Sage Nieva Battlerce, the illegitimate daughter of an alpha and a lowly slave, has spent her life as nothing more than a tool in her father's empire. Her existence has always been defined by rejection and servitude-until the day the Elders declare her fate. Chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, Sage is destined to be the mate of Damien Angentha, the powerful and enigmatic Crown Alpha of the Angentha family. For a fleeting moment, it feels like destiny might offer her a new beginning. But the dream shatters the night Damien whispers the words that cut deeper than any blade: "I don't want to mark you as my mate." Sage is no stranger to rejection, but this is different. Damien was supposed to love and protect her, yet his heart belongs to another. Forced to navigate a cruel twist of fate, Sage must uncover the truth about her destiny, her strength, and the hidden powers within her that could change everything. In a world where loyalty is tested and hearts are torn apart, can Sage rise above her shattered beginnings and rewrite her fate? - Language: English
Lihat lebih banyakSageThe atmosphere in the dining hall was suffocating.Despite the lavish spread of dishes and the golden glow of candlelight flickering against the grand walls, the air was thick with unspoken words and barely concealed hostility. It was supposed to be a customary dinner, a gesture of hospitality, yet it felt more like a stage set for a performance where every move had been rehearsed—except for the cracks forming in the façade.The Empress sat at the head of the table, regal as ever, her sharp gaze sweeping over everyone like a watchful predator. Beside her sat Damien, his expression unreadable, his focus never once shifting toward me. Instead, his attention seemed fixed on his plate, the tension in his jaw the only indication that he was listening. Rosana sat beside him, draped in delicate silks, her hand lightly resting on his arm as if she belonged there. She smiled, exuding the grace of a perfect noblewoman, yet her eyes glowed with something far less pure—satisfaction.To her s
SageThe night Chase promised he would take me away from here, I had held onto his words like a lifeline. It was foolish, perhaps, to cling to something so uncertain. And yet, a part of me—one that had long been buried under years of neglect, pain, and duty—believed in him.Because Chase had saved me. Not once, but twice.And now, as I stood under the moonlit sky, the weight of his presence beside me, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time—hope.There was something different about him, something that made me forget the world outside. He made me feel safe. Not in the way knights patrolling the palace made me feel safe, nor in the way well-rehearsed words of reassurance from nobles did. No, with Chase, it was different. It was raw, unspoken, real.And that terrified me.“Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, the moment would shatter. “Why would you do that for me?” I turned to him, searching his face for an answer, for something—anythi
Warning: This chapter contains mature content such as violence, sexual assault, abuse, foul words, and major graphic descriptions not advisable for minor readers and people with traumatic experience.—SageThe weight of the stares surrounding me became suffocating, their whispers threading through the air like an invisible noose tightening around my throat. My presence was drawing too much attention, and the last thing I wanted was to be the center of a spectacle."Excuse me for a while, I'll just get something to drink," I murmured, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.Greyson's eyes followed me with concern. "Sage, are you okay? I didn't know my brother would escort Princess Rosana," he explained, his tone laced with guilt.I forced a smile, even though it felt fragile, like it would crack at any moment. "I'm fine. My throat's just dry."I turned away before he could press further.The momentary solitude did little to ease the storm raging within me. After a few minutes,
SageMany days had passed, and the palace walls seemed to whisper with the murmurs of the maids, their voices a hushed yet persistent echo of the reality I already knew. Damien treated me with an indifference that cut deeper than hostility—his coldness a sharp contrast to what fate was supposed to dictate. Their hushed conversations carried a cruel amusement, feeding on my misfortune. Lately, the rumors had taken a more venomous turn, twisting into speculations about my mother’s origins. I knew exactly who was responsible—the Empress, a woman who thrived on malice and manipulation.The air in Angentha was no different from the empire I grew up in, heavy with judgment and disdain. The glances cast my way—some subtle, others brazen—held a familiarity that made my stomach coil. I had been seeing those same expressions all my life: disgust, doubt, rejection.“There may be some mistakes in the oracle that the elders announced,” one of the maids murmured, the deliberate loudness of her voic
SageAfter the ceremony, Elder Hedwig informed me that he would remain at the temple to assist in purifications, meaning I would return to the palace first. The carriage rocked gently as I stared out the window, watching the towering spires of the temple fade into the distance. The blessing ceremony had done little to ease the turmoil inside me. My mind was still plagued with questions, with whispers of the voice I had heard in the Holy Water.Everything I had endured. Every rejection, every cruel word, every moment of loneliness—was it all because of something beyond my control? If so, who was responsible? And why?The voice had told me to uncover the truth. But where was I supposed to begin?Also, Elder Hedwig had urged me to be strong, to secure my place in the empire, but the weight of rejection clung to me like a second skin. Damien’s cold words still echoed in my mind, cutting through my thoughts like a blade. I clenched my fists on my lap, trying to suppress the ache in my ches
SageMorning arrived, the warmth of the sun spilling through the windows did nothing to thaw the cold that had settled deep inside me. My eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, unblinking, as the echoes of last night replayed in my mind. Every word Damien spoke, every cruel syllable, carved itself into my bones like a wound that refused to heal.A soft knock broke the silence, followed by the hesitant voice of my maid, Lea. “Lady Sage, would you like me to bring you breakfast? You barely ate yesterday.”I swallowed hard, the mere thought of food was making my stomach twist painfully. “No,” I murmured. “I’m not hungry.”Lea hesitated, concern evident in the pause before she spoke again, “But, My Lady, you haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. You’ll feel worse if you don’t—”“I said no, Lea,” I interrupted, my voice firmer than I intended. Guilt immediately gnawed at me, but I didn’t have the strength to take back my words. “Just . .
