All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Offer. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Today I woke up with a tightness in my chest which I was familiar with, and I knew which day it was. I felt like I was carrying a huge burden on my shoulder, and believe me no she-wolf should face that. Another year of rejection at the Choosing. I looked at myself in the mirror for about an hour wondering what was wrong with me. My eyes weren't that big to scare a potential mate, half the population in the world has light brown eyes right?My lips may have not been plumb, and pink like I would have loved, but they were not bad either. My height wasn't something to brag about, but as a she-wolf I was happy standing at 5'8. I had hip bearing hips that could easily carry an Alpha even though that wasn't what I would prefer. Black long hair, again was a universal colour, so why was this happening to me? Why was I the cursed she-wolf? "I know you've been disappointed these past couple of years, but I'm sure this year will be different." My mother tried to convince herself more than m

Ingrid left as soon as I gave my answer. I didn't know what she was up to, and how she was going to pull this off, but the prospect of leaving here, chosen, brought a smile to my face. Yes, once the fog passed a little I remembered her name. I was a little anxious, but I couldn't wait to hear my name being called by the scary Beta. For the first time in six years, I looked forward to hearing his gruff voice. Was I too optimistic? Should I leave room for disappointment Incase Igrid couldn't pull this off? I really wanted to, but for some reason I knew she would pull through for me, and was going to do as she promised. Yeah, I was a little naive but I didn't care. This is the best hope I ever got. Once suitors heard 'cursed girl' they looked the other way, but this Igrid girl and whoever she was working for, didn't care. Which was the cause for the hope that rose in me. After our talk, I finally relaxed and sat back down not minding the whispers anymore. Fuck them right? Imagine

I looked totally different, beautiful but still different. The hair, the expensive clothes and heavy make-up was not who I was. Yes, I was a girly girl who liked to doll herself up when I have time, but I didn't go to this extend. They call the look natural but I have more makeup on my face than anything else. How is that a natural look? Do they even know what natural mean?My hair that was black, now looked brunette with highlights. My lips were painted nude, so were my nails. I was wearing a champagne off shoulder lace gown with sleeves that reached under my elbows. The dress was decorated with lace but had a silk skirt which didn't look bad if I say so myself. I loved heels, heck I had bunch loads at my house even though I didn't pack any when I came to the Choosing but these silver pumps I was wearing now, were to die for, an inheritance I was going to keep for myself after this shitshow ended. "Are you ready?" Ingrid asked from behind me. I was admiring yet hating on myself i

Silence. Nope awkward silence, that's what we were left with. We finally made the decision that even if we were forced to be intimate, having an audience was much worse. Now, the question remains, how the fuck do we do this without guilt or feeling dirty?"I'm going to take a shower, and you can also do it after." Bryce told me. How dare he? I was not one of his subjects. I will take a shower when I feel like taking a shower. "Why you first?" "Do you want to do it, first?" He raised an eyebrow at me, like I was a stubborn pup. The truth is, I didn't. I am not sure I want him to see me naked yet. Heck, I didn't even know how we were going to be intimate without touching. This was my first time, and I never thought my first time was going to be this awkward. If I had known, I would have taken Paul on his offer in tenth grade to have Netflix and chill. That way, at least I knew I was going to enjoy it. "No, I was just asking. I should have known that even a single question would t

I heard the knock again, which caused me to finally open my eyes. The curtains were closed and I couldn't see what time it was, but what I wondered was who was at the door. Bryce wouldn't have knocked. He had his own key. Bryce, where the hell was he? I checked beside the bed where his clothes were kept but they were gone. Any trace that he had been in this room with me was gone. I felt a pang of disappointment in my heart but chose to ignore it. I didn't know what I was expecting but it served me right for expecting anything in the first place. I knew very well he was not mine. Another knock, this time urgent, got me off the bed, and I threw on the throw over my body covering very well, and went to the door to see what was going on. I opened the door and an older man, probably in his fifties, sipgeru blonde hair, brown dull eyes, wearing a royal suit, stood by the door bowing slightly. "Morning, how can I help you?" I greeted politely which caused me to wince at my morning breat