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I told Charlie my biggest secret—I was the long-lost daughter of the powerful Moore family in Dreslane. He swore he'd help me reunite with them. But the night before I met them, the Moore family made a grand declaration—they'd already found their missing daughter. A ceremony was set. I rushed there, heart pounding, only to see Charlie standing beside his childhood friend, Raine. She was being introduced as the Moore heiress. And somehow, she had the exact same birthmark as me. Before I could do anything, Charlie locked me in a restroom. "It's just a name," he said. "You still have me. So why does this matter? Raine's parents died saving me—she never had a real family. For my sake, can't you just let her have this?" Then, to erase any doubt, to make sure Raine could live as me without fear—Charlie took a knife and carved the birthmark off my body. The shock. The pain. I lost my three-month-old unborn baby that night. And as I lay there, blood soaking through my clothes, I finally gave up.

Intimacy fuels their strength. We are caught in a brutal conflict, and the Panja fighters depend on the presence of women in their beds to heighten their battle abilities. These alien warriors are legendary, both in combat and in matters of pleasure, making it effortless for them to find willing partners. Then there’s me. Unlike the others, I am not here to entertain these fierce soldiers. My duty is far less glamorous—I scrub their dishes, wash their clothes, and smooth out the tangled sheets left behind after their passionate encounters. My only goal is to stay out of trouble and not provoke the wrath of these powerful beings. But then, something unexpected happens. General Kaelen himself approaches me and gives a direct order—he wants me to lift my skirt. His reaction when I refuse? Pure disbelief. I have only ever seen him wear two expressions—either complete boredom or simmering fury. Yet now, he looks genuinely stunned. After all, there are plenty of women around, eager to catch his attention, women who would never dare refuse him. And yet, out of everyone, he chooses me—the plain-looking human servant, the one woman with the audacity to deny him.