worn out, with cracks that let in the wind, and the roof had patches where the wood seemed weak. My hands shook as I reached for the rusty handle and pushed the door open.The inside smelled of hay and old grains. The only source of light came from the small window covered in dust, allowing only a faint glow from the moon outside. I stepped inside, dragging my small bundle of belongings with me. There was no bed, no furniture, just stacks of feed sacks and a pile of straw in the corner. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my punishment settle deep in my chest.Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I quickly wiped them away. Crying wouldn't change anything. This was my reality now. I took the thin blanket I had been allowed to bring and spread it over the straw. It wasnât much, but it was the only thing between me and th
Tiara's POV I followed the omega through the long hallways of the pack house, my stomach twisting with unease. My footsteps were light, but inside, I felt heavy. I expected that I knew why I was being called. Phoebe had told Luna Victoria about what I said to Luke. Knowing and expecting to be punished helped me brace up for whatever was coming. Luna Victoria would hit me. Whether with a stick or with a ribbon or with anything else. The intention was always the same. To cause me pain and damage my delicate skin. When we reached the large double doors, the omega knocked softly.âCome in,â came Luna Victoriaâs calm but firm voice.The doors opened, and I stepped inside. My eyes went straight to Luna Victoria, seated elegantly in a high-backed chair. She had a regal presence, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable.Next to her, Phoebe sat with her arms crossed, her face tight with anger. Her nails tapped against the armrest in irritation, her glare fixed on me.I lowered my gaz