SageThe moment Damien left, the silence in the hut became deafening. The cold night air seeped through the wooden cracks, but nothing compared to the chill settling in my heart. It was as if the world had paused, as if time itself had stilled to mock my misery. I stood frozen in place, my wide, disbelieving eyes fixed on the door he had just walked out of. It felt unreal, like some cruel dream I would wake from at any moment. But the pain in my chest was too real, too sharp. He had left me. He had rejected me.A choked sob tore from my throat, my knees buckling beneath me as I collapsed onto the rough wooden floor. My body trembled violently, wracked with the weight of my sorrow. The dam I had built around my heart shattered, unleashing a flood of emotions I had tried so hard to suppress. Tears streamed down my face in relentless rivers, my fingers clenching into the fabric of my dress as though I could physically hold myself together. But I was breaking—spli
SageThe candlelight flickered in my chambers, its glow barely keeping the darkness at bay.I sat by the window, hugging my knees as the empire slept around me.I should be happy, shouldn’t I? The oracle had spoken—I had a fated mate, a destiny sealed by the goddess. But all I could think about was how Damien looked at me earlier today.Cold. Detached. Unmoved.When our eyes met, I had waited for something to happen: a spark, a pull, an undeniable force binding us together. But there had been nothing.Not even the faintest flicker of connection.A dull ache settled in my chest, heavier than before.I had spent my whole life wondering about the man fate would choose for me. I had imagined what it would feel like to meet him, how he would look at me with wonder, devotion, and the same longing I had always heard about in stories.But the reality was cruel.Damien did not look at me with awe. He barely looked at me at all.I squeezed my eyes shut, resting my forehead against my knees.Wou
Sage The golden sunlight streamed through the windows of my chambers, casting long beams of warmth onto the polished floors. The first sounds of the morning filled the air—birds chirping outside, the soft rustling of fabric as the palace stirred to life. A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my half-asleep haze. Then, a soft voice. “My Lady, the empress has arranged a tea party this afternoon. You are expected to attend.” I blinked the sleep from my eyes, slowly sitting up. A tea party. It wasn’t entirely unexpected—court life revolved around such gatherings, carefully curated events where every word and gesture carried hidden meaning. The doors opened, and a group of maids entered, moving gracefully. Fresh linens, silk gowns in soft pastels, and delicate jewelry pieces were laid out before me, each item chosen to enhance rather than overpower. “My Lady, shall we begin preparations?” one asked. Wordlessly, I nodded. Warm water enveloped me as I sank into the bath, the scent
P.S - You can skip this part. This is a teaser for the book. Timeline: Chapter 01–05 - Sage's Childhood, Chapter 06–07 - Sage's Oracle and Consort Lesson, Chapter 08 - Sage's Life in Angentha Land, where she will meet Damien - her destined mate.-SageI had never been wanted.Not when I was thirteen, kneeling in the ashes of our home, my mother’s lifeless body in my arms as flames swallowed what little life we had left.Not when I was fifteen, shackled and bruised, another nameless slave among hundreds, learning that begging for mercy only earned more pain.And certainly not now.Not as I stood beneath the golden chandeliers of Angentha’s grand ballroom, wrapped in silks that felt like chains, waiting for a mate who had already chosen someone else.The moment I entered, the whispers started.“The slave’s daughter.”“A half-blood future luna? What a joke.”“She will just be the stain of the pure bloodline of our royalty. She’s always been nothing.”They did not even try to lower their ...
